Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

In November in Beijing, the winter air quietly seeps into every inch of the air, interweaving with the gentleness of late autumn to form a unique picture.

Lin Xuan quietly looked at the peaceful Ye Wanqing in front of him, his heart in turmoil. He suddenly realized that since their separation, Ye Wanqing's existence no longer aroused his disgust.

His thoughts gradually became clearer, and the indifference on his face was replaced by a hint of tenderness. The words that were about to come out turned on the tip of his tongue and turned into another question:

"How much do you know about Jiang Yubo's situation?"

"Must I know him?"

Ye Wanqing's question made Lin Xuan's heart tremble slightly. Her tone was calm, without any provocation, and it seemed more like she really believed that understanding Jiang Yubo was not a necessity in life.

If it were the Lin Xuan of the past, he might have turned around and left long ago. Their marriage has become a thing of the past, and every decision made by Ye Wanqing, whether sad or happy, has nothing to do with him.

However, today he inexplicably stopped, with an inexplicable desire surging in his heart, wanting to understand her more deeply, to understand her current living conditions and state of mind.

There seemed to be a subtle change between them, which grew quietly and inadvertently, like the changing of seasons, silent but profound.

However, at this moment, Lin Xuan's behavior seemed like the belated stubbornness of adolescence. He was stubborn and unwilling to give in:

"I still think it wouldn't do you any harm to know the true situation of Jiang Yubo."

The sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappling onto her face. It was a bit dazzling, and she couldn't help but squint.

"I don't care what kind of person Jiang Yubo is to me."

Lin Xuan shook his head slightly, a hint of sneer on his lips, mixed with subtle worry:

"I'm just worried that when you discover you've been deceived, you'll be able to maintain your composure."

He shouldn't have been involved in her life; this had already gone beyond his boundaries.

A cool breeze blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves. Ye Wanqing's hair danced in the wind. She hurriedly reached out to tidy it up, and her eyes accidentally met Lin Xuan's:

"Anyway, thank you for coming today. If there's nothing else, I think I should get busy."

Given their current relationship, inviting him into the house would clearly be inappropriate.

Lin Xuan looked at Ye Wanqing's slightly polite smile, and his expression, which had just warmed up, froze into frost again.

He glanced at her coldly, his tone stiff and distant:

"No need to say thank you."

After he finished speaking, he took a big step and walked straight towards the car that was quietly waiting not far away, leaving Ye Wanqing standing there alone, looking at his back that was gradually going away, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Soon, Ye Wanqing vaguely caught the whistle of a receding vehicle, as if time was hurriedly saying goodbye.

She gently held an exquisite porcelain pot, her eyes passing over the mottled shadows of the trees, until the car driven by Lin Xuan turned into a blur in the distance and finally disappeared on the horizon.

A subtle trace of worry passed across Ye Wanqing's brow, but she then gently put the emotion away and focused again on the gardening in her hands, gently tending to the flowers that seemed to be listening to the changing seasons.

In late autumn in Beijing, the coldness gradually spreads like ink, penetrating into every corner.

Although the afternoon sun still shines gently, adding a touch of warmth to this cold world, Ye Wanqing still prefers to place her drawing board in the garden, letting the gorgeous autumn colors slowly bloom on her canvas and be frozen in eternity.

Not until the last ray of sunset quietly disappeared in the sky did Ye Wanqing slowly pack up her painting supplies, ready to end the quiet time of the day, walk into the house, and prepare something warm for the coming night.

Just as she was carrying her drawing board and walking slowly along the winding path.

A familiar figure came into view - Jiang Yubo was standing quietly in front of the villa's door, and his slender fingers gently rang the doorbell.

Ye Wanqing couldn't help but think of Lin Xuan's previous warning. She frowned slightly and quickened her pace unconsciously until she stood in front of Jiang Yubo and asked softly:

"Mr. Jiang, what can I do for you?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yubo bowed slightly and took off his hat, revealing his face, which was even more clearly defined in the setting sun.

Under Jiang Yubo's gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Ye Wanqing gently turned her head and cast her eyes softly to the side, with a bit of gentleness and alienation in her voice:

"Mr. Jiang, is there anything special that brings you here this time?"

"Actually, I'd like to have the honor of inviting you to dinner to express my deep gratitude for your generous assistance in helping me win the painting I wanted last time."

Jiang Yubo's voice is low and magnetic.

Ye Wanqing looked at the easel in her hand. She gently leaned the easel against the wall, her action showing her cherishment for the work.

