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

Jiang Ye certainly remembered the incident of soliciting prostitutes.

Two years ago, he was tricked into going to a bathhouse by one of Gu Ziming's cronies under the pretense of discussing business. He was drugged and put on a honey trap.

That night at the police station, he was speechless with grievances.

He was locked up all night and only released the next morning.

However, Jiang Ye is not a fool.

The day after he was released from the police station, he sensed something was wrong. He secretly asked Lei Heng to investigate the dinner party, the surveillance footage of the bathhouse, and even bribed one of the waiters there.

Although he didn't find out that Gu Ziming was the mastermind at the time, he obtained conclusive evidence that he had been drugged and helped into the room while completely unconscious, and that the woman came out less than ten minutes after entering, so nothing had happened.

The night he obtained the evidence, he was overjoyed and wanted to explain to Shen Qinghan.

But Shen Qinghan's phone was unreachable.

Left with no other choice, Jiang Ye compiled all the evidence, surveillance screenshots, and the ins and outs of the matter into a long email and sent it to Shen Qinghan's private email address.

At the end of the email, he wrote: "Qinghan, I would never do anything to betray you. Please look at this evidence and believe me this once."

He thought that once Shen Qinghan read the email, the misunderstanding would be cleared up.

But he waited for a day, two days, a month, a year.

Shen Qinghan never mentioned that email, and her attitude towards him became increasingly cold and disgusted.

Until today, until this moment.

When Shen Qinghan once again righteously threw the words "prostitute" in his face, Jiang Ye suddenly realized what was going on.

She didn't even read the email.

Or rather, she saw it, but she didn't care about the truth at all.

In her heart, she had already condemned him to death. She would rather believe he was a filthy prostitute than spend even five minutes looking at the evidence he had desperately gathered.

Jiang Ye opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to explain: "Shen Qinghan, I was set up for that. I sent you an email back then..."

However, he suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

A deep sense of powerlessness and exhaustion instantly washed over my entire body.

Explanation?

What else is there to explain?

They're divorced. The divorce certificate lies quietly in a drawer in the living room.

What's the point of digging up old grievances from two years ago to prove your innocence?

Does proving her innocence mean she'll change her mind? Does proving her innocence mean the seven years of humiliation and cold treatment she suffered can be wiped away?

it is ridiculous.

That's so boring.

Jiang Ye suddenly realized that his impulse to explain just now was utterly foolish.

"Think what you want."

Jiang Ye's voice turned completely cold, like a stagnant pool, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "If you think I'm a customer of prostitutes, then I am. Anyway, we're already divorced. Whether I'm dirty or not has nothing to do with you, Shen Qinghan."

"You..." Shen Qinghan didn't expect Jiang Ye to not even bother to refute, and just give up entirely.

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Ye interrupted her coldly. "If not, I'm going to sleep. Don't call me in the middle of the night anymore; it's annoying."

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't give Shen Qinghan any time to react and directly pressed the hang-up button.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Hearing the busy tone from the phone, Shen Qinghan froze.

She stared in disbelief at the blacked-out phone screen.

Jiang Ye actually hung up on her!

He not only felt no shame or guilt about "prostitution," but also hung up on her with a straight face!

"You bastard! Jiang Ye, you son of a bitch!"

Shen Qinghan was so angry that she trembled all over. The cramping pain in her stomach, combined with the anger in her chest, almost made her lose her mind.

Without hesitation, she dialed again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently busy..."

A mechanical female voice came through.

Jiang Ye hung up immediately!

"Snapped!"

Shen Qinghan slammed her phone onto the bed, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

"Jiang Ye! What makes you so arrogant! All you have is a little money!"

Shen Qinghan clutched her stomach, hysterically screaming in the empty bedroom, "If you have the guts, never come back to ask me to remarry you! Even if I die from the pain, even if I starve to death, I will never beg a piece of trash like you again!"

She made vicious vows, trying to use anger to mask her inner panic and loss.

However, when her hand accidentally touched her flat stomach, her crying suddenly stopped.

child.

She was pregnant with Gu Ziming's child.

Her grandmother's angry scolding, her parents' disappointment, and Jiang Ye's extremely cold attitude just now were like an airtight net, trapping her tightly in the middle.

Jiang Ye was no longer a reliable option. That man had completely changed; he had become cold, ruthless, and no longer the soft persimmon she could manipulate at will.

If she were to kick Gu Ziming aside now, she would truly become a helpless joke—a pregnant, abandoned single mother scorned by her ex-husband and her family.

Shen Qinghan bit her pale lips. Amidst the intense stomach pain, the image of Gu Ziming kneeling before her during the day, weeping and vowing to be a good father, involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Although Gu Ziming lied to her, and although Gu Ziming had no money.

But at least, Gu Ziming cares about her. If she called Gu Ziming now and said she had a stomachache, Gu Ziming would definitely run all over the city's pharmacies overnight to buy her medicine, and then kneel by her bedside to take care of her.

When people are at their most vulnerable, they are always more likely to compromise with the party that provides emotional support.

Under the pressure of Jiang Ye's indifference and reality, the scales in Shen Qinghan's heart finally tipped uncontrollably toward Gu Ziming.

"Jiang Ye, you forced me to do this..."

Shen Qinghan muttered to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes.

She picked up her phone again, enduring the pain, found Gu Ziming's name in her contacts, and pressed the dial button.

. . . .

After hanging up Shen Qinghan's call, the bedroom fell into a deathly silence once again.

Jiang Ye tossed his phone onto the bedside table, turned over, and lay flat on the large double bed.

He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to fall asleep.

However, the brain is like a runaway engine, running wildly.

I have insomnia.

Without warning, yet quite naturally, I started having insomnia.