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Although Old Mrs. Zhao Yulan didn't know Jiang Ye's true identity, she had lived most of her life and had an excellent eye for people. She always felt that although Jiang Ye was poor, his eyes were honest and upright, making him a reliable man. On the other hand, Gu Ziming, with his slicked-back hair and frivolous eyes, was not someone she could entrust her life to at all.

"Grandma, what right do you have to hit me!"

Shen Qinghan covered her face, tears of grievance streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls. "Do you think I wanted a divorce? It was Jiang Ye! He was determined to divorce me! He didn't even ask for a single penny of the property, he just slapped the divorce papers in my face and forced me to sign them! What could I do? Was I supposed to kneel down and beg him not to leave? I, Shen Qinghan, have dignity too!"

The more Shen Qinghan talked, the more wronged she felt, and she pushed all the blame onto Jiang Ye.

"You...you still have the nerve to talk back!" Zhao Yulan clutched her chest in anger, gasping for breath, her face turning pale.

"Mom! Mom, are you alright!" Shen Zhennan was terrified and quickly stepped forward to support the old lady and help her catch her breath.

It took Zhao Yulan a while to calm down and barely suppress her anger. She pushed her son's hand away, sat back down on the sofa, and stared intently at Shen Qinghan.

"I don't care why you got divorced, I don't accept this outcome!"

Zhao Yulan gritted her teeth and ordered in a harsh tone, "Qinghan, call Jiang Ye right now! Tell him to get over here to see me immediately! Tell him I'm inviting him to dinner! Even if you have to tie him up, you have to bring him back here and explain this to me!"

Shen Qinghan bit her lip, feeling extremely unwilling.

What she fears most now is facing Jiang Ye, especially his cold and indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"Grandma, he... he won't answer my calls. He's blocked me," Shen Qinghan said softly, her head down.

"If you've blocked me, call me from another number! Call me from a landline!" Zhao Yulan roared.

Shen Qinghan trembled at her grandmother's anger and could only steel herself as she walked to the landline in the living room, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number that she was once very familiar with but rarely dialed on her own initiative.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Finally, a cold, mechanical female voice came through the receiver: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

Shen Qinghan put down the phone, turned to look at her grandmother, and shook her head helplessly: "Grandma, he's not answering."

Zhao Yulan's face turned completely gloomy.

She knew that Jiang Ye was truly heartbroken this time. Before, whenever the Shen family called, Jiang Ye would run out of the shower wrapped in a towel to answer, even if he was in the shower. But now, he wouldn't even answer the Shen family's landline.

"Zhennan!" Zhao Yulan turned to her son, "You call! Use your phone!"

Shen Zhennan paused for a moment, looking troubled: "Mom, this...this isn't a good idea."

"Just hit him! Stop with the nonsense!" Zhao Yulan glared at him fiercely. "Just tell him that my old lady isn't feeling well, she's had a heart attack, and ask him, her grandson-in-law, if he'd still be willing to come see me one last time!"

Forced by the old lady, Shen Zhennan had no choice but to take out his phone, find Jiang Ye's number, and dial it.

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Donghu Apartment, underground parking garage.

Jiang Ye was about to take the elevator upstairs when his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and saw the words "Shen Zhennan" flashing on the screen.

Jiang Ye stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing slightly.

He hung up the phone on the landline at the Shen family villa without even looking at it. Now, Shen Zhennan's private cell phone is calling again.

If it were anyone else from the Shen family, Jiang Ye would have blacklisted the number without hesitation. He and Shen Qinghan had already obtained their divorce certificate, and Kunlun Capital had already sent a letter of withdrawal of investment from the Shen Group. From a legal and economic perspective, he had completely severed ties with the Shen family and had no further connection with them.

But seeing the three words "Shen Zhennan" constantly flashing on the screen, Jiang Ye hesitated for a moment before finally pressing the answer button.

"Feed." Jiang Ye answered the phone, his voice calm but without the coldness that usually keeps people at arm's length.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Zhennan visibly breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Ye answer the call, but then his tone was filled with anxiety and reproach.

"Jiang Ye! What on earth happened?! I went on a long business trip out of town, and as soon as I got home, I heard that you and Qinghan had already gotten your divorce certificates! How dare you hide such a big thing from me? What do you take marriage for? A game?!"

But Jiang Ye could tell that Shen Zhennan was genuinely anxious and angry.

"Dad..." Jiang Ye called out the title subconsciously, but then realized what he meant and changed his words, "Uncle Shen, my fate with Shen Qinghan is over. The formalities have been completed, so there's no point in saying these things anymore."

"What?! Uncle Shen! You're calling me Dad?!" Shen Zhennan was furious on the other end of the phone, jumping up and down. "Jiang Ye, tell me the truth, did Qinghan upset you again? Or did her mother scold you again? Don't be afraid, come back to the villa right now. I'm going to teach them a lesson today! A reliable and steady boy like you is hard to find even with a lantern. Qinghan must be blinded by greed to want a divorce from you!"

Hearing Shen Zhennan's protective words, Jiang Ye's heart stirred slightly.

In the Shen family, Shen Zhennan, Zhao Yulan, and Ou Yuqin all acknowledge and like him.

They didn't care how much money Jiang Ye earned in a month; they only valued Jiang Ye's character, thinking that he was family-oriented, reliable, and good to his wife and children.

"Uncle Shen, really, it's not necessary." Jiang Ye sighed, his tone softening slightly, but his attitude remained firm. "A problem doesn't arise overnight, and the issues between her and me are not something you can solve. I've already moved out. From now on... please take good care of yourself."

"Jiang Ye! Don't hang up just yet!" Shen Zhennan's voice trembled with anxiety as he saw Jiang Ye's resolute attitude. "Even if you're determined to leave, you have to come back today! Your grandma... she suddenly felt unwell today and only felt a little better after taking some nitroglycerin. The old lady is lying on the sofa now, constantly calling your name."

Upon hearing that Zhao Yulan was unwell, Jiang Ye frowned even more deeply.

On the one hand, the old lady was quite good to herself.

On the other hand, no matter what, Jiang Ye had to give face since Shen Zhennan made the call personally.

Some things are better dealt with bluntly and decisively, to put an end to them completely. This will prevent the Shen family from harboring any unrealistic fantasies in the future.

"Okay, Uncle Shen. I'll be there in half an hour."

After saying that, Jiang Ye hung up the phone.

He turned around, walked back to his parking spot, picked up the black full-face helmet he had just placed on the seat, and got back onto the BMW GS motorcycle.

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