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Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye suddenly laughed.

His laughter was cold and full of mockery.

He originally thought that although Xia Yu appeared cold, she was at least a reasonable woman with principles.

But now it seems that she is no different from Shen Qinghan at heart.

They are all equally self-righteous, equally arrogant and rude, and equally trample on the dignity of others.

"Okay, very good."

Jiang Ye released Xia Yu's wrist, took a step back, and increased the distance between the two.

"President Xia, this money is too hot to handle. I, Jiang Ye, can't afford it."

Jiang Ye's tone was flat, devoid of his previous anger, replaced by utter indifference: "I originally thought that once we signed the agreement, it meant we were in an equal cooperative relationship. We were all supposed to have a good time together. But now it seems I've been out of step with the times."

"Since you think of me as a tool that can be locked up and starved at will, then there's no need to continue this cooperation."

"The agreement is null and void. Go find someone else to play your fiancé. You're quite pretty, but unfortunately, you have no taste."

The words "So tasteless" were like a resounding slap across Xia Yu's face.

Xia Yu's face turned deathly pale instantly, then flushed bright red.

She, the president of the prestigious Blue Ocean Group and the undisputed ice queen of Hanzhou's business community, was actually called "tasteless" by a divorced, unemployed man?!

A strong sense of humiliation and anger rushed to my head.

"Jiang Ye! Who do you think you are, daring to lecture me?!"

Xia Yu angrily said, "Fine, it's void! Do you think I care about you?! Take your things and get out of here right now! Get out of my house! I never want to see you again in my life!"

"As you wish."

Jiang Ye didn't even bother to say a single unnecessary word.

He walked to the sofa, picked up his motorcycle jacket and put it on, then put his car keys in his pocket.

As Jiang Ye passed the coffee table, he didn't even glance at the exquisite box of Japanese food. He walked straight to the front door, opened it, and strode out.

"Bang!"

The heavy door slammed shut behind Jiang Ye with a deafening thud.

The villa fell silent instantly.

Xia Yu stood in the center of the living room, her chest heaving. She stared at the closed door, her eyes inexplicably reddening.

"Get out! All of you get out! Men are all the same!"

……

The winter night in Hanju was bitterly cold.

Jiang Ye walked out of the villa and got into the BMW Waterbird parked outside the yard.

"boom--!"

He twisted the throttle sharply, and the engine roared furiously.

Jiang Ye wasn't wearing a helmet, letting the biting wind lash his face like knives. He drove his heavy motorcycle out of the Yunding Mountain Villa District, speeding aimlessly through the streets of Hanzhou.

The cold wind blowing down his neck gradually calmed Jiang Ye's head, which had been burning with anger.

My stomach is still growling, and I'm so hungry that it hurts a little.

Jiang Ye found a Lanzhou noodle restaurant that was still open by the roadside, parked his car, and went inside.

"Boss, a large bowl of beef noodles, extra meat, and two fried eggs!"

Jiang Ye found a corner seat and shouted loudly.

Not long after, a steaming bowl of beef noodles, topped with chili oil and cilantro, was served.

Jiang Ye picked up his chopsticks and began to wolf down his food.

After drinking the hot soup, the spasms in my stomach were finally relieved, and much of the chill in my body was dispelled.

After finishing his noodles, Jiang Ye paid and left the noodle shop.

Instead of rushing back to Donghu Apartment, he rode his motorcycle to the scenic boulevard along the Han River in Hanzhou.

The river breeze was strong at night, and the city's dazzling neon lights were reflected on the river's surface, creating a shimmering effect.

Jiang Ye parked the car by the river, leaned against the railing, and lit a cigarette.

He watched the cargo ships slowly passing by on the river in the distance, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and then slowly exhaled.

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, I realize that I was also at fault in what happened today.

He forced his way into someone's room in the middle of the night and refused to leave the bed. Any woman would be angry in that situation. Xia Yu locked him in the house, probably just to teach him a lesson at first, not to actually starve him for a day.

However, both of them had very short tempers, and their words escalated into a major argument.

"Fine, let it be void then."

Jiang Ye flicked his cigarette ash and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

It was an absurd deal to begin with, and it's good that it ended early. It saves us from getting entangled in messy situations and causing more trouble later.

But I don't know why.

I watched the young couples strolling hand in hand along the riverbank, and saw their long shadows cast by the streetlights.

Jiang Ye's mind was inexplicably filled with the image of that night, on the king-size bed in the Hanzhou Bay No. 1 hotel, where he and Xia Yu were passionately entangled.

That astonishing softness, that awkward yet passionate response, those long, beautiful legs tightly wrapped around her waist...

Six times throughout the entire night.

That deep, unforgettable connection, like something etched into the very marrow of your body, is something you can't shake off no matter what you do.

Even the image of Xia Yu, wearing a thin silk nightgown and clinging to him like an octopus, sleeping in a cute and adorable pose, was clearly imprinted in his mind last night.

Jiang Ye paused slightly, his fingers holding the cigarette between his fingers.

He frowned and scratched his hair in frustration.

"This is unbelievable."

Jiang Ye cursed himself inwardly.

Haven't we already broken off relations and invalidated the agreement?

Haven't we already seen through that woman's arrogant and rude nature?

I just slept with her, why am I still thinking about her now? Is it because I've been single for so long that I can't get over any woman I meet?

Jiang Ye took a deep drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out on the nearby trash can.

He looked at the dark river surface, and his eyes gradually cleared.

"Women, indeed, you can only talk about friendship, not feelings."

Jiang Ye silently said to himself.

A true friendship is one where each party gets what they need, and the transaction is completed on the spot. Just like the initial agreement between him and Xia Yu: he pays, she does the work, and they owe each other nothing.

Once emotions, so-called self-esteem, and possessiveness get involved, things become a mess.

He had already stumbled once with Shen Qinghan, wasting seven years of his youth. He absolutely refused to fall into the same trap a second time.

No matter how beautiful or how good Xia Yu's figure is, she's just a passerby.

Jiang Ye now has money, leisure time, and freedom.

Once winter is over and the weather warms up, he will ride his BMW Waterbird westward.

Go see the snow-capped mountains along the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, feel the breeze at Qinghai Lake, and experience true freedom on the Duku Highway in Xinjiang.

That's what he should be pursuing now.

As for women?

It will only affect the speed at which he twists the throttle.

Having figured this out, Jiang Ye felt a sense of relief and clarity.

He turned around, strode to the motorcycle, got on, and put on his helmet.

"boom--!"

The engine let out a deafening roar, as if announcing some kind of decision.

Jiang Ye twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle, like a black lightning bolt, tore through the cold wind of the winter night in Hanzhou, speeding towards the Donghu Apartment.

This time, he didn't look back.

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