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During the morning rush hour in Hanju, traffic is a complete disaster.

Shen Qinghan was driving his Porsche Panamera when he got stuck on the off-ramp of the overpass.

Ahead stretched an endless expanse of red taillights, and all around were the piercing sounds of horns.

She glanced at the time on the dial; it was already 8:40.

I'm late.

The kindergarten closes its gates at 8:30.

Shen Qinghan pounded on the steering wheel anxiously, growing increasingly agitated.

After finally managing to get to the small street in front of the kindergarten, I found that both sides of the road were already full of private cars dropping off children, and there was no parking space at all.

She drove her car, navigating the narrow streets with difficulty.

Finally, I saw a gap on the side of the road that I could barely squeeze in.

She turned the steering wheel, trying to back the car in.

However, the Panamera was too long, and she was in a hurry, so the reversing radar kept beeping.

"Bang—Sizzle—"

A metallic scraping sound rang out.

The car body jolted violently.

Shen Qinghan's face turned pale, and she quickly shifted into Park and got out of the car to check.

The right-side car door scraped hard against a fire hydrant on the roadside, leaving a long, deep dent that exposed the primer.

"Damn it!"

Shen Qinghan was so angry that she kicked the tire hard.

Sitting in the back seat, Shen Xinyu rolled down the car window, looked at the congested streets and scratched cars outside, and muttered softly:

"Mom, you're such a bad driver."

"When Dad used to take me to school on his electric scooter, there was never any traffic. Dad's electric scooter was so nimble; it would zip past those big cars in a flash, and we were never late..."

Shen Xinyu's words were like a needle, precisely piercing Shen Qinghan's most vulnerable nerve.

It's Dad again!

It's Jiang Ye again!

Shen Qinghan bit her lip hard, her eyes reddening.

She suddenly realized that her wealth, status, and luxury cars, which she was so proud of, seemed so pale and powerless in the face of these trivial matters of daily life.

She can't even do the simplest thing like taking her daughter to school properly!

After finally managing to resolve the traffic accident and get Shen Xinyu into kindergarten, Shen Qinghan spent a long time apologizing to the teacher before dragging his exhausted body back to the villa.

The house is still empty.

She changed her shoes and wandered aimlessly around the living room.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at Jiang Ye's room.

Since they got married, they have each had their own room. Shen Qinghan dislikes Jiang Ye's shabby appearance and never lets him into her master bedroom.

She hadn't set foot in Jiang Ye's second bedroom for a very, very long time.

Shen Qinghan reached out and gently pushed open the door.

The room was very clean, the bed was made meticulously, and the wardrobe door was tightly closed.

However, something was missing from the room.

Popularity.

Shen Qinghan stood in the center of the room, looking around, and a strong sense of nostalgia suddenly welled up in her heart.

In the past, even though they slept in separate rooms, they barely spoke a few words to each other all day.

But as long as Jiang Ye is in this house, as long as you can hear him chopping vegetables in the kitchen or washing clothes on the balcony, the house is filled with a sense of warmth and comfort.

Without Jiang Ye, everything seems to have fallen into chaos.

Shen Qinghan walked to the bedside and slowly sat down.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on the trash can next to the bedside table.

The nanny hadn't had time to clean up the trash in the room yet.

At the very top of the trash can, something lay quietly.

Shen Qinghan paused for a moment, then bent down and picked up the thing.

It was a handmade, custom-made genuine leather keychain with a small metal plaque engraved with the letters "J & S".

The initials of Jiang Ye and Shen Qinghan.

The moment Shen Qinghan saw the keychain, her pupils contracted sharply, and her heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

She bought this keychain casually from a roadside craft stall during their first year of marriage; it cost less than fifty yuan.

She just thought it was funny and casually tossed it to Jiang Ye.

But Jiang Ye regarded it as a priceless treasure.

He hung all the house keys on it, carried it with him every day, and took it out to wipe it from time to time, until the leather was shiny and smooth from all the handling.

Shen Qinghan clearly remembered that once when Jiang Ye went on a business trip, he accidentally left this keychain on the bedside table in the hotel.

He had already arrived at the airport and was about to board the plane.

When he discovered that his keychain was missing, he actually changed his flight, spent several hundred yuan on a taxi, and drove all the way back to the hotel to find the fifty-yuan keychain.

That night, when he got home, he held up the keychain like a child showing off a treasure and said to her, "Qinghan, look, I found it. This is the first gift you ever gave me, and I absolutely couldn't lose it."

At the time, Shen Qinghan simply replied coldly, "You're crazy. You think a piece of junk is worth changing your ticket?"

But now.

This keychain was once treasured by Jiang Ye, who was even willing to change his flight for it.

He threw it into the trash can without any hesitation, just like throwing away garbage!

Shen Qinghan's hands trembled violently.

She stared intently at the keychain in her hand, and finally, tears welled up in her eyes.

He didn't just throw away a keychain.

What he threw away was their seven-year relationship, and the love he once had for her that was so humble and deep inside!

"Jiang Ye... how could you..."

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, and the grievances, anger, and resentment in her heart completely erupted at this moment.

She suddenly stood up, took out her phone, and dialed Jiang Ye's number.

She wanted to confront him!

She wanted to ask him why he had the right to throw the things she gave him in the trash! Why he had made such a mess of the house and then just walked away!

The phone rang for a long time.

Just when Shen Qinghan thought Jiang Ye wouldn't answer again, the call connected.

"Feed".

Jiang Ye's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Along with his voice came a loud gust of wind noise and the deep rumble of some kind of engine.

"Whoosh—boom—"

The wind was so strong that Jiang Ye's voice sounded somewhat distorted.

……

At this moment.

Jiang Ye was riding his BMW GS on the highway far from Hanju.

He had been riding for a full five hours.

It was already broad daylight.

The scenery along the roadside has long since changed from the high-rise buildings of Hanzhou city to the rolling green hills and vast fields of the suburbs.

He didn't know where he was going.

He only glanced at the navigation when leaving the city, and then chose to head south.

We'll ride wherever we end up.

As long as he gets away from Hanju and away from the people and things that upset him, it doesn't matter where he goes.

The Bluetooth headset inside the helmet received a call from Shen Qinghan.

Jiang Ye slowed down slightly and pulled the car over to the edge of the emergency lane, but did not stop, maintaining a cruising speed of 80 kilometers per hour.

Where are you?!

As soon as the call connected, Shen Qinghan's voice, trembling with tears and anger, came through.

Hearing that familiar, condescending tone, Jiang Ye curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth beneath his mask.

"Motorcycle touring".

He uttered two words calmly.