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

All of Han Qingru's grievances, all her longing, and the deep-seated inferiority complex caused by the age gap vanished at this moment.

The two embraced tightly in the wooden cabin on the edge of the cliff.

They didn't say anything more, but poured out their suffering and longing for each other through tears and hugs.

……

Jiang Ye settled down on the isolated island.

He did not contact anyone in China, did not call Lei Heng, and did not inquire about any affairs of Kunlun Capital.

He turned off the waterproof phone and threw it in a corner of the cabin.

On this deserted island, without signal or internet, completely cut off all contact with the noisy world.

He accompanied Han Qingru for walks on the beach every day.

At dawn, they sat side by side on the rocks, watching the red sun rise slowly from the sea, turning the entire sea surface into a golden hue.

In the evening, they walked barefoot on the soft sand, watching the sunset and listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks.

Inside the cabin, they cooked together and cleaned the house together.

They cast aside all identities and constraints.

She has lost the aura of a multi-billion dollar tycoon and the authority of a multinational female CEO.

They were just like any ordinary, loving young couple, enjoying this rare and pure time together.

A genuine, happy smile returned to Han Qingru's face.

She no longer dwelled on the fact that she was five years older than Jiang Ye, nor was she afraid that she would become a burden to Jiang Ye's career.

She watched Jiang Ye busy himself every day to start a fire and cook, and saw the loving and focused look in his eyes when he looked at her.

Han Qingru knew perfectly well that Jiang Ye only had eyes for her, and that was enough.

On this secluded island, there is no outside interference or worldly perspective.

Their relationship was completely elevated.

On those nights accompanied by the sound of waves, on a simple wooden bed.

Their souls and bodies achieved an unprecedented harmony.

……

early morning.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist on the sea, casting a slanting glow on the simple wooden house perched on the cliff edge.

Jiang Ye woke up on the somewhat uncomfortable wooden bed.

He turned his head slightly, and in his arms was Han Qingru, who was sleeping soundly.

She nestled against his chest like a docile kitten, her breathing even and long.

Jiang Ye looked around.

The wooden house was drafty on all sides, and the walls were made of rough wooden planks pieced together, with light from outside visible through the gaps.

The thatched roof was even a bit tattered, and a few drops of rain leaked in after a light rain last night.

There wasn't even a proper power source in the house; at night, they could only rely on candles for light.

The conditions were so backward it was appalling, it was like going back to the primitive society.

but.

Jiang Ye looked at the woman in his arms, at her peaceful sleeping face.

This feeling made him feel even more comfortable and satisfied than when he lived in his large, fully-equipped, smart apartment in downtown Hanzhou, which was worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

Jiang Ye gently lifted the somewhat rough blanket, carefully got up, and was afraid of waking Han Qingru.

He went outside.

The morning sea breeze, carrying a strong salty smell, hit me and instantly woke me up.

Jiang Ye took off his expensive suit, which was soaked in seawater and was now tattered.

He found a set of coarse cloth short-sleeved shirts and shorts left behind by local fishermen in the corner of the wooden house and put them on.

Although the clothes are rough and a bit itchy to wear, they are very loose and breathable.

Jiang Ye picked up a rusty wood-chopping knife and walked into the woods behind the house.

He spotted a dead tree trunk, swung his machete, and began chopping wood with all his might.

"Snap! Snap!"

The crisp sound of chopping wood echoed through the quiet woods.

Jiang Ye was shirtless, and sweat streamed down his strong muscles.

This purely physical labor made him feel full of energy.

After a while, Han Qingru also woke up.

She didn't complain about the terrible environment, nor did she complain about the hard wooden bed.

She was wearing an oversized old shirt by Jiang Ye, the hem of which just covered her thighs.

Han Qingru walked into the courtyard, picked up a gourd ladle, and scooped a ladle of cool well water from the moss-covered water vat next to her.

She bent down and simply washed her face with well water.

The icy well water stimulated her skin, completely waking her up.

Han Qingru looked up, shook the water droplets off her face, and saw Jiang Ye carrying a bundle of chopped firewood as he walked out of the woods.

The two locked eyes.

They looked at each other's unkempt, rustic attire.

They couldn't help but smile at each other.

On this secluded island, they completely shed their identities as billionaires and multinational female CEOs.

Gone are the designer bags and haute couture suits, gone are the hypocritical business socializing.

They returned to the most primitive, rough, but also the most authentic way of life.

……

After working all morning, my stomach started growling with hunger.

The two faced the most practical problem—eating.

There are no supermarkets or food delivery services on this deserted island; you have to do everything yourself.

Jiang Ye took a sharpened wooden stick and walked to the rocky beach after the tide receded.

He took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the somewhat prickly rocks, his sharp eyes searching for prey in the puddles.

With his agility and previous experience in wilderness survival.

Jiang Ye managed to catch several large crabs in the crevices of the rocks, and also speared a few lively groupers with a stick.

"What a bumper harvest!"

Jiang Ye carried the seafood strung together with rattan, returning to the wooden house with a full load.

Back in front of the cabin, Jiang Ye saw Han Qingru squatting on the ground with a furrowed brow.

She was holding two flints and a pile of dry grass, trying to start a fire.

Han Qingru is usually a formidable figure in the business world, signing contracts worth hundreds of billions without batting an eye.

But at this moment, faced with this most primitive way of starting a fire, she seemed somewhat at a loss.

She struck the flint hard, finally managing to create a spark that ignited the dry grass.

As a result, because the hay was somewhat damp, the flames didn't ignite; instead, a thick plume of black smoke billowed out.

"Cough cough cough..."

Han Qingru coughed incessantly from the thick smoke, and tears streamed down her face.

She rubbed her eyes haphazardly with the back of her hand, only to smear all the black grime from her hand onto her face, instantly turning her fair complexion into a messy mess.

Jiang Ye walked over and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Han Qingru's disheveled yet adorable appearance.

"What are you laughing at! Come and help!"

Han Qingru glared at him playfully, her eyes red-rimmed, which, combined with her painted face, made her look particularly comical.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Jiang Ye smiled and walked over, squatted down, and used his sleeve to wipe the black ash off her face.

"Leave this kind of rough work to me, you just need to keep an eye on things from the side."

Jiang Ye took over the task of starting the fire.

He skillfully adjusted the position of the hay, placed some dry branches on top, and then reignited it with a flint.

Under his control, the flames quickly rose up, crackling and popping as they burned.

Jiang Ye placed an old iron pot on the fire and poured in some water.

After the water boiled, he threw the cleaned crabs and groupers directly into the pot.