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

Jiang Ye stood aside, watching the mother and daughter embrace, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He pulled out a chair, sat down at the dining table, and remained silent with a cold expression throughout.

This birthday dinner was unusually awkward.

The only sound in the private room was Shen Xinyu's chattering.

The little girl happily ate her cake, sharing interesting things that happened at school with Shen Qinghan, talking about how her painting won an award, and about her new good friends.

As Shen Qinghan listened, she carefully served food to her daughter.

Her eyes kept glancing at Jiang Ye.

Seeing Jiang Ye's icy face, her heart was filled with bitterness and regret.

She knew how much harm her past actions had caused Jiang Ye.

She didn't expect Jiang Ye to forgive her; she only hoped to watch over the father and daughter from afar and see her daughter grow up healthy and happy.

Looking at his daughter's innocent smile, Jiang Ye was filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that no matter how much he hated Shen Qinghan, no matter how despicable Shen Qinghan had been.

She will always be her daughter's mother; that's an unchangeable fact.

Blood is thicker than water; this mother-daughter bond is something that nothing can sever.

After the birthday dinner.

Jiang Ye stood up, preparing to leave with his daughter.

"Xinyu, say goodbye to your mother," Jiang Ye said calmly.

"Goodbye, Mom." Shen Xinyu waved her little hand reluctantly.

Just as Jiang Ye was holding his daughter's hand, preparing to leave the private room.

Shen Qinghan suddenly called out to him.

"Eno..."

Shen Qinghan's voice trembled, and her eyes were red.

She walked up to Jiang Ye and bowed deeply.

"I know I have no right to ask for anything."

Shen Qinghan raised her head, looking at Jiang Ye with pleading eyes.

"I only ask that you allow us to meet up once a month from now on?"

"I promise I won't disturb your lives. I just want her to have a normal family and to know that she has a mother."

Looking at the woman in front of him, so humble she was practically in the dust.

Looking at her hands, which were covered with calluses and scars.

Jiang Ye recalled her former arrogance and haughtiness, and her ruthless nature in pursuing money and status.

Now, in order to see her daughter, she has abandoned all her dignity and begged him like a beggar.

Jiang Ye remained silent for a moment.

He looked into Shen Qinghan's expectant eyes and finally nodded slowly.

"Can."

Jiang Ye's voice was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghan was so moved that tears streamed down her face.

She repeatedly bowed to Jiang Ye to express her gratitude.

"Thank you... Jiang Ye, thank you..."

Looking at her like this, Jiang Ye suddenly felt a complex emotion that he couldn't quite explain.

He sighed, his tone softening slightly.

"You don't need to do that."

"I promised you, just for Xinyu."

After saying that, Jiang Ye took his daughter's hand and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

A night breeze blew by, bringing a touch of early autumn coolness.

Jiang Ye walked down the bustling street, watching his daughter skipping and jumping beside him.

His heart was still filled with confusion.

He didn't know which path he should take in the future.

Where exactly is his "Cloud Wilderness Realm"?

. .

Kunlun Capital headquarters, top floor, president's office.

Night had fallen, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights of Hanju City flickered with a cold light.

Jiang Ye sat alone in the large boss's chair, holding a letter he had just opened in his hand.

The envelope had no sender's name on it, only a postmark from a remote island in Southeast Asia.

The letter paper was the most ordinary kind of kraft paper, with a few lines of neat and familiar handwriting written on it.

"Ono, see the words as the face."

"I built my own 'Cloud Wasteland' on a small island in Southeast Asia."

"Here we have azure seas and skies, and simple, honest fishermen. I spend my days planting flowers, looking at the sea, and living a peaceful and fulfilling life."

"A few days ago, I saw the news about you and Xia Yu working side by side in the business world. You two cooperated very well and are a really good match."

"I wish you happiness, elder sister."

"Don't come looking for me. Let me live a quiet life on my own."

At the end of the letter, there was no signature, only a dried tear stain that stained the ink on the paper.

Upon reading the letter, Jiang Ye's eyes instantly reddened.

A single, scalding tear finally escaped her eyes and landed on the letter.

He gripped the letter tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

He understood that his older sister was using this method to completely sever any possibility between them.

She was making concessions to allow him and Xia Yu to be together.

She would rather live out her days alone on a remote island than become a stumbling block in his career or put him in a dilemma.

"Big sister, you're so silly..."

Jiang Ye muttered to himself, his voice terribly hoarse.

Han Qingru's letter was like a heavy hammer, completely shattering all of Jiang Ye's hesitation and struggle.

At that moment, he finally saw his own heart clearly.

What he truly wanted was neither a vast business empire nor a love affair where both parties were equally matched.

All he wanted was the older sister in the orphanage who shared half a steamed bun with him.

She was the woman who held him tightly during the typhoon night, giving him endless warmth and comfort.

It was Han Qingru who loved and protected him unconditionally, whether he was poor or rich!

Jiang Ye suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and madness.

He made a decision.

A decision that will shake the entire business community of Hanju.

……

The next morning.

Kunlun Capital Senior Meeting Room.

Jiang Ye summoned all core executives, including Lei Heng and Xia Yu.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have something to announce."

Jiang Ye stood in front of the conference table, his tone calm, yet exuding an undeniable air of authority.

"From today onwards, all daily affairs and major decisions of Kunlun Capital will be fully handled by Lei Heng and President Xia."

"I want to take an indefinite leave."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the conference room.

"Boss! What are you doing? This is a critical time for the company!" Lei Heng shouted anxiously, sweating profusely.

Xia Yu sat in the chair, looking at Jiang Ye's determined eyes, and seemed to have guessed something.

She didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

"I've made up my mind."

Jiang Ye waved his hand, interrupting Lei Heng.

"I'm at ease leaving the company in your hands. I have more important things to do."

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't offer any further explanation and turned to leave the conference room.

He returned to Donghu Apartment, packed a few changes of clothes, and stuffed them into a waterproof tail bag.

Then, he went to the underground parking garage and lifted the dust cover off the black BMW Waterbird.

This steel behemoth that once accompanied him in his Dakar battles sits quietly in a corner, radiating a cold metallic sheen.

Jiang Ye straddled the motorcycle and put on his black full-face helmet.

"boom--!"

The engine let out a deep, wild roar.