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

"divorce?!"

The employees who were having dinner together stared wide-eyed in shock, exchanging bewildered glances.

It turns out that this super-rich man who casually swiped his black gold card worth 860,000 yuan has already divorced the icy female CEO of the Shen Group!

Shen Qinghan's face turned deathly pale instantly. She bit her lip hard, feeling as humiliated as if she had been stripped naked in public.

"in addition,"

Jiang Ye ignored Shen Qinghan's reaction and continued, "I heard that the bilingual kindergarten you enrolled Xinyu in has run into some problems recently. I've already arranged for her to attend the best international kindergarten in Hanzhou, which has a better environment and teachers."

"I've already paid her tuition in one lump sum, covering all her expenses until she graduates from elementary school. Also, I've hired two professional nannies for her, and I've already prepaid for a year's worth of their fees."

Jiang Ye paused, his gaze sweeping over Shen Xinyu's oil-stained face, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his indifference.

"There are also the costs of her various extracurricular classes, clothes, and toys, which must add up to quite a bit. If there are any additional expenses, no matter how small, you can just send me a list, and I will reimburse you in full."

Jiang Ye's words were like a bombshell, exploding in the quiet restaurant.

The best international kindergarten in Hanju is a true elite school; the tuition plus all sorts of miscellaneous fees amount to at least several hundred thousand yuan a year! Add to that the cost of two professional nannies and various reimbursements…

This isn't paying child support, it's practically throwing money at people!

The employees around Jiang Ye looked at him with a newfound respect, their initial shock now replaced by deep awe.

That's incredibly extravagant!

Shen Qinghan, on the other hand, felt as if his face had been slapped countless times, burning with pain.

She always thought that after Jiang Ye left the Shen family, he would become a pitiful wretch who couldn't even afford to eat. She even secretly hoped that one day Jiang Ye would be driven to desperation and come back to kneel before her, begging for a reconciliation.

But now, reality has given her a resounding slap in the face.

Jiang Ye not only didn't fall on hard times, but instead transformed into a super-rich tycoon whom she couldn't possibly reach!

The 860,000 yuan he casually swiped, the international kindergarten he arranged with such nonchalance, his promise that "no matter how much, it will be reimbursed"...

All of this is a cruel mockery of her past arrogance and ignorance.

At this moment, her role and Jiang Ye's role were completely reversed.

The once aloof and domineering CEO, who used to be so generous to Jiang Ye, has now become a pitiful woman who can't even afford a meal and can only rely on her ex-husband for child support.

"Eno..."

Shen Qinghan stared intently at Jiang Ye, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling as she questioned, "Did you do this on purpose? You made such a big fuss today, ordered such expensive dishes, transferred the money to me in front of so many people, and said these things... Were you deliberately trying to humiliate me in public?!"

Seeing Shen Qinghan's humiliated and hysterical state, Jiang Ye suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

"Shen Qinghan, aren't you taking yourself way too seriously?"

"You're overthinking it. I'm doing all this simply because Shen Xinyu is my daughter, and I'm just fulfilling my duties as a father."

"I'm not in the mood, nor do I have the time to waste on your embellishments. I'm doing this solely because of my father's position, and that's all."

"From now on, apart from matters concerning Xinyu, it's best if we have no further interaction."

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't look at Shen Qinghan again, nor did he look at his daughter who was still eating lobster.

He turned around, strode out of the Michelin-starred restaurant without hesitation.

Shen Qinghan was left alone, standing there in a daze.

She watched Jiang Ye's resolute and indifferent back, looked at the glaring 860,000 yuan receipt on the table, and listened to her daughter's carefree chewing sounds.

An unprecedented chill shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

.......

More than half an hour later.

As I stepped out of the Hang Lung Plaza, a cold winter night wind blew in my face.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath of the cold air. Instead of feeling cold, he felt an indescribable comfort emanating from every pore of his body.

Just now in the restaurant, looking at Shen Qinghan's pale and bewildered face, and watching Gu Ziming's fleeing figure, he felt no wild joy after revenge, only a sense of relief at completely severing ties with the past.

Seven years of shackles have finally been lifted today.

Jiang Ye raised his wrist and glanced at the Patek Philippe he had just bought.

It's 9:30 p.m.

It's still early.

Jiang Ye straddled the BMW GS motorcycle parked by the roadside, twisted the throttle, and with a deep roar, merged into the dazzling traffic of Hanju.

Half an hour later, the motorcycle stopped in front of the Night Livehouse bar.

This is a music bar that mainly plays folk and light rock music. There are no deafening basses or chaotic dance floors. The atmosphere is quite nice, and there aren't too many customers. Most of them are young people who like to listen to music quietly.

Back when he lived at the Shen family's house, Jiang Ye really wanted to come to a place like this, sit down, have a drink, and listen to some music.

However, Shen Qinghan has severe mysophobia and absolutely hates the smell of tobacco and alcohol. Even if Jiang Ye just smokes a cigarette outside, she'll scold him for ages when he gets home, let alone coming to a place like a bar.

Moreover, he was subject to strict "governing rules" at the Shen family home, and he had to return before 10 p.m. to be ready to serve tea and water to Shen Qinghan at any time.

It's different now.

He was completely free. He could go to a bar for a couple of drinks, or even stay up all night, getting completely drunk and sleeping on the street, and no one would bother him anymore.

Jiang Ye pushed open the heavy soundproof door of the bar, and a scent mixed with alcohol, coffee and a faint perfume wafted out.

On stage, a long-haired resident singer is holding a wooden guitar and softly singing an unknown folk song.

Jiang Ye walked to the bar, ordered an ice-cold craft beer, and turned around to find a corner seat.

Just as his gaze swept across the hall, he suddenly froze for a moment.

In a booth by the window in the bar, sat a very eye-catching woman.

She wore a well-tailored black turtleneck sweater with a khaki cashmere coat over it, and her long, black hair was casually tied back, revealing her slender, fair neck.

The bar was dimly lit, but it couldn't hide her stunningly beautiful face.

It was Xia Yu.

What Jiang Ye found even more incongruous was that in this music bar where everyone was drinking and relaxing, Xia Yu had a silver Apple laptop in front of her. She was frowning slightly, her slender fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard, the screen's glow illuminating her face, giving her an aura of a cold and aloof female CEO.

"This woman is really a workaholic, coming to a bar to work overtime?" Jiang Ye couldn't help but mutter to himself, a playful smile playing on his lips.