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Jiang Ye carried his bag, climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, took out his key, and opened the door.

A faint musty smell wafted over.

The house had been uninhabited for a long time, and a thin layer of dust had settled on the furniture. But the furnishings inside remained exactly as they were when he left.

A simple fabric sofa, a wooden coffee table, an old television, and a desk by the window.

Although it's not big, it makes people feel at ease.

Jiang Ye put down his bag, walked to the window, and opened it.

Not far from the window is the playground of Donghu University. The autumn sun shines on the red synthetic track, where a group of energetic college students can be seen playing basketball, with cheers and the sound of basketballs hitting the backboard coming from time to time.

A gentle breeze wafted in, carrying a hint of osmanthus fragrance.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and felt the pent-up frustration in his chest dissipate considerably.

He moved to this apartment and decided to settle down first.

Jiang Ye was a man of action. He rolled up his sleeves, went to the bathroom, found a rag and a mop, and began to tidy up.

He filled a basin with clean water and carefully wiped down the sofa, coffee table, and TV cabinet. Then he mopped the floor until it was spotless. He took down the curtains and threw them into the washing machine, and replaced all the old sheets and duvet covers on the bed with new ones.

After doing physical labor for two whole hours, Jiang Ye was covered in sweat, but his spirits were surprisingly high.

Looking at the newly renovated apartment, Jiang Ye nodded in satisfaction.

He walked up to the refrigerator and found it empty, so he went downstairs to the supermarket at the entrance of the community and bought some daily necessities and ingredients.

In the evening, he made himself a simple bowl of egg noodles.

There were no delicacies or elaborate presentations, but he ate with more relish than he had eaten any meal in the past seven years.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Ye took a shower, changed into loose-fitting sportswear, and lay down on the sofa.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind clear.

Since it's impossible to live the kind of life I want with Shen Qinghan, I should just withdraw completely.

He has already signed the divorce agreement and left it at the villa in M ​​country. Once Shen Qinghan sees it and signs it, there will be no more connection between them.

As for his daughter Shen Xinyu, she is six years old and not close to him.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of "Zi Mo's dad," who would buy her expensive gifts and take her to upscale restaurants.

Then let her Zimo's father take care of her.

Jiang Ye didn't want to fight for custody anymore, nor did he want to play the role of an unpleasant father. He had given Shen Xinyu seven years of unconditional fatherly love, which she herself had rejected.

Having let go of these burdens, Jiang Ye felt completely relaxed.

What should we do next?

He thought about his career.

Kunlun Capital is currently operating well.

For the past seven years, although he has remained behind the scenes, he has personally overseen the overall direction. Lei Heng is keeping an eye on the Asia-Pacific region, and he also has several capable subordinates on Wall Street.

The company's investments, besides real estate, all involve top-tier unicorns in their respective industries, covering core fields such as new energy, artificial intelligence, and biomedicine. These projects have now entered their mature stages and are all continuous cash cows.

I can't even spend all the company dividends I receive each month.

He didn't need to worry about company matters at all; his subordinates were more than capable of handling everything perfectly.

Now that he had both money and free time, Jiang Ye decided to take a long vacation.

Let's go on a motorcycle trip next.

Once the thought popped into my head, it grew wildly in my mind like weeds.

He used to love riding motorcycles, enjoying the feeling of speed. But after they got married, Shen Qinghan disliked the danger of motorcycles and felt they were beneath her, unbecoming of her status as the president of the Shen Group. She forced him to sell his car and make him obediently drive the Maybach as a chauffeur.

Now, nobody can control him.

Perhaps only on the road, listening to the roar of the engine, feeling the wind whistling past your ears, and watching the ever-changing scenery along the way, can you completely forget all your troubles.

Only then can one throw all the frustration of the past seven years to the winds.

Jiang Ye is a man who acts on his impulses.

The next morning, after having breakfast, he took a taxi directly to the largest imported motorcycle dealership in Hanzhou City.

The dealership was filled with all sorts of cool heavy motorcycles.

Jiang Ye was dressed in ordinary casual clothes and didn't look like a wealthy person. But the car dealership salesperson still greeted him politely.

"Hello sir, what kind of motorcycle are you looking for? A scooter or a sportbike?"

Jiang Ye didn't waste any words and immediately fixed his gaze on the behemoth in the center of the exhibition hall.

"Let's look at the rally cars." Jiang Ye pointed to the car. "How about that Waterbird?"

The salesperson paused for a moment, then looked in the direction Jiang Ye was pointing. It was a top-of-the-line BMW R 1250 GS Adventure, also known as the "Water Bird" by motorcycle enthusiasts.

"Sir, you have excellent taste. This is the latest top-of-the-line model this year, with a full set of aluminum alloy three-box luggage, electronic suspension, heated seat, and a 1254cc engine. It's an absolute must-have for long-distance motorcycle touring."

The salesperson enthusiastically introduced the car, but couldn't help but add, "However, this car is quite expensive; it will cost around 300,000 yuan after all the fees..."

"Do you have a car in stock?" Jiang Ye interrupted him.

"Yes, this is the car in stock, all the paperwork is complete, and you can pick it up anytime."

"Okay, this is it." Jiang Ye thought for a moment, then took out a black bank card from his pocket and handed it over. "Swipe the card."

The salesperson was completely stunned.

In all his years selling motorcycles, he'd never seen a customer buy a motorcycle worth over 300,000 yuan like it was a cabbage. No test drive, no price negotiation, just swiping their card?

"Okay, sir! Please wait a moment, I'll process your paperwork right away!" The salesperson's voice trembled with excitement as she took the bank card and ran to the finance office.

Swipe the card, sign—all in one smooth motion.

Jiang Ye didn't even blink when the huge sum of over 300,000 yuan was transferred out. To him, that amount of money was nothing.

After buying the car, Jiang Ye browsed the equipment section of the dealership.

Since we're going on a long motorcycle trip, we need to be fully equipped.

He bought a lot more equipment.

A top-of-the-line Shoei full-face helmet cost over 8,000 yuan; a Klim professional rally cycling suit, windproof and waterproof with protective gear, cost over 20,000 yuan; plus professional cycling gloves, rally boots, Bluetooth headset, dashcam, tire repair kit, air pump...

He picked out the most expensive and best items in the store for anything he could use for motorcycle touring.

All things considered, the equipment alone cost another fifty or sixty thousand.

When the car dealership owner saw that a big customer had arrived, he personally ran around helping to install parts and adjust the vehicle.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Everything is ready.

Jiang Ye changed into his black and gray rally cycling suit, put on high-top rally boots, a helmet, and gloves.

The timid, stay-at-home husband in faded clothes was gone. In his place stood a tall, sharp-eyed man exuding a wild aura.

He stepped into the tall BMW GS, inserted the key, and pressed the ignition switch.

"boom--"

The horizontally opposed twin-cylinder engine emitted a deep and powerful roar, like a beast awakening.

Jiang Ye felt the vibration coming from his crotch and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He gripped the clutch, shifted into first gear, and gently twisted the accelerator while releasing the clutch.

The massive motorcycle smoothly drove out of the dealership and merged into the traffic flow in Hanzhou City.

Sunlight shone on the metal body of the car, reflecting a dazzling light.

Jiang Ye didn't set a specific destination. He planned to head west first to see the Gobi Desert, snow-capped mountains, and grasslands of Northwest China.

The wind blew in through the gaps in the helmet, carrying the scent of freedom.

The seven-year prison was finally shattered at this moment.

Jiang Ye twisted the throttle, and with the roar of the engine, the motorcycle sped forward like a bolt of lightning, leaving the city behind, along with those unbearable past memories, far behind.

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