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

Midnight in Hanju reveals a completely different side from the daytime.

There were no more traffic jams, no more noisy crowds, and no more blaring horns.

The air above the wide asphalt road is clear, with only the dim yellow streetlights on both sides, like an endless luminous ribbon stretching to the horizon.

Jiang Ye lowered his mask and gently twisted the accelerator.

"Buzz—"

The Waterbird's powerful torque burst forth instantly, and the strong push-back sensation made him lean back violently.

The numbers on the speedometer were climbing rapidly.

60...80...100...

The night wind rushed in through the helmet's vents, whistling past my ears.

So cool!

Jiang Ye couldn't help but shout out from inside his helmet.

This feeling is so novel and exciting!

He had lived for nearly thirty years and was always seen as an "honest man" and a "good husband." He had never raced recklessly on the streets at 2:30 in the morning, and had never done anything outrageous.

He has always been bound by all sorts of rules, responsibilities, and morals.

Now, as he straddles this steel behemoth, as he tears through the wind resistance on the midnight streets, he feels the invisible shackles on his body breaking off layer by layer.

The motorcycle trip I'd been looking forward to for so long suddenly came true on this sleepless night, in such an impulsive way!

No destination, no travel guide, no companions.

It was just him and the car beneath him.

Jiang Ye drove south along the city's main road.

The buildings along the roadside were rushing past.

He saw the bustling shopping malls that were now closed; he saw the office buildings that were still lit up all night and filled with people working overtime; and he saw the occasional yellow light flashing at the intersection.

All of this seems so unreal under the midnight filter.

As Jiang Ye pressed the accelerator further, he became more and more relaxed.

The restlessness and frustration weighing on my heart seemed to be blown away by the howling night wind.

Shen Qinghan's tears and curses?

Fuck it.

Gu Ziming's scheming plot?

What's it to me?

Xia Yu's Blue Ocean Group and that absurd agreement?

Who cares?

He doesn't want to care about anything or ask anything right now.

Everything belongs to this motorcycle!

After half an hour.

Jiang Ye saw a huge green sign ahead – “Hanju South Toll Station”.

He did not slow down and drove directly into the ETC lane.

The railing was raised.

The motorcycle roared and sped onto the dark highway.

There were almost no cars on the highway, only the occasional large truck passing by, like moving hills.

Jiang Ye maintained his speed at 120 km/h, leaning slightly forward to feel the wind resistance.

He glanced at the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, the dazzling neon lights of Hanju City were gradually shrinking and becoming blurry.

Those skyscrapers, those grudges and feuds, everything that made him feel pain, depression, and boredom.

At that moment, they were all left far behind by him.

Completely, it was left in the night of Hanju.

. . . .

The next day.

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, blindingly illuminating the guest rooms of the Shen family villa.

Shen Qinghan opened her bloodshot eyes, feeling a splitting headache.

Last night, her stomach pain tormented her for most of the night. Although Gu Ziming rushed over to bring her medicine and stayed by her bedside for several hours, she still felt empty inside.

Especially after dawn, when she stepped out of her room and saw her grandmother Zhao Yulan's icy face and her parents' sighing expressions, a feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed her.

She could no longer stay in this house.

I was too ashamed to stay there, and the place felt incredibly oppressive.

"Xinyu, wake up, let's go home with Mom."

Shen Qinghan strode into his daughter's room and pulled the still-sleeping Shen Xinyu out of bed.

She didn't want to stay a moment longer. Without even having breakfast, she hurriedly left the Shen family mansion with her daughter and drove back to the villa where she and Jiang Ye used to live.

Pushing open the villa's door, a chilly atmosphere immediately hits you.

Although Jiang Ye hired two housekeepers before leaving, the housekeepers come to clean on a schedule, and it's not time yet.

The house was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the wall clock.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Shen Xinyu rubbed her sleepy eyes and tugged at Shen Qinghan's sleeve.

"Okay, Mom will make you breakfast now."

Shen Qinghan forced herself to stay alert, threw her bag on the sofa, and went into the kitchen.

She rarely lifts a finger, and the kitchen is like a strange battlefield to her.

She opened the refrigerator, which was filled with all sorts of high-end ingredients, but she didn't know where to start.

After searching for a while, she took out two eggs and a bag of toast, intending to fry an egg and heat up a cup of milk.

However, when she turned on the gas stove and poured in the cooking oil, the hot oil instantly splattered and popped because the water in the pot hadn't been wiped dry.

"what!"

Shen Qinghan screamed in fright and retreated repeatedly, frantically grabbing the pot lid to shield herself.

Once the oil in the pan had calmed down a bit, she carefully cracked the eggs into it.

As a result, the heat was too high, and the edges of the egg quickly turned black as soon as it hit the pan. She hurriedly grabbed a spatula to flip it, but because she used too much force, she broke the yolk, which stuck to the bottom of the pan and emitted a pungent burnt smell.

On the other side, the milk in the microwave also overflowed with a "bang" because it had been heated for too long, spilling all over the bottom of the plate.

In just ten minutes, she turned the once clean and tidy kitchen into a complete mess.

Milk was spilled all over the countertop, and there were two lumps of blackened charcoal in the pot. The air was filled with the smell of cooking oil.

Looking at the mess, Shen Qinghan scratched her hair in frustration.

She hadn't even had a sip of water before her stomach started to ache again.

"Xinyu, dinner's ready."

Shen Qinghan brought the disastrously fried eggs and half a cup of remaining milk to the dining table.

Shen Xinyu climbed onto the chair, glanced at the food on the plate, and immediately pouted.

"Mom, what is this? It's so dark and ugly."

Shen Xinyu picked up a fork and poked at the hard fried egg, looking disgusted. "I don't want to eat this, it's so bitter."

"You should be grateful to have something to eat! Hurry up and eat, you still have to go to kindergarten after you finish!" Shen Qinghan was already upset, and her tone became a bit harsher.

Shen Xinyu was stunned by the shout, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"I want to eat the breakfast my dad makes..."

The little girl burst into tears, feeling wronged. "Daddy used to make me steamed eggs with shrimp and pig-shaped buns every morning... Daddy's milk was always sweet and at the perfect temperature... Mommy's milk wasn't good..."

Hearing the word "father," Shen Qinghan felt a sharp pain in her heart.

A strange sense of irritability and resentment welled up inside me.

She looked at her crying daughter, at the unpalatable food on the table, and then at the appalling scene in the kitchen.

This house has never been this messy before, when Jiang Ye was around.

Every morning, as soon as she finished putting on her makeup and went downstairs, a sumptuous and exquisite breakfast was always laid out on the dining table. The kitchen was always spotless, without a single drop of oil.

Jiang Ye would gently wipe Xin Yu's mouth, hand her a glass of milk at the perfect temperature, and then smile as he saw them off.

But now, after divorcing Jiang Ye, the family is like it has lost its backbone and is in complete chaos.

"Stop crying! Your father doesn't want you anymore!"

Shen Qinghan shoved the plate aside in frustration. "Fine, don't eat then! Grab your bag and go to kindergarten!"

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