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

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.

The autumn wind in Hanju blows against my face, hitting the helmet visor and making a slight whistling sound.

Jiang Ye drove west along the expressway out of the city, maintaining a speed of around 80 km/h. The BMW GS's iconic horizontally opposed twin-cylinder engine vibrated deeply and rhythmically beneath his legs.

"Boom... Buzz..."

The sound of the motorcycle engine is very pleasant.

It was a pure mechanical roar, without the sound insulation of a car cabin, without those annoying in-car music, only the sound of the wind and the engine intertwined, giving people an unprecedented sense of realism.

Relieving himself of this long-lost joy of driving, Jiang Ye suddenly felt as if he had become young again.

For the past seven years, he has driven that dull Maybach belonging to the Shen Group every day, wearing a rigid suit, like an emotionless robot, going back and forth between the Shen family villa, the Shen Group, and the kindergarten.

His eyes have become weary, his back is hunched, and he has even forgotten that he is only in his early thirties.

Now, as he straddles this steel behemoth, facing the wind, he feels that Jiang Ye, who was once decisive in the business world and unrestrained in life, has come back to life.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Ye, he had already ridden out of the city and arrived at Yanqi Lake Scenic Area in the western suburbs of Hanzhou.

The road conditions here are excellent. There is a winding asphalt road along the lake, which is rarely used by cars. It is a favorite route for local motorcyclists and riding enthusiasts in Hanju.

Jiang Ye leaned into the corner, feeling the tires gripping the ground tightly, and his mood became increasingly pleasant.

After riding for about an hour, he saw a spacious viewing platform by the lake, so he engaged the clutch, downshifted, slowed down, and parked the motorcycle steadily in the parking space on the platform.

Jiang Ye kicked down the side ladder, stepped off the car, took off the top-of-the-line carbon fiber helmet worth over eight thousand yuan, and hung it on the rearview mirror.

He walked to the railing by the lake, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and lit one.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and looked at the shimmering lake surface. He felt that this was the kind of life a person should live.

Just as he stopped for a smoke, enjoying the rare tranquility, a sharp and somewhat incredulous female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Jiang Ye? What are you doing here?!"

Jiang Ye paused slightly, his fingers holding the cigarette, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The voice was so familiar that it made him feel somewhat nauseous.

He turned his head and, sure enough, saw a young girl dressed in designer clothes and dressed flamboyantly, walking towards him with a look of utter disbelief on her face.

The girl's name is Shen Yinyin. She is Shen Qinghan's younger sister, and Jiang Ye's sister-in-law.

Shen Yinyin had only recently graduated from university and held a sinecure at a branch of the Shen Group. This woman perfectly inherited the arrogance and meanness of the Shen family, even surpassing Shen Qinghan in these traits.

Because Shen Qinghan at least has some business acumen, while Shen Yinyin is a completely spoiled and good-for-nothing heiress who does nothing productive all day except buy bags, get beauty treatments, and hang out with a group of rich kids to compete with each other.

Over the past seven years, Shen Yinyin has made Jiang Ye do a lot of demands.

She had Jiang Ye drive to the bar to pick her up in the middle of the night.

She had a fight with her boyfriend and asked Jiang Ye to help her move.

She would even call Jiang Ye and scold him for making his pet dog have diarrhea, telling him to take the dog to the vet immediately.

In Shen Yinyin's eyes, Jiang Ye was not a brother-in-law at all, but a free driver hired by the Shen family who could beat and scold him at will.

At this moment, Shen Yinyin was with several stylishly dressed young men and women, seemingly there to take photos by the lake.

She walked up to Jiang Ye in her high heels, looked him up and down at his brand-new rally cycling suit, and then glanced at the imposing BMW GS parked next to him. Her eyes widened instantly.

"Jiang Ye, are you crazy? Why are you dressed like that? And this car..."

Shen Yinyin pointed at the motorcycle, her voice rising eight octaves, "Isn't that a BMW motorcycle? My friend just bought a similar one a few days ago, it cost over 300,000 yuan! Don't tell me you bought this one?"

Jiang Ye glanced at her indifferently, said nothing, and just smoked his cigarette.

He's too lazy to say a word to the Shen family now.

Seeing Jiang Ye's indifferent attitude, Shen Yinyin was furious.

At home, Jiang Ye wouldn't dare to breathe loudly if she glared at him, but today he dared to ignore her?

"I'm asking you a question! Are you mute?" Shen Yinyin rushed forward, pointing her finger at Jiang Ye's nose and yelling, "So, Jiang Ye, my sister isn't home, she's working so hard in the US to make money for the company, begging and pleading for investment everywhere, and you, you're just wasting my sister's money, aren't you?"

"Over 300,000 yuan! How can someone like you, who lives off a woman, afford such an expensive motorcycle? Did you even get my sister's permission? You need to return the motorcycle and transfer the money back to my sister's account right now!"

