After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

That was a withdrawal statement personally signed by Han Qingru.

In her statement, Han Qingru demanded the withdrawal of all her shares and funds in Kunlun Capital, and resigned from all her positions, completely withdrawing from Jiang Ye's business empire.

It's all written in black and white, crystal clear.

This news was like a magnitude 12 earthquake, instantly igniting the entire business community of Hanju!

Everyone knows that Han Qingru is the cornerstone of Kunlun Capital and Jiang Ye's biggest financial backer.

Her withdrawal of investment will not only drain nearly one-third of Kunlun Capital's cash flow, but will also trigger wild speculation from the outside world about internal discord within Kunlun Capital.

This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to Kunlun Capital, which has just gained a foothold in the business world!

"Boss, this could shake our very foundation! Is Sister Ru unhappy with the company? Or did you two have a fight? You should call her right away and ask!"

Lei Heng paced anxiously in his office, like an ant on a hot pan.

Jiang Ye looked at the statement of withdrawal of investment, his face ashen.

He gripped the corner of the table tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

He didn't pick up his phone, nor did he say anything.

He knew that his older sister was determined to leave him this time.

This statement of divestment was her final ultimatum to sever all ties.

……

Jiang Ye suddenly stood up, shoved Lei Heng aside, and rushed out of the office like a madman.

He rushed into the underground parking garage, jumped into the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and floored the accelerator.

The car roared, like a wild beast out of control, and rushed into the congested streets of Hanju.

At this moment, dark clouds filled the sky over Hanju, and a torrential downpour began.

Jiang Ye didn't care about any of that. He sped up to the limit, ran several red lights, and headed straight for the hotel where Han Qingru was staying.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Jiang Ye rushed into the lobby without even opening an umbrella and found Han Qingru's room number.

He ran straight to Han Qingru's door.

He was soaked to the bone, rainwater streaming down his hair and cheeks, pooling on the carpet.

"Bang bang bang!"

Jiang Ye pounded on the door frantically.

"Big sister! Open the door!"

"Let me explain! Please don't treat me like this!"

Jiang Ye's voice echoed in the empty corridor, filled with sobs and despair.

He pleaded like an abandoned child, utterly devoid of dignity.

"Big sister, I beg you, please open the door! You can hit me, you can yell at me, just don't abandon me!"

"I can't live without you!"

in the room.

Han Qingru leaned against the door panel, her body slowly sliding down it until she finally collapsed onto the cold floor.

She listened to Jiang Ye's heart-wrenching cries outside the door, and his desperate pleas.

Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, instantly blurring her vision.

Her heart ached as if it were bleeding.

She longed to open the door, rush into that warm embrace, and tell him how much she loved him, to tell him that she simply couldn't bear to leave him.

However, reason told her that she couldn't be soft-hearted.

Once he softens his heart, she will become his weakness for life, a stumbling block to his soaring to greater heights.

She bit her hand so hard that it bled, but she didn't make a sound.

Outside the door, Jiang Ye's knocking gradually weakened, turning into weak patting.

"Big sister...please..."

Jiang Ye leaned against the door, his body slowly sliding down to sit on the carpet in the corridor.

He buried his head in his knees, his shoulders trembling violently.

This ruthless business tycoon, worth hundreds of billions, now resembles a helpless homeless man, crying like a child in a cold corridor.

Jiang Ye stood outside the door for the entire night.

It rained all night, and he was soaked all night too.

As dawn broke, a faint ray of morning light shone through the window at the end of the corridor.

The tightly closed door remained unopened.

Jiang Ye slowly stood up, feeling that his legs were so numb that he had lost all feeling.

He stared intently at the door, his eyes filled with despair and death.

He turned and left dejectedly, leaving behind a pool of water and a completely broken heart.

The cold rain dripped down Jiang Ye's hair, pattering onto the smooth wooden floor of the Donghu Apartment.

He was like a soulless shell, stumbling and pushing open the door. Without even turning on the lights, he collapsed headfirst in the middle of the living room.

Outside the window, the torrential rain in Hanju was still raging, and the wind was pounding against the huge French windows, making a series of muffled roars.

Jiang Ye was soaked to the bone, his expensive suit clinging tightly to his body, icy cold. But he seemed to feel no chill at all; his mind was filled with Han Qingru's tightly closed door and her resolute words, "Keep your distance."

"Big sister..."

Jiang Ye curled up in pain, clutching a silk handkerchief tightly in his hands. It was left in the car by Han Qingru, and still retained the faint scent of her woody perfume.

He pressed the silk scarf tightly against his face, greedily inhaling the familiar scent, tears mingling with the rain, silently streaming down his face.

The immense psychological blow, coupled with being drenched in the torrential rain all night, completely shattered Jiang Ye's otherwise robust physique.

His consciousness began to blur, and his body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. An abnormal burning sensation rose from within him, and his forehead felt as hot as a red-hot iron.

A high fever, coming on suddenly and violently.

Jiang Ye's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his vision gradually faded into darkness.

……

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Kunlun Capital.

The atmosphere in the conference room on the top floor was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Bang!"

Lei Heng slammed his fist on the conference table, making the coffee cups on the table jump.

"Where did the boss go?! His phone is off, and no one answers at his apartment! What time is it? How can he still be missing?!"

Lei Heng was sweating profusely and paced back and forth in the conference room like a trapped beast.

Just a few hours ago, Han Qingru's withdrawal statement, delivered by her lawyer, was like a nuclear bomb with tremendous explosive power, detonating directly within Kunlun Capital!

Han Qingru is not only an overseas partner of Kunlun Capital, but also Jiang Ye's biggest financial backer. Her withdrawal of investment means that nearly one-third of Kunlun Capital's cash flow has been instantly drained!

This is a devastating blow to Kunlun Capital, which is rapidly expanding and operating on multiple fronts!

"Mr. Lei, several large M&A deals in Europe have hit a snag because of insufficient funding. The other party has sent an ultimatum: if the funds don't arrive by 3 PM today, they will unilaterally breach the contract and hold us liable for breach of contract!" The investment director reported, wiping away cold sweat.

"And several infrastructure projects in China have also been shut down because material suppliers, upon hearing the news of Chairman Han's withdrawal of investment, have all been blocking the construction site entrances demanding payment!" The head of the engineering department was also extremely anxious.

"The stock market is even worse! As soon as the news got out, several of our controlled listed companies immediately hit their daily limit down at the opening, wiping out tens of billions in market value! Retail investors are frantically selling!" The CFO's voice was trembling.

Lei Heng felt like his head was about to explode as he listened to the barrage of bad news.

"Hold on! Everyone hold on! No matter what, stabilize the cash flow first! Then I'll go talk to the boss!"

Lei Heng roared and rushed out of the conference room, continuing to frantically dial Jiang Ye's number.

However, the same cold, mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone.

……

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