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

Jiang Ye twisted the throttle, and the black motorcycle shot out of the underground garage like a bolt of lightning, entering the morning rush hour traffic in Hanju.

He didn't tell anyone his destination.

He only wanted to find the woman who loved him deeply by riding this motorcycle across mountains and rivers in his own way.

……

Xia Yu was not surprised to learn of Jiang Ye's departure.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of Kunlun Capital, looking at the hazy sky in the distance, a relieved smile on her lips.

She knew that she had ultimately lost.

He lost to the woman who left an indelible mark on Jiang Ye's life.

But she doesn't regret it.

Because she had truly loved, and had stood shoulder to shoulder with that man at the top of the world.

Together they created the "Cloud Wilderness" and dominated the business world.

This experience will be something she cherishes for a lifetime.

Xia Yu put aside all her sentimental thoughts and turned her attention back to the mountain of documents on her desk.

She wanted to protect Jiang Ye's vast business empire.

She wants to spread the concept of "Cloud Wilderness" all over the world.

This was the last way she showed her love for him.

……

Jiang Ye rode his motorcycle southwards.

Instead of taking the expressway, he chose the winding national and provincial highways.

He wanted to use the time on the road to sort out his thoughts.

The scenery along the way is constantly changing.

Sometimes it's rolling green hills, sometimes it's shimmering lakes, and sometimes it's quaint villages with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the engine roared beneath me.

Jiang Ye felt this long-lost freedom and loneliness.

He encountered all sorts of people.

There were simple old farmers selling fruit by the roadside, rural children riding dilapidated bicycles to school, and backpackers like him wandering the roads with their bags.

Everyone has their own story, and everyone is busy making a living.

That evening.

Jiang Ye rode his bicycle to a small southern town called "Linshui".

The city is small, but it exudes a strong artistic atmosphere.

The streets are lined with tall plane trees, their leaves already turning yellow and rustling in the autumn wind.

Jiang Ye parked his motorcycle in front of a stylish-looking independent bookstore.

He pushed open the wooden door and went inside.

The bookstore was filled with a faint aroma of coffee and ink.

Under the soft light, several rows of tall bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books.

Jiang Ye walked to a corner, picked up a travelogue about the island scenery of Southeast Asia, and started flipping through it.

Just then, a clear and melodious voice rang in my ears.

"Eno?"

Jiang Ye paused for a moment, then turned his head.

He saw a young woman wearing a white cotton-linen dress and with long hair flowing down her shoulders, looking at him with a face full of surprise.

The woman was very beautiful, with delicate features, a gentle temperament, and an air of scholarly refinement.

Jiang Ye looked at the somewhat familiar face and quickly searched his memory.

"You are... Lin Wan'er?"

Jiang Ye asked somewhat uncertainly.

Lin Wan'er was his classmate in high school and was also the school's recognized beauty.

Back then, Lin Wan'er was an excellent student with a sweet appearance, and was the white moonlight in the hearts of countless boys.

Jiang Ye had also secretly loved her, but because he was a poor boy, he never dared to confess his feelings.

After graduating from high school, we all went our separate ways and never kept in touch again.

Unexpectedly, we met again in this way in this small southern town thousands of miles away.

"It really is you, Jiang Ye!"

Lin Wan'er smiled happily, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"It's been so many years! You've changed so much! I almost didn't recognize you!"

Lin Wan'er looked Jiang Ye up and down.

Jiang Ye, standing before me, was dressed in a black motorcycle outfit. He was tall and imposing, with deep eyes, and exuded the charm and world-weariness of a mature man.

He was completely different from the skinny, shy, poor boy he was in high school.

"Yes, it's been many years." Jiang Ye smiled and closed the book in his hand.

"What are you doing here? Do you own this bookstore?"

"Well, after I graduated from university, I didn't want to stay in a big city and get caught up in the hustle and bustle, so I came here and opened a bookstore to live a slower-paced life."

Lin Wan'er explained with a smile.

"And you? What are you doing now? How did you end up by the water?"

Jiang Ye opened his mouth, about to say that he was the boss of Kunlun Capital and was currently on a motorcycle trip.

But the words stuck in his throat.

Looking into Lin Wan'er's clear eyes, he suddenly felt that discussing multi-billion dollar business projects in this quiet bookstore seemed somewhat out of place.

"I……"

Jiang Yegang wanted to make up a reason.

Lin Wan'er interrupted him with a smile.

"Oh, now that we're here, let's not talk about work."

Lin Wan'er waved her hand and said in a relaxed tone.

"This is a relaxing place where we only talk about romance and not work."

"Come on, since our old classmate is here, let me show you around and be a good host."

Lin Wan'er enthusiastically took Jiang Ye's arm and led him out of the bookstore.

Jiang Ye watched Lin Wan'er's cheerful figure as a long-lost sense of relaxation welled up in his heart.

Yes, in this unfamiliar small town, no one knows him, no one knows that he is a tycoon with hundreds of billions in capital.

He was just Jiang Ye, an ordinary traveler.

Lin Wan'er led Jiang Ye through the streets and alleys of Linshui City.

They ate the most famous local delicacies—osmanthus-flavored lotus root and sweet fermented rice balls.

The sweet but not cloying flavor spreads in the mouth, bringing joy to the heart.

They strolled leisurely along the river that runs through the town.

The riverbanks are lined with quaint stilted houses, and red lanterns sway in the night breeze, reflected on the shimmering river surface, creating a dreamlike scene.

"This place is really nice."

Jiang Ye leaned against the blue stone railing by the river, looking at the night view before him, and sighed sincerely.

"Right? I was initially drawn to this place by its scenery, which is why I decided to stay."

Lin Wan'er stood beside him, the evening breeze blowing through her long hair, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

"Jiang Ye, how have you been these past years?"

Lin Wan'er turned her head, looked at Jiang Ye's profile, and asked softly.

Jiang Ye remained silent for a moment.

He recalled the seven years he had worked like a slave for the Shen family, the cutthroat competition in the business world, and Han Qingru's departure.

"It's alright."

Jiang Ye gave a bitter laugh, his tone tinged with a sense of vicissitude.

"I've experienced some things and seen through some people."

"Right now, I just want to find a quiet place to rest."

Lin Wan'er looked at the deep melancholy in Jiang Ye's eyes and felt a slight stirring in her heart.

She didn't press for details, but simply smiled gently.

"It's okay, everything will be alright."

"If you feel tired, you are always welcome to sit in my bookstore. The doors are always open for you."

Hearing Lin Wan'er's warm words, Jiang Ye's heart was stirred.

It's a wonderful feeling to meet an old classmate who understands you in this unfamiliar small town.

The two chatted by the river for a long time until late at night before reluctantly saying goodbye.

Jiang Ye returned to the hotel, lay on the bed, and replayed the scenes of him and Lin Wan'er together that day in his mind.

That relaxed, carefree, and stress-free feeling made him feel incredibly comfortable.

He suddenly felt that this small town called "Linshui" seemed to have a magical power that could make people forget all their troubles.