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

We traveled along the way, stopping and starting frequently.

Jiang Ye didn't rush. He would stop to smoke a cigarette whenever he saw a scenic spot, and take a detour into any interesting towns he came across.

This completely unplanned and unrestrained cycling made him feel more relaxed than ever before.

I continued cycling until after 5 p.m.

As the sun began to set in the west, the evening glow on the horizon painted the clouds a magnificent orange-red.

Jiang Ye glanced at the instrument panel; he had already driven nearly 500 kilometers today.

The long ride against the wind finally made his body feel a little tired.

My shoulders are a little sore, and my inner thighs are slightly numb from holding the fuel tank between my legs for so long.

"That's about enough for today."

Jiang Ye stopped the car by the roadside and took out his phone to search for nearby cities.

He is currently located in a prefecture-level city 500 kilometers away from Hanzhou.

Jiang Ye didn't look for cheap hostels or small hotels like those ascetic motorcyclists.

He's now the behind-the-scenes boss of Kunlun Capital, worth hundreds of billions, so he's not short of money at all. He's on a motorcycle trip to enjoy freedom, so there's no need to compromise on food and lodging.

He searched directly on his phone for the best five-star hotel in the area and booked a luxury suite.

After booking the room, Jiang Ye silently did some mental calculations.

A five-star hotel costs over a thousand yuan a night, plus meals and motorcycle fuel.

All things considered, two thousand yuan a day is the absolute maximum.

This amount of money is nothing compared to the long string of numbers in his bank account.

........

After half an hour.

Jiang Ye rode his BMW Waterbird, covered in dust and dead insects, and roared into the luxurious revolving door of the five-star hotel.

This scene created a stark contrast.

The cars parked in front of the hotel were all business sedans like Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi.

Jiang Ye, dressed in a heavy black rally riding suit, wearing mud-caked riding boots and a full-face helmet, straddled a heavy rally motorcycle with an exaggerated and wild design.

It's like a steel beast that has invaded the civilized world.

The security guards and doormen at the entrance were stunned, unsure whether they should go forward to greet them.

Not only the staff, but also the guests coming in and out of the hotel lobby stopped in their tracks.

Many people began to gather around to look at the BMW GS.

"Holy crap, this bike is awesome! Is it a BMW R1250GS? Top-of-the-line GS!"

"This car must have cost at least 300,000 yuan, right? That's more expensive than a typical mid-size sedan!"

"Look at that exhaust pipe, those tires, so cool! This is a real man's toy!"

Several young men stood on the steps, their eyes shining as they stared at Jiang Ye's car, making no attempt to hide their envy.

Several fashionably dressed young girls even took out their phones and secretly took pictures of Jiang Ye and the motorcycle.

Jiang Ye took off his helmet, shook his sweat-soaked hair, parked the car, picked up his waterproof tail bag, and strode into the magnificent hotel lobby.

Feeling the amazed, curious, and envious gazes around him, Jiang Ye couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Back in Hanzhou, he used to drive Lei Heng's Bentley, which was worth several million, or a Porsche, when he needed to get things done.

However, when someone drives a top-of-the-line luxury car down the street, passersby might glance at the logo, mutter "What a wicked rich person" in their minds, and then turn and walk away. No one would give him a second glance.

But now.

He was just riding a motorcycle worth 300,000 yuan, wearing a dirty riding outfit.

Along the way, whether it was at a gas station, a small restaurant by the national highway, or now in the lobby of a five-star hotel.

He became the absolute center of attention!

Wherever he goes, people gather around and approach him to chat, asking where he comes from, where he is going, and what his car's engine displacement is.

Jiang Ye suddenly understood.

Luxury cars represent only money and class, creating a sense of distance.

Motorcycles, especially heavy-duty rally bikes, represent freedom, distant places, and the most primal, wild dreams in a man's heart.

This is what truly gets people excited.

……

After checking in, Jiang Ye took the room key and went to the luxury suite on the 28th floor.

The room is large, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the city at night.

Jiang Ye took off his heavy cycling clothes and threw them on the sofa. He then sprawled out on the soft bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Comfortable……"

Just as he closed his eyes, preparing to take a nap.

The phone that was lying on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Ye picked up the phone and saw two words flashing on the screen: Xia Yu.

He raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button.

"Feed".

Where are you?!

As soon as the call connected, Xia Yu's voice, tinged with anger and accusation, came through: "I'm at Donghu Apartment, aren't you home? Didn't we agree to meet tonight?"

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment.

He then remembered that when Xia Yu stood him up last night, she did say on the phone, "I'll come to see you tomorrow night."

He was just in a bad mood at the time and didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, this woman actually went to his apartment tonight.

"I'm not in Hanju," Jiang Ye said calmly, shifting into a more comfortable position.

"Not in Hanzhou? Where did you go?" Xia Yu was taken aback.

"I'm out on a motorcycle trip," Jiang Ye replied truthfully.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Yu's anger could be felt even through the screen.

"Jiang Ye! Are you out of your mind?!"

Xia Yu angrily questioned, "You went on a motorcycle trip without telling me?! I canceled an important engagement and came all the way here to find you, and you tell me you went off to ride a motorcycle?!"

Hearing Xia Yu's angry tone, Jiang Ye not only didn't apologize, but also found it somewhat amusing.

"Mr. Xia, what you're saying is unreasonable."

Jiang Ye paused, a hint of retaliation in his voice, "Last night, didn't you also stand me up because of work? I threw the steak I just cooked into the trash. What, is it that only officials are allowed to set fires, while ordinary people are forbidden even to light lamps?"

"you!"

Xia Yu was speechless, almost choked to death by Jiang Ye's words.

She clearly hadn't expected Jiang Ye to use what happened last night to shut her up.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Xia Yu gritted her teeth in exasperation, "You can just stay out there with your motorcycle for the rest of your life!"

"Snapped!"

The other party angrily hung up the phone.