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

Shen Qinghan looked at Jiang Ye's eyes, which were devoid of any warmth, and shook her head bitterly.

"Jiang Ye, no need."

Shen Qinghan's voice was weak, but her tone was unusually firm.

"I spoke to her because I am her mother; it was my instinct, not to ask you for any compensation."

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath and met Jiang Ye's gaze calmly.

"I was too greedy and too vain before."

"I always thought I was superior, and that all the good things in the world should belong to me."

"I took your sacrifices for granted. For the sake of those ephemeral things and face, I destroyed our seven-year relationship with my own hands."

Shen Qinghan's eyes were filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Now that I have nothing left, I feel at peace."

"Jiang Ye, I just hope you can be happy."

"I hope Xinyu can grow up in a healthy and happy environment."

Shen Qinghan looked at Jiang Ye, her eyes filled with deep remorse and complete letting go.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness. I know that what I did is not worthy of forgiveness."

"I only ask one thing of you."

Shen Qinghan's voice trembled slightly, carrying the most humble plea of ​​a mother.

"If Xinyu asks me about it in the future..."

"Don't tell her how bad a mother I used to be."

"Let her think of me as just an ordinary auntie baking bread on the street corner, okay?"

These words contained no demands, no moral blackmail, only deep repentance and letting go.

Jiang Ye stood by the bed, listening quietly.

He looked at the weak yet incredibly real woman on the hospital bed.

He suddenly felt that the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart for so long had been completely shattered at this moment.

The anger over betrayal, the humiliation of having one's dignity trampled upon.

With Shen Qinghan's words, everything vanished like smoke.

Jiang Ye looked at her, and finally all the coldness and defensiveness in his deep eyes disappeared.

He finally let go of his hatred for this woman completely.

"Okay, I promise."

Jiang Ye nodded, his tone becoming much gentler.

"Take good care of yourself and let the nurses know if you need anything."

After saying that, Jiang Ye turned and walked out of the ward.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, falling on Jiang Ye.

He exhaled a long breath, feeling much more relaxed.

Let bygones be bygones.

. . .

Jiang Ye walked out of the hospital gate, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling.

He stood on the steps, took a deep breath of the air that smelled of disinfectant, and his eyes gradually turned cold and sharp.

Although he had let go of his hatred for Shen Qinghan, he could not let the score with those thugs who used knives and the mastermind Pei Yunge go unresolved.

In Hanzhou, anyone who dares to touch Jiang Ye's daughter's mother is simply asking for trouble!

Jiang Ye took out his phone and dialed Zhou Lianqiang's number.

"Master Jiang, what are your orders?" On the other end of the phone, Zhou Lianqiang's voice was both respectful and ruthless.

"Old Zhou, find out where those guys at the botanical garden who used knives, and Pei Yung-ge from the Lingnan Consortium, are now." Jiang Ye's voice was as cold as ice. "I want them to know whose territory Hanzhou is."

"Understood! Don't worry, Boss Jiang, those bastards won't get away!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye got into his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class, stepped on the gas, and the car roared as it drove into traffic.

……

Late at night, at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Hanju.

A few dim searchlights cast a stark white light on the empty factory building.

Five men, bound hand and foot, knelt on the cold cement floor, trembling. They were the desperate criminals who had attempted to kidnap Shen Xinyu in the botanical garden during the day.

Before them, Zhou Lianqiang sat on a worn-out armchair, toying with a sharp butterfly knife in his hand, his eyes cold and sinister.

"Brother Qiang... we really didn't know she was Master Jiang's daughter! If we had known, we wouldn't have dared to lay a hand on her even if we had a hundred lives!" The scarred thug leading the group cried and begged for mercy, kowtowing desperately.

Zhou Lianqiang sneered, stood up, and walked up to Scarface.

"Don't you know? You took Pei Yunge's money and dare to run wild in Hanzhou? You're all blind!"

Zhou Lianqiang kicked Scarface hard in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Today, I'll teach you what rules really are!"

Just then, the factory gate was pushed open from the outside.

Jiang Ye walked in, wearing a black trench coat and expressionless.

His deep eyes swept coldly over the thugs on the ground, as if they were corpses.

"Master Jiang!" Zhou Lianqiang quickly went up to him and bowed respectfully.

Jiang Ye nodded slightly, walked up to the scarred man, and looked down at him.

"Was it you who stabbed her with a knife?" Jiang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling murderous aura.

Scarface was terrified when he saw the powerful man in front of him. He scrambled to grab Jiang Ye's leg.

"Master Jiang! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I was just doing my job for money, please spare my life!"

Jiang Ye kicked the scarred man away, his eyes cold.

"Spare you? When you were stabbing her, why didn't you think about sparing her?"

Jiang Ye turned to Zhou Lianqiang and calmly ordered, "Old Zhou, follow the rules of the underworld. Cripple the hand that's holding the knife. As for Pei Yunge, find him for me; I want to meet him personally."

"Yes, Master Jiang!" A ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Lianqiang's eyes. With a wave of his hand, several burly men in black immediately pounced on him like wolves.

Accompanied by several piercing screams, a crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the factory.

All five thugs had their right hands broken and lay on the ground howling in pain.

Jiang Ye looked at the thugs on the ground without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Just dump them at the police station entrance, and let the police handle the rest."

After saying that, Jiang Ye turned and walked out of the abandoned factory.

……

Stepping out of the factory, Jiang Ye felt no warmth whatsoever.

On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented fatigue.

This kind of exhaustion is not physical fatigue, but a sense of powerlessness that comes from the depths of the soul.

He didn't know the source of this exhaustion; he only felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

He neither returned to the company nor to Donghu Apartment.

He drove alone, aimlessly wandering the streets of Hanju.

Before we knew it, the car had left the city and arrived at the old house in the countryside.

Jiang Ye pushed open the courtyard gate and went inside.

The courtyard was quiet, and the swing under the grape trellis was still swaying gently in the breeze.

But the woman who would cook porridge for him in the kitchen and hold him tightly during typhoon nights is no longer there.

Jiang Ye walked to the bluestone slab in the courtyard and sat down.

He looked at the fallen leaves covering the yard and fell into a deep, soul-searching question.

He asked himself, who exactly is the "Cloud Wilderness Realm" in his heart?

Is it Han Qingru, the eldest sister who shared half a steamed bun with him in the orphanage, clung to him passionately during a typhoon night, and unconditionally tolerated him forever?

Is he still the same Xia Yu who was his equal in the business world, understood his ambition, and was even willing to learn to ride a motorcycle for him, and who confessed his love to him with tears in his eyes by the bonfire on the beach?

Or perhaps it's Shen Qinghan, who once hurt him the most and is now atoning for her sins in the most humble way while lying in her hospital bed?

Jiang Ye discovered that these three women were like pieces of a puzzle from different stages of his life.

Each piece of the puzzle carries his inseparable emotions and memories.

Han Qingru represents family affection and belonging.

Summer rain represents passion and career.

Shen Qinghan represents the past and responsibility.

Caught in this complex vortex of emotions, he felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and inner turmoil.

He didn't know where he should go from here.

……

Jiang Ye decided to stay here and recuperate for a while.

He turned off his phone and cut off all contact with the outside world.

They work at sunrise and rest at sunset every day.

He chops firewood, grows vegetables, and feeds dogs in the yard, living the simplest and purest rural life.

I'm trying to find inner peace in this way.