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

"Motorcycle touring?!"

Shen Qinghan's voice instantly rose eight octaves, as if she had heard some unbelievable joke, "Jiang Ye, are you crazy?! You left your daughter alone in Hanzhou and went out to have fun?! Do you know that Xinyu cried this morning wanting to eat the breakfast you made?!"

"And another thing! What are you doing riding a motorcycle! It's like being wrapped in metal! Don't you know how dangerous that is?! Don't you even care about your life?!"

Shen Qinghan loudly berated him on the phone, her tone filled with reproach and a habitual desire to control.

Hearing these words, Jiang Ye felt utterly ironic.

"Shen Qinghan, aren't you mistaken about something?"

"You insisted on having custody of Shen Xinyu. It's clearly stated in the divorce agreement that she is your daughter."

"Furthermore, before I left, I paid off her university tuition in one lump sum. I hired two high-end nannies to take care of your daily needs, and I also arranged for you to attend the best bilingual kindergarten."

Jiang Ye paused for a moment: "What else do you want? Do you expect me, your ex-husband, to come home every morning and cook and do laundry for you and your daughter?"

"you……"

Shen Qinghan was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that she couldn't find any reason at all.

Yes, she wanted custody, and Qian Jiangye granted it to her. They also hired a nanny.

What right does she have to demand that Jiang Ye serve them as before?

The bittersweet feeling in her heart entwined around her like vines.

"Okay... I won't tell you about Xinyu..."

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice, "Then tell me, what's the deal with that keychain in your room's trash can?!"

"That keychain was a gift from me! You used to treasure it like a precious gem, even going back to get it if you left it at the hotel! How dare you throw it away now?!"

Jiang Ye was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone.

Keychain?

He remembered.

On the day he left, he cleaned the room and swept everything related to Shen Qinghan—photos, clothes, and even the keychain he had once treasured—into the trash can without hesitation.

"Because it's no longer useful."

Jiang Ye's voice was calm and undisturbed.

"Shen Qinghan, it's all over."

"That keychain, and those seven years between us, are all over."

Jiang Ye didn't want to waste any more words with her. He looked at the straight road ahead and said calmly, "Alright, I'm going to focus on riding. Don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary."

"beep--"

Jiang Ye immediately cut off the call via Bluetooth headset.

The world is quiet again.

The only sounds were the wind and the exhilarating roar of the engine.

Jiang Ye looked through the helmet visor at the green fields rushing past on both sides of the road and at the rising sun gradually appearing on the distant horizon.

He knew that Shen Qinghan would never understand.

She will never understand his feelings at this moment, never understand why he threw away that keychain, and never understand why he rode away on his motorcycle.

In Shen Qinghan's eyes, he will always be that good-for-nothing who only knows how to work around the stove.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath of the cool morning air.

A sudden surge of intense emotion welled up within me.

For so many years, he had locked himself in the gilded cage of the Shen family like a prisoner, never once thinking of riding a motorcycle out to see the world.

He missed far too much scenery.

And now, as he twists the accelerator and feels the wind whistling past his ears.

He felt as if he had entered a completely free world.

There were no accusations, no betrayals, no messy agreements or calculations.

He was alone, with only this endless road.

Jiang Ye suddenly downshifted and twisted the accelerator pedal hard with his right hand.

"boom--!!!"

The BMW GS let out a wild roar and sped off towards the southern horizon like a black lightning bolt.

Jiang Ye burst into unrestrained laughter inside his helmet, and against the howling wind, roared with all his might:

"Fuck women, fuck Hanju, get the hell out of here!!!"

.......

After exiting the highway, Jiang Ye turned onto a wide national highway.

Compared to the monotonous and closed-off feeling of highways, the cycling experience on national highways is completely different.

The speed decreased, but the wind became more vibrant.

The scenery along the roadside began to change.

Instead of the monotonous soundproofing panels and green belts, the landscape has transformed into rolling hills, vast fields of golden wheat, and occasionally, quiet villages and towns brimming with the warmth of everyday life.

The early autumn sun shines on the asphalt road, giving it a faint golden glow.

The air was filled with the fragrance of soil and the slightly bitter smell of firewood from farmhouses.