Shen Yinyin's voice was loud, attracting her several rich second-generation friends to come and watch the commotion. They pointed at Jiang Ye and looked at him with disdain.

Jiang Ye found it quite amusing to hear Shen Yinyin's self-righteous accusations.

Shen Qinghan works hard to earn money?

The Shen Group's success today is all thanks to the fact that Jiang Ye secretly arranged for Kunlun Capital to facilitate every major investment. Shen Qinghan's inability to secure investment in the US is because Jiang Ye cut off his funding.

As for the money to buy the car, the small amount in Jiang Ye's card was enough to buy the entire Shen Group. Why would he need to spend Shen Qinghan's money?

However, Jiang Ye was too lazy to explain.

Explaining to this kind of idiot whose mind is only filled with designer bags is a complete waste of breath.

"Are you done talking?"

Jiang Ye tossed the cigarette butt into the nearby trash can, his tone calm and undisturbed, "Once you're done talking, get lost and don't block my view."

"You...you dare tell me to get lost?!" Shen Yinyin was so angry that she was trembling all over, and she could hardly believe her ears.

This good-for-nothing, who is usually not even as good as a dog in the Shen family, actually dares to speak to her in such a tone today?

"Jiang Ye, have you lost your mind? Do you believe I'll call my sister right now and have her cancel your credit card and kick you out of the villa?" Shen Yinyin took out her phone and threatened viciously.

Jiang Ye sneered, "Whatever. But just a friendly reminder, I've already moved out of the villa on the hillside. As for credit cards, I really don't care about your sister's supplementary card with a limit of only 50,000."

Shen Yinyin was stunned; she hadn't expected Jiang Ye to dare run away from home.

But she quickly reverted to her arrogant demeanor, scoffing, "What are you pretending to be tough for! Aren't you just trying to use this 'playing hard to get' trick to force my sister back? Let me tell you, no way! My sister and Zimo are having a blast in the US right now, who cares about your life or death!"

Upon hearing the words "Brother Zimo," Jiang Ye's eyes turned completely cold.

Shen Yinyin, however, remained oblivious and continued to habitually order Jiang Ye around.

She glanced at her watch and said in a commanding tone, "Alright, I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Since you have nothing better to do, drive that Maybach to my apartment building at 6:30 tomorrow morning. I'm going to Beijing on a business trip. You're in charge of getting my luggage and taking me to the airport. Remember, don't be late. If you miss my flight, I won't let you off the hook!"

Before Jiang Ye, for the sake of the Shen family, to maintain his relationship with Shen Qinghan, and to give his daughter a complete family, he would silently endure and comply with Shen Yinyin's unreasonable demands.

Even if he stayed up until 3 a.m. taking care of his sick daughter the night before, he would still appear downstairs at Shen Yinyin's place on time the next morning.

But this time, it's different.

Jiang Ye looked at the arrogant woman in front of him and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Instead of agreeing meekly as before, he looked Shen Yinyin up and down and suddenly asked, "Is your hand normal?"

Shen Yinyin was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously glanced at her hands, which had undergone an exquisite manicure: "Of course it's normal!"

Jiang Ye glanced at her feet in high heels again and continued, "Are your feet normal?"

"Of course it's normal, Jiang Ye, what exactly do you mean? Are you cursing me?" Shen Yinyin said angrily.

Jiang Ye scoffed, his eyes turning utterly contemptuous: "Since your hands and feet are normal, you're neither crippled nor paralyzed, why don't you take a taxi or the subway to the airport yourself?"

"You..." Shen Yinyin's eyes widened, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

"Everything's normal, so stop pretending to be a cripple who can't take care of himself all the time." Jiang Ye retorted without holding back. "I'm not your father, nor am I your hired driver. Don't bother me with your nonsense anymore. If you want to go to the airport, go haystack on the street!"

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't even look at Shen Yinyin's face, which was twisted with anger, and turned to walk towards his motorcycle.

He got on the bike, put on his helmet, and turned the key.

"boom--"

The BMW GS let out a deafening roar.

"Jiang Ye! You bastard! Stop right there!" Shen Yinyin shouted angrily from behind, even trying to rush up and pull Jiang Ye's car away.

Jiang Ye ignored her completely. He stepped on the gear lever with his left foot and twisted the throttle with his right hand. The motorcycle shot off like an arrow, leaving Shen Yinyin with only a cloud of exhaust fumes and a gradually receding roar.

"Ugh! I'm so angry! How dare this good-for-nothing talk to me like that!"

Shen Yinyin stood there, stomping her feet in anger, her exquisite makeup contorted in disbelief. Her wealthy friends exchanged glances, wanting to laugh but daring not to.

Shen Yinyin grew angrier the more she thought about it, and directly dialed the phone number of Shen Qinghan, who was far away in the United States.