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

It was the middle of the night in Country M.

Shen Qinghan had just finished dealing with several overwhelming documents in her study and was about to rest when her phone suddenly rang.

Seeing that it was her younger sister calling, she rubbed her tired temples and answered the phone: "Yinyin, what's wrong? Why are you calling so late?"

"Sis! You have to do something about that good-for-nothing Jiang Ye! He's got a death wish!" As soon as the call connected, Shen Yinyin couldn't wait to start complaining, her voice trembling with tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Shen Qinghan frowned: "Jiang Ye? What happened to him this time?"

"He stole your money! Today he actually spent over 300,000 yuan on a BMW motorcycle! He even wore an extremely expensive riding outfit and went for a ride around Yanqi Lake to show off!" Shen Yinyin added fuel to the fire. "I kindly asked him where he got the money, but he not only denied it, he also cursed at me!"

"A motorcycle worth over 300,000?" Shen Qinghan was stunned for a moment, his first reaction was that it was impossible.

Jiang Ye's monthly allowance is given by her, only a few thousand yuan. Where did he get 300,000 yuan?

Did they secretly embezzle the family's living expenses? Or did they sell something valuable from the house?

Thinking of this, Shen Qinghan felt a strong sense of disgust.

"Not only that, sis, I'm going to Beijing on a business trip tomorrow, and I asked him to take me to the airport in the morning. Guess what he said?" Shen Yinyin became more and more aggrieved as she spoke. "He actually called me disabled and told me to take a taxi and the subway by myself! He also said that he had moved out of the villa in the hillside and would no longer care about our family's affairs! Sis, he clearly doesn't respect you at all!"

Hearing his sister's accusations, Shen Qinghan's face darkened completely.

She felt that Jiang Ye had gone too far.

In her opinion, Jiang Ye did this simply because she brought Gu Ziming and her daughter to the United States this time, but not him, and he felt unbalanced and was deliberately throwing a tantrum.

Buying an expensive motorcycle, running away from home, and arguing with his younger sister—all of these were low-class tactics Jiang Ye used to get her attention.

"Alright, Yinyin, stop crying." Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, suppressing his irritation, and comforted his sister. "Let him make a scene if he wants. A grown man like him, always resorting to these kinds of crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide, he's hopeless."

"But sis, he spent your money! And he even insulted me like that!" Shen Yinyin persisted.

"I'll investigate the money matter. As for his taunts, just bear with it for now and take a taxi to the airport yourself," Shen Qinghan said coldly. "Once I return to China, I'll settle accounts with him. I'll cancel all his credit cards and let him know that without the Shen family, he won't even be able to afford food. He'll obediently come back and apologize to you."

"Okay! Sis, you must teach him a lesson! Let him know what kind of person he is!" Shen Yinyin hung up the phone, satisfied with her sister's assurance.

On the other side of the ocean, Shen Qinghan put down her phone, looked at the deep night outside the window, and sneered.

"Jiang Ye, you've gotten bold, haven't you? I'd like to see how long you can keep up this act."

Shen Qinghan grew angrier the more she thought about it, so she dialed Jiang Ye's number, intending to give him a good talking-to over the phone and make him return the money for the motorcycle immediately.

However, all that came through the receiver was a cold, mechanical female voice: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently busy..."

She frowned, thinking Jiang Ye was on the phone with someone else. She called again a while later, but received the same message.

A nameless anger rose in Shen Qinghan's heart. He turned around, picked up his daughter Shen Xinyu's children's watch phone, and dialed again.

The result was the same: the call still wouldn't go through.

At this moment, Shen Qinghan finally realized—she had been blocked! Jiang Ye had also ruthlessly added her daughter's number to his blacklist along with his own.

Shen Qinghan then realized that Jiang Ye had been calling her several times a day before.

But since returning to China that day, Jiang Ye doesn't seem to have made a single phone call.

Enraged, Shen Qinghan laughed and slammed her phone onto the desk.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

She gritted her teeth and sneered, her face full of disdain. So what if she didn't take him with her on this trip abroad and missed his birthday? What a trivial matter! To resort to such childish tactics as blocking someone is just ridiculous! What else can a man in his thirties do besides use such despicable methods to gain attention?

Is it so hard for you to take care of your daughter all by yourself here?

Jiang Ye is actually ignoring everything?

Why are you still blocking my own phone number?

However, Shen Qinghan quickly understood.

She didn't take Jiang Ye's running away from home seriously at all, and she didn't even think to look through the envelope containing the divorce agreement at the bottom of the drawer. In her eyes, Jiang Ye was like a dog chained up in the Shen family's yard; even if he ran away for a few days and went hungry, he would eventually wag his tail and come running back on his own.

……

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past few days, Jiang Ye has not received any calls from Shen Qinghan, nor has anyone disturbed him.

He wakes up naturally every day, eats a bowl of hot soy milk and fried dough sticks at the breakfast shop downstairs in Donghu Apartment, and then rides his BMW Waterbird through the mountains and lakes around Hanju.

To test the vehicle's performance and to improve his physical fitness, Jiang Ye attempted a short-distance motorcycle trip of 200 kilometers.

He planned a route starting from downtown Hanzhou, passing through mountain roads, crossing two peaks over 1,000 meters above sea level, and finally reaching an ancient town in a neighboring city before turning back.

The 200-kilometer ride left him feeling slightly tired, but his mind was in a state of extreme excitement and joy.

It feels great; this is exactly the life I want.

There were no endless arguments, no cold stares or ridicule, no suffocating family squabbles. Only freedom, only the wind, only the thrill of controlling one's own destiny.

This short motorcycle trip further solidified Jiang Ye's plans.

He decided that whenever he had free time, he would go on a cycling trip. First, he would travel all over China to see the beautiful landscapes of his motherland, and then he would ride some famous highways abroad.

After taking a hot shower, Jiang Ye changed into loose-fitting loungewear, made himself a cup of hot tea, and went out onto the balcony.

As night falls, the lights illuminate the sports field of Donghu University, where students jog and couples stroll. In the distance, the city's neon lights shimmer, showcasing the prosperity of Hanju.

Jiang Ye held his teacup, gazing at the night view before him, silently comforting himself.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, you already have a lot.

His career was established. As one of the world's top financial groups, Kunlun Capital was creating wealth for him every day that an ordinary person couldn't spend in several lifetimes. He didn't need to worry about funding every day like those struggling entrepreneurs, nor did he need to deal with those hypocritical business social engagements.

Fortunately, I'm not short of money.

He has a house, although the Donghu Apartment is not big, it is comfortable and cozy to live in; he has a car, there is a top-of-the-line BMW GS parked downstairs, which can take him anywhere he wants to go at any time.

They have a career and money.

I have money in my card and gas in the car downstairs.

that's enough.

Although the marriage was unhappy, seven years of devotion resulted in nothing, and even his own daughter disowned him. But that's life; nothing is ever perfect.

God gave him trillions in wealth and a chance to be reborn, but He always takes something away from him elsewhere.

If Jiang Ye had to trade a failed marriage for his current freedom and wealth, he felt it wasn't a bad deal.

It's already pretty good as it is now.

Without the ties of the Shen family, without those so-called responsibilities and obligations, he could finally live for himself for once.

Jiang Ye took a sip of hot tea, feeling the warmth of the tea flowing down his throat into his stomach.

He took out his phone, opened the map app, and began to seriously study the route for his next long-distance motorcycle trip.

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