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Occasionally, the sound of tires from a speeding car could be heard outside the window, sounding particularly clear in the quiet of the night.

Jiang Ye opened his eyes and stared blankly at the simple ceiling light.

Shen Qinghan's hysterical outburst about "prostitution" on the phone just now was like a thorn. Although he said he didn't care, it still reopened the wound that had just scabbed over in his heart.

Seven years.

How many seven-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

He poured his best years, the best years of his early twenties, into the cold mire that was Shen Qinghan.

He once thought that as long as he was humble enough and worked hard enough, he would one day be able to warm up Shen Qinghan's cold heart.

He cooked different dishes for her every day, remembered her menstrual cycle, and all her preferences and dietary restrictions. When she had a stomachache, he would massage her stomach all night long; when she was tired from work, he would prepare a bath for her and massage her shoulders.

She is clearly a financially independent person who can enjoy life.

But what?

He turned himself into a nanny without dignity, a servant who was at his beck and call.

The results of it?

What she received in return was endless disdain, Gu Ziming's easy entry into her home, being labeled a "client of prostitutes," and a green divorce certificate.

What pained him most was not Shen Qinghan's betrayal.

It was Shen Xinyu.

The daughter he had raised from infancy, cherishing her like a precious gem.

He still can't forget the scene in the restaurant in Country M, where Shen Xinyu, Gu Ziming, and Shen Qinghan were having dinner together, and Shen Xinyu was giggling and calling out "Ziming Daddy".

At that moment, Jiang Ye felt as if his heart had been ripped out.

Blood is thicker than water?

In the eyes of the Shen family, those four words were simply a joke. Seven years of his companionship and affection couldn't compare to a few expensive toys that Gu Ziming bought.

"That's so boring."

Jiang Ye muttered to himself in the darkness, a bitter, self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.

He turned over, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards the living room.

In the trash can lay the two steaks he had carefully cooked, but which had already gone cold.

Summer rain.

The thought of that name sent a wave of irritation through Jiang Ye.

He admitted that he had some feelings for Xia Yu.

That woman was ruthless and cold-blooded in the business world, but in front of him, she would occasionally reveal a clumsy cuteness. She would stare blankly at him flipping the wok in the kitchen, and she would be as docile as a cat in his arms.

The two of them would make love several times every night in bed.

Everything changed dramatically, and they became completely integrated.

For a fleeting moment, he even had the illusion that being with Xia Yu might allow him to start a normal life again.

But tonight's broken promise was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the spark that had just ignited within him.

"An agreement is an agreement, four times a month."

Xia Yu's words on the phone reminded him perfectly of their relationship.

friends with benefits?

Employment relationship?

Or is it an exchange of benefits where each party gets what they want?

Jiang Ye suddenly felt very tired.

He has just crawled out of his suffocating marriage with Shen Qinghan. Is he really going to plunge headlong into another woman's life and suffer from anxiety and uncertainty?

Xia Yu is a workaholic; Blue Ocean Group is her life.

In Xia Yu's world, Jiang Ye could only ever come after work, after those endless meetings and social engagements.

If I really start dating Xia Yu, what's the difference between that and being a slave to the Shen family before?

It's nothing more than getting a richer and prettier mistress, and continuing to be a dog wagging its tail and begging for its owner's charity.

"It's boring."

"Everything is utterly boring."

Jiang Ye suddenly sat up in bed.

He scratched his head in frustration, feeling as if Donghu Apartment was a huge cage, making it hard for him to breathe.

He has the money now. Hundreds of billions of dollars lie in Kunlun Capital's accounts.

But what happens after you have money?

He still felt empty inside, unable to find any direction or sense of belonging.

He didn't want to sleep, didn't want to stay in this oppressive room, and didn't want to think about who he would have to face or what he would have to deal with tomorrow.

He only had one thought in his mind right now.

get away.

Escape this room, escape these messy women, escape Hanju, this city that suffocates him!

.......

Jiang Ye threw off the covers and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

He walked to the bar in the living room, poured himself a glass of ice water, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold water flowed down his throat and into his stomach, clearing his muddled mind slightly.

Just as he put down his water glass, his gaze suddenly fixed on the cabinet in the entryway.

There, lying quietly, was a car key.

The black keychain is printed with a blue and white BMW logo.

That was a motorcycle he had just picked up a few days ago—a BMW R1250GS, also known in the motorcycle community as the "Water Bird".

Every man has a motorcycle dream, and Jiang Ye is no exception.

After the divorce, the first thing he did with the money was to go to the car dealership and buy the car outright.

However, after picking up the car, I was busy with Kunlun Capital and Blue Ocean Group, so the car just sat in the underground garage collecting dust and I rarely rode it.

Looking at the key, a strange light suddenly flashed in Jiang Ye's eyes.

My heart started racing uncontrollably.

A crazy idea quickly took root in his mind.

go!

Let's go now!

Where we go doesn't matter, what matters is getting out of here!

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ye turned around and strode into the dressing room.

He opened the innermost cabinet door and took out the top-of-the-line cycling outfit that he had prepared long ago but never had the chance to wear.

The black rally suit is heavy and gives a sense of security.

He took off his pajamas, changed into quick-drying underwear, and then put on his cycling clothes one by one.

The armor fit snugly against the joints, and the zipper was pulled all the way up.

Put on high-top waterproof cycling boots and carbon fiber half-finger gloves.

Finally, he took the black full-face helmet off the shelf.

When he stood in front of the full-length mirror, fully armed and holding a helmet, the reflection in the mirror was of a completely unfamiliar Jiang Ye.

There were no more aprons, no more timidity, and no more pretense of suits and ties.

There was only one kind of wild and free spirit that belonged to men.

Jiang Ye looked at himself in the mirror, and a genuine smile finally appeared on his lips.

He didn't bring much with him.

A waterproof tail bag contained two sets of clothes, a power bank, and a few basic toiletries.

A tent, some simple food, and bottled water.

In addition, I brought the guitar that I hadn't had much time to play before.

Grab your ID card and bank card, and then pick up your car keys from the entryway.

"Bang."

The apartment door slammed shut behind him.

2:30 a.m.

The underground parking garage was so quiet that the only sound could be the clatter of his cycling boots on the epoxy floor.

Jiang Ye walked up to the huge BMW GS.

The black body gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the dim lights, and the huge fuel tank and towering front end made it look like a steel behemoth lurking in the darkness.

Jiang Ye got into the car and inserted the key.

power ups.

The LCD display lit up instantly, and the self-test pointer completed a full rotation.

He gripped the clutch and pressed the ignition switch.

"boom--!"

The horizontally opposed twin-cylinder engine instantly burst into a deep and powerful roar.

The sound echoed in the empty underground parking garage, making Jiang Ye's eardrums tingle slightly, but it also made his blood boil instantly.

Engage first gear and release the clutch.

The massive vehicle smoothly drove out of the underground parking garage.

The moment Jiang Ye rode his motorcycle onto the ground, the night wind rushed towards him.