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Half an hour later.

Jiang Ye walked to the sofa and looked at Zhao Yulan sitting there. Although the old lady looked a little pale, her breathing was steady and her eyes were clear. She was obviously not as serious as Shen Zhennan had described on the phone, and she did not have a sudden heart attack.

Seeing that the old lady was alright, Jiang Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the past seven years, the only person in the Shen family who had ever shown him any kindness was this old woman.

"Grandma, are you alright?" Jiang Ye asked, his tone softening.

Looking at her grandson-in-law, whose demeanor had changed so drastically, Zhao Yulan's eyes instantly reddened. She extended a trembling hand and pointed to the single sofa beside her: "Xiaoye, sit down. Grandma isn't physically ill, but she has a troubled heart."

Jiang Ye didn't sit down, but just stood there quietly.

Zhao Yulan sighed, her voice filled with deep regret and heartache: "You three used to be so happy together. Xinyu was so adorable, and Qinghan's career was thriving. Xiaoye, tell Grandma the truth, you...you really got divorced?"

Hearing the old lady ask this question, Jiang Ye turned to look at Shen Qinghan standing not far away. Only then did he realize that Shen Qinghan had finally succumbed to the pressure and confessed the divorce to the Shen family.

Jiang Ye withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhao Yulan, and calmly nodded: "Yes, Grandma. We have completed the formalities."

Upon receiving Jiang Ye's confirmation, Zhao Yulan could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her wrinkled face. She pounded her cane on the ground, heartbroken, and said, "What a good child! For the past seven years, you've been our Shen family's slave, working tirelessly and without complaint. I've seen it all. Why? Why couldn't you just enjoy a peaceful life and had to come to this point of divorce?"

Before Jiang Ye could speak, Shen Qinghan, who was standing to the side, seemed to have been hit where it hurt and couldn't help but speak up to defend herself.

"Grandma, don't make it sound like it's all my fault!" Shen Qinghan bit her lip, her eyes reddening, her voice full of grievance and resentment. "I gave him chances, and I even thought about saving this marriage! But look at what he's done these past few years!"

Shen Qinghan pointed at Jiang Ye, becoming more and more agitated as she spoke: "I worked so hard abroad, running around for the Shen Group's overseas projects, working non-stop every day, and also taking Xinyu there for treatment and school! How much pressure did I bear alone? But what about him? He stayed in the Shen Group in China, doing nothing productive, just driving and running errands every day, earning a fixed salary of 20,000 yuan, content with the status quo, without any ambition whatsoever!"

"I asked him to pursue further education, to learn management, but he completely ignored me. The gap between us is widening, and we have nothing in common anymore! Now he feels his pride has been hurt, and he's determined to divorce me, and he's still not satisfied. What can I do?"

Shen Qinghan's words portrayed her as an independent woman who devoted herself to her family and career but could not gain her husband's understanding, and she blamed all the mistakes on Jiang Ye's "lack of ambition".

Hearing her sister's words, Shen Yinyin, who was nestled on the sofa, immediately jumped in to chime in, "That's right, Grandma! My sister is absolutely right! Jiang Ye is just a freeloader. He's been eating and drinking at our house for seven years, getting a measly 20,000 yuan a month and still not satisfied. My sister is now a female CEO worth over 100 million yuan. How could a lousy driver like him be worthy of her? It's good that they're divorced, so he won't hold her back in the future!"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Yulan suddenly turned her head and roared at Shen Yinyin, which startled Shen Yinyin so much that she quickly shrank back into the sofa.

Although the old lady was advanced in years, she was as clear-headed as a mirror. She knew her granddaughter all too well; Shen Qinghan's inherent arrogance was the real culprit that ruined the marriage.

Zhao Yulan turned her head, her gaze fixed on Jiang Ye, her tone softening slightly: "Xiao Ye, don't listen to their nonsense. Grandma called you here today because she wants to hear your own account. What exactly happened? If you've been wronged, Grandma will risk her life to stand up for you!"

Jiang Ye fell silent.

He looked at the place where he had lived for seven years, and at Shen Qinghan's face, which was still stunningly beautiful but felt completely unfamiliar to him. He felt only a sense of absurdity and exhaustion.

Explanation? What else is there to explain?

"Grandma, we're divorced now, what's the point of talking about this now?" Jiang Ye said calmly. "Old Master Shen was kind to me back then. I've always remembered that kindness. But for the past seven years, I've worked like a slave for the Shen family, and I've repaid everything I owed them. I don't owe the Shen family anything anymore."

Jiang Ye paused, then picked up the helmet in his hand: "However, if you called me here today just to interrogate me or dredge up these old, trivial matters, I don't think it's necessary. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now."

After saying that, Jiang Ye turned around and was about to walk out the door.

"Ono! Stop right there!"

Yulan panicked, struggling to stand up from the sofa, her eyes red as she blocked Jiang Ye's path. The old lady grabbed Jiang Ye's arm, her voice trembling, "Xiao Ye, Grandma knows you've suffered a great injustice. Now that you've stepped through this door, explain yourself clearly! Even if I die, I'll die knowing why!"

Shen Zhennan, standing to the side, also had tears in his eyes. He stepped forward and tightly grasped Jiang Ye's other hand, his voice choked with emotion: "Yes, Xiao Ye, explain yourself! You've worked like a slave for this family for the past seven years, and Dad has seen it all! If that brat Qinghan has done anything to wrong you, Dad will break her legs today! You can't just leave like this!"

Even Ou Yuqin, who was usually very concerned about her image, couldn't care less about her appearance at this moment. Wiping away her tears, she grabbed Jiang Ye's sleeve and pleaded, "Xiao Ye, I beg you, please don't act impulsively. You're the best son-in-law I could ever find! Tell me what happened, and I'll definitely stand up for you and make sure you don't suffer the slightest injustice!"

Looking at the three elders who genuinely wanted him to stay, and then at Shen Qinghan, who was slumped on the ground with a guilty look on his face, Jiang Ye felt a mix of emotions. He did have feelings for the two elders and the old lady of the Shen family, but those feelings could not make up for the fatal damage Shen Qinghan had caused him.

He stopped and turned around, his gaze piercing Shen Qinghan like a knife.

"Fine, since you insist on hearing it, then I'll make it clear."

"Shen Qinghan, you say you're running around for the project and that I'm not ambitious. Then let me ask you, do you remember what happened that month when I went to the US to see you and Xinyu?"