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

Han Qingru felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, the pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She knew Jiang Ye too well. How could that man, who was as strong as an ox, suddenly develop a high fever and fall into a coma?

It must be because I was caught in the rain outside the hotel all night last night.

Han Qingru's tears flowed silently and wildly behind her sunglasses.

She bit her lip hard until it bled, barely managing to stop herself from crying out loud.

She longed to drop her suitcase, rush back to the city, run to Jiang Ye's side, hug him tightly, and take care of him.

However, reason, like a cold, venomous snake, tightly coiled around her.

She can't go back.

She was five years older than Jiang Ye, she was divorced, and she couldn't give Jiang Ye a perfect family.

Xia Yu, on the other hand, is young, beautiful, and capable, and can provide Jiang Ye with the greatest help in his career.

Only Xia Yu is Jiang Ye's perfect partner.

If she goes back now, it will only cause Jiang Ye more pain and become a burden for him to fly higher.

Han Qingru took a deep breath, forcing herself to endure the excruciating pain in her heart.

She took out her phone and dialed the number of the financial director of her overseas jewelry company.

"Immediately transfer all of my liquid assets into Kunlun Capital's account through investment. Kunlun Capital can then access them at any time."

"Furthermore, I will issue a statement in my own name, stating that I, Han Qingru, am retiring early and withdrawing from the business world due to personal health reasons. Kunlun Capital's operations are proceeding normally, and there are no internal conflicts."

Han Qingru's voice was hoarse, yet it conveyed an undeniable firmness.

She wanted to use this method to help Jiang Ye stabilize the situation and help him get through this crisis.

This was the last thing she, as the eldest sister, could do for him.

After hanging up the phone.

Han Qingru looked at Jiang Ye's photo on her phone screen, and tears blurred her vision again.

"Ono, I'm sorry."

"This is as far as your older sister can go."

"You must take good care of yourself, you must be happy."

Han Qingru hardened her heart and pressed the power button.

The screen went black.

She tossed her phone into her bag, picked up her suitcase, and walked into the security checkpoint without looking back.

She firmly believed that only when she completely disappeared could Jiang Ye stand shoulder to shoulder with Xia Yu without any worries and fly to a higher sky.

Flights bound for Southeast Asia soared into the sky.

It took away all of a woman's deep affection and regrets.

. . . .

Two whole days and two nights.

Jiang Ye felt as if he were trapped in an endless black nightmare, his body constantly being pulled between burning heat and freezing cold.

When he finally managed to open his bloodshot eyes, what he saw was the familiar crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

A faint scent of disinfectant lingered around my nose, mixed with a subtle hint of a high-end perfume.

Jiang Ye turned his head slightly.

What came into view was Xia Yu's face, which looked somewhat haggard from staying up all night.

Her once exquisite makeup had been removed, revealing obvious dark circles under her eyes, and she was dozing off in a chair by the bed.

Hearing the noise on the bed, Xia Yu suddenly woke up.

When she saw Jiang Ye open his eyes, a hint of undisguised surprise flashed in her bloodshot peach blossom eyes.

"You're awake?"

Xia Yu's voice was a little hoarse. She quickly stood up, walked to the bedside table, and picked up a bowl of steaming white porridge.

"The doctor said your fever has just subsided and your stomach is empty, so drink some porridge to fill your stomach first."

As Xia Yu spoke, she gently stirred the white porridge with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to Jiang Ye's lips.

Jiang Ye didn't open his mouth.

His gaze swept past Xia Yu, taking in the spacious bedroom.

That familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

It lacks that comforting woody fragrance.

"Where's my older sister?"

Jiang Ye's voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand stuck in his throat.

Xia Yu paused slightly in her hand holding the bowl of porridge.

Looking into Jiang Ye's expectant eyes, she felt a pang of sadness.

But she took a deep breath and, in as calm a tone as possible, spoke the cruel truth.

"Chairwoman Han...she's gone."

"She took a flight the night before last and left the country. Furthermore, she cut off all means of communication, and even Lei Heng couldn't reach her."

Xia Yu's words were like a cold, sharp knife, piercing straight into Jiang Ye's heart.

Jiang Ye's eyes, after a brief period of emptiness and lifelessness.

Instantly, it was replaced by a chilling coldness.

That coldness seemed to freeze the surrounding air into frost.

He didn't go crazy hysterically or yell like the male protagonists in those idol dramas.

Not a single tear was shed.

He just stared silently at the ceiling, his eyes terrifyingly empty.

A while later.

Jiang Ye slowly turned his head and looked at Xia Yu.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

Jiang Ye's voice was flat and emotionless, without any discernible fluctuations in his emotions.

After saying that, he expressionlessly pushed away the bowl of porridge that Xia Yu handed him.

Then, he stretched out his uninjured right hand and grabbed the IV needle on the back of his left hand.

"Sizzle!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ye roughly pulled the needle out!

Blood gushed out instantly, dripping down the back of his hand onto the expensive wool carpet, blooming into glaring red plum blossoms.

"Jiang Ye! What are you doing!"

Xia Yu was startled and quickly put down the porridge bowl, wanting to get the first-aid kit to stop his bleeding.

"Don't touch me."

Jiang Ye coldly uttered three words, his tone revealing a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.

He threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and walked straight into the bathroom without even glancing at the blood on the back of his hand.

"Bang!"

The bathroom door was slammed shut.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Jiang Ye stood under the showerhead and turned the water temperature to the lowest setting.

The icy water was poured over his head, washing over his burning body and his heart, which was riddled with wounds.

The cold water flowed down his strong muscles, carrying away his fatigue and weakness.

When Jiang Ye came out of the bathroom again.

He had changed into a pure black haute couture suit.

His hair was combed back meticulously, and his tie was perfectly tied.

There was no trace of warmth or vulnerability left on that angular face.

Instead, a heartless capitalist tyrant, born only to make money and expand!

He strode out of the bedroom without even glancing at Xia Yu, who was standing in the living room with a worried expression.

"Bang!"

The apartment door slammed shut, leaving Xia Yu with an extremely cold and aloof back view.

……

After half an hour.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom, exuding an aura of menace, came to a steady stop in front of the Kunlun Capital headquarters building.

Jiang Ye strode into the building with his long, slender legs.

"Hello, Chairman Jiang!"

"Chairman Jiang!"

The employees along the way were so frightened by Jiang Ye's face, which was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water, that they all fell silent and bowed their heads to greet him.

Jiang Ye ignored everyone and took the private elevator directly to the top-floor premium conference room.