Jiang Ye slowed down, pushed up the visor of his helmet, and greedily breathed in the free air.

Looking at the picturesque scenery before him, a sudden impulse welled up in his heart.

He wanted to take a photo and share the feeling of relaxation and comfort he had at that moment.

However, when he parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and took out his phone to open WeChat, his finger hovered above the screen.

Who should I share it with?

Shen Qinghan? That woman probably wants to kill him right now.

Those so-called relatives and friends from before? They were all snobs; we've long since lost contact with them.

Suddenly, Xia Yu's cold and exquisite face flashed through Jiang Ye's mind.

If it were Xia Yu, what would her reaction be if she saw such a view?

But he dismissed the thought after only a second.

"Never mind."

Jiang Ye chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Xia Yu is probably sitting in the spacious CEO's office at Blue Ocean Group right now, facing mountains of documents, or maybe he's throwing a tantrum in some conference room.

How could a woman who treats work like her life possibly have the leisure to appreciate the landscape photos he took? If she sent them, she might only get a cold "busy" in return.

Jiang Ye shook his head and exited the chat interface.

He raised his phone and took a picture of the straight national highway in front of him and the green mountains in the distance.

In the photo, the BMW GS's highly recognizable front end occupies the lower right corner of the image, exuding a mechanical feel and wildness.

He opened his WeChat Moments, selected a photo, and added a caption:

"The Blue Lotus, which I've been waiting for for ten years, is finally on its way. My motorcycle trip begins."

Click to send.

I didn't block anyone, nor did I specifically tag anyone.

After posting on WeChat Moments, I rested for a while.

After finishing a cigarette, Jiang Ye put his phone back on the stand, put his gloves back on, and prepared to continue his journey.

Before he could even twist the throttle, the Bluetooth headset in his helmet suddenly started ringing.

Caller ID: Lei Heng.

Jiang Ye pressed the answer button.

"Holy crap! Boss!"

The moment the call connected, Lei Heng's excited, almost hoarse voice boomed, "Is what you posted on WeChat Moments real?! You really went on a motorcycle trip?! Alone?!"

Jiang Ye turned the phone volume down a bit and gave a faint "hmm".

"No way, boss, that's so unfair!"

Lei Heng was frantic on the other end of the phone, jumping up and down in panic. "Why didn't you call me?! My BMW has been gathering dust in the garage for half a year! You went out to have fun, leaving me alone at the company, is that fair?!"

As Jiang Ye listened to Lei Heng's complaints, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Why did I call you? If you leave, who will manage Kunlun Capital?"

"You stay put in Hanzhou and keep a close eye on Kunlun Capital. If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you responsible."

"Don't even mention it, boss, I've been absolutely swamped these past few days!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Heng immediately began to pour out his grievances, and then took the opportunity to report on his work: "The Cloud Top Town project has now entered the substantive implementation stage. Various approvals, fund transfers, and coordination with construction teams—there are mountains of things to deal with!"

"Moreover, Blue Ocean Real Estate has been pushing us really hard lately. President Xia is a complete workaholic, and her team is working like crazy. We've been working overtime with the Blue Ocean Real Estate team these past two days working on the project proposal. I didn't get to sleep until 3 a.m. last night..."

Lei Heng was still on the other end, endlessly reporting various data and progress.

"stop."

Jiang Ye interrupted his report without any politeness.

"Lei Heng, I'll say it again, I came here for a motorcycle trip, not to listen to your work report."

"Now that the Genting Town project is in your hands, you can handle it as you see fit. I've already set the general direction; you're in charge of the details."

"Just consider me retired. From now on, unless it's something extremely important like the sky falling down, don't call me about work-related matters."

On the other end of the phone, Lei Heng was stunned.

Several seconds passed before Lei Heng let out a long, mournful sigh.

"Boss... what kind of boss are you...?"

Lei Heng's voice was filled with resentment, but even more so with a deep envy. "A project worth hundreds of billions, and you just abandon it like that. You ride off on a motorcycle and have some fun... Sigh, when will I ever be able to live such a carefree life like you!"

Jiang Ye smiled. "Alright, I'm hanging up now. I'm going to ride my bike."

Jiang Ye cut off the call, twisted the accelerator, and the BMW GS roared again, speeding forward along the national highway.

……