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Jiang Ye's guitar playing isn't at a professional, top-tier level; he doesn't have any fancy techniques. But his voice contains an extremely strong emotion.

It was the release of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon after seven years of suppression; it was the purest yearning for freedom after seeing through the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

His singing has no technique, only emotion.

The patrons in the bar were all captivated by the song, and many clapped along to the rhythm.

Xia Yu sat in the audience, staring blankly at Jiang Ye on the stage.

The light shone on his profile, outlining his resolute jawline. Jiang Ye was no longer the roguish, carefree figure he had been moments before, nor did he possess the cold, ruthless pressure of the previous night.

He is like a traveler who has experienced many hardships, telling his story through song.

Xia Yu suddenly felt that she had never truly understood this man. He was like a thick book, and every time she opened it, she could see a completely different side of him.

The song ended.

The bar erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Jiang Ye put down his guitar, waved to the audience, then walked off the stage and sat down opposite Xia Yu.

"I didn't realize you sang so well." Xia Yu looked at him, a hint of appreciation in her eyes that she herself didn't even notice. "You like Xu Wei's songs too?"

"I wouldn't say I like it that much, but I just feel that the lyrics of this song really suit my taste."

Jiang Ye picked up the lemonade on the table, took a sip, and said with a smile, "This song is simply made for motorcycle touring. Next spring, when the weather gets warmer, I plan to take my motorcycle on a long-distance motorcycle trip."

"Motorcycle touring?" Xia Yu was taken aback.

"Yeah, all the way west." Jiang Ye's eyes sparkled. "Let's take a trip on the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, see the snow-capped mountains, feel the breeze at Qinghai Lake, and experience true freedom on the Duku Highway in Xinjiang. Anyway, I'm unemployed now, so I have plenty of time."

Originally, Jiang Ye was just saying it casually.

In his view, Xia Yu, a female CEO of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate who sits in a high-end office building every day and is chauffeured around in luxury cars, would definitely scoff at this kind of motorcycle travel, which involves sleeping in the open and enduring hardships, and might even find it somewhat beneath her dignity.

However, to Jiang Ye's surprise...

After hearing his words, Xia Yu did not laugh. Instead, a deep longing appeared in her clear, cold eyes.

"very nice……"

Xia Yu murmured softly, her voice tinged with undisguised weariness: "Actually, when I was in college, I also dreamed of taking a trip on a whim. But after I took over the company, every day I woke up to endless meetings, reports, and interpersonal relationships. The word 'freedom' is simply a luxury for me."

Seeing Xia Yu's vulnerable side revealed after shedding her disguise, Jiang Ye's heart stirred slightly.

"Actually, motorcycle touring is just a process." Jiang Ye looked into her eyes, his tone becoming serious. "My real ideal is to find a paradise like those in novels. Or rather, a place like the one described in 'The Realm of Cloud Wilderness'."

"Find a place with mountains and water, and build a wooden house. No need to set an alarm clock, just sleep until you naturally wake up. During the day, go fishing by the lake, grow some vegetables and flowers in the yard. Raise a big dog, and walk it around in the mountains whenever you have free time. No KPIs, no backstabbing, just a peaceful and undisturbed life."

Jiang Ye described the scene in his mind, a faint smile on his lips.

Upon hearing the words "Cloud Wilderness Realm," Xia Yu's eyes lit up as if she had discovered a new continent, and she looked at Jiang Ye with a face full of surprise.

"You've also read the book 'The Realm of Cloud Wilderness'?!"

"That's a little-known travelogue published over a decade ago, long out of print! I always thought only bored people like me would enjoy reading that kind of book!"

"How could it be boring? That book is about real life." Jiang Ye was also a little surprised, not expecting that Xia Yu had also read this obscure book.

As if they had found a kindred spirit, the tense and wary atmosphere between them vanished instantly.

They started chatting.

They talked about the local customs and culture in "The Land of Clouds and Wilderness," their favorite folk music, and their aspirations for the future.

Jiang Ye was surprised to discover that Xia Yu, this seemingly cold female CEO, actually harbored an extremely artistic soul deep inside, one who yearned for freedom.

The two found themselves getting along better and better.

After chatting for a while...

Jiang Ye looked at Xia Yu's cheeks, slightly flushed with excitement, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and couldn't help but start making sarcastic remarks again.

"I never expected this. Mr. Xia, it turns out we're not only so harmonious in bed, but also in other areas."

The moment those words were spoken, the lively conversation froze instantly.

Xia Yu's mind was uncontrollably filled with images of that night on the hotel bed, the two of them passionately entangled and intimately intertwined.

"Eno!"

Xia Yu's face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato. Embarrassed and annoyed, she stomped hard on Jiang Ye's foot under the table, the heel of her high heel making Jiang Ye wince.

"Don't talk nonsense! You're just a dog who can't say anything nice!"

"Hey! I was just praising you, why are you getting all worked up!" Jiang Ye laughed heartily while rubbing his foot.

.......

Before we knew it, most of the customers in the bar had left, and the clock on the wall pointed to 10 p.m.

Xia Yu glanced at the time and suddenly woke up with a start.

"It's already 10 o'clock?!"

Xia Yu glanced at the laptop screen in front of her, which was already black, and glared at Jiang Ye, feigning anger. She complained, "It's all your fault! You kept rambling on and on, making it impossible for me to work properly all night! I didn't get a single word of the reports in!"

"How can you blame me? You were the one who was having such a good time chatting." Jiang Ye spread his hands innocently.

"I can't be bothered with you! I'm leaving!"

Xia Yu stuffed her laptop into her bag, stood up, put on her coat, and walked quickly towards the bar's exit in her high heels.

Watching Xia Yu's slender figure from behind, Jiang Ye sat in his seat, and a very bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Without hesitation, he stood up and strode out after him.

On a winter night, the streets along the Han River were deserted, with only the dim streetlights casting long shadows of the trees.

Xia Yu had just walked to a sheltered corner outside the bar and was about to take out her car keys from her bag.

Suddenly, a strong hand reached out from behind and grabbed her wrist.

"what!"

Xia Yu was startled and was about to cry out when she was pulled into a broad and warm embrace by a tremendous force.

Before she could even react to what was happening, Jiang Ye's face, which carried a faint scent of tobacco and beer, loomed over her.

Jiang Ye lowered his head and kissed Xia Yu's two cold yet soft red lips with perfect accuracy.