"Mr. Jiang, that's just a small thing I can do. You don't need to worry too much. I appreciate your gratitude. It's getting late, you should go to bed early."

Jiang Yubo smiled gently, raised his hand and gently stroked his Adam's apple, with a barely perceptible smile in his eyes.

"Ms. Ye, to be honest, I'm a little thirsty right now. Could you allow me to come in and have a glass of water to quench my thirst?"

Ye Wanqing wasn't unreasonable, and Jiang Yubo was an artist she had personally nurtured. She nodded slightly, gently opened the door of the villa, and motioned for Jiang Yubo to come in.

Jiang Yubo politely took another heavy object from her hand - a box full of painting supplies. His movements were skillful and powerful, as if the weight was nothing to him.

Seeing this, Ye Wanqing couldn't help but secretly admire his gentlemanly demeanor and thoughtfulness.

After the two entered the house, Ye Wanqing personally poured him a glass of lemonade and gently placed it on the small table in front of him.

"Mr. Jiang, please enjoy your meal. After drinking the water, please rest early. We have more important work waiting for us tomorrow."

There was a hint of tenderness in her tone, yet a firm resoluteness that clearly defined the boundaries of their relationship, as well as a concern and reminder of his physical condition.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the villa was warm and subtle.

Jiang Yubo understood and took a sip of the water in his hand. Half of the cup was empty. He slowly put the cup down, his eyes filled with seriousness.

"Ms. Ye, I'm not used to owing favors to others."

Ye Wanqing paused slightly at the threshold. She turned around and her eyes met Jiang Yubo's. After a moment's thought, she returned to the living room, took out her phone from her handbag, and skillfully opened the payment interface of the payment app:

"It took me over two hours to help you bid on the painting that day. Why don't you just transfer 500 yuan to me?"

Jiang Yubo was obviously a little surprised when he heard this. He raised his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts:

"Ms. Ye, you would rather accept money than have dinner with me. Are you deliberately avoiding something?"

Ye Wanqing met his gaze, and those eyes were now looking at her inquiringly.

A faint smile appeared on her lips:

"You're worrying too much. I just think that money transactions are more straightforward, aren't they?"

Compared with complicated social etiquette, money transactions are obviously simpler and purer.

Jiang Yubo heard this and a playful smile appeared on his lips. He took out his mobile phone and scanned Ye Wanqing's payment code without hesitation:

"Miss Ye has a point."

Almost at the same time, Ye Wanqing's mobile phone rang with a notification of the arrival of the money, and the transfer information of 500 yuan came into view.

She put away her phone, her tone somewhat relieved: "In that case, I will accept your favor."

Jiang Yubo slowly stood up, his figure straight. He stood in front of Ye Wanqing, staring at her deeply and intently for a few seconds, then said softly:

"Thank you Miss Ye for the lemonade, it tastes delicious."

"You're welcome."

Ye Wanqing responded calmly with a polite and distant smile on her face, and turned to lead him towards the door.

Since that incident, Jiang Yubo seemed to have become a passer-by in Ye Wanqing's life and never took the initiative to step into her world again.

Similarly, Lin Xuan's figure quietly faded from her sight, as if everything had returned to the starting point.

Ye Wanqing's life continued to move forward slowly along the predetermined trajectory. Every day was like a carefully choreographed piece of music. Although not spectacular, it was harmonious and peaceful, making it difficult to simply judge it as good or bad.

Occasionally, Qin Zhuyu would visit Ye Wanqing's small villa full of life with a leisurely mood.

The two of them will prepare some exquisite snacks and treats together, then set up a barbecue grill in the yard, grilling and eating while enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea time.

Days like this are more comfortable and satisfying than any external prosperity.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Yuehua’s anniversary celebration has arrived as scheduled.

In the past, Zhao Mingliang always took charge of such events, while Ye Wanqing quietly stood behind the scenes, rarely appearing in public. But now, with her identity revealed, Ye Wanqing can no longer keep a low profile as before.

Yuehua's anniversary celebration happened to fall on the weekend, so Zhao Mingliang carefully planned a unique event - renting a luxury yacht and allowing all employees of the company to go out to sea together to enjoy a two-day and one-night vacation.

Qin Zhuyu was naturally no exception. She gladly accepted Ye Wanqing's invitation and embarked on this sea journey together.

The yacht cut through the waves in the sea breeze, there was constant laughter and joy on the deck, and the employees' faces were filled with happy smiles.

Ye Wanqing was wearing an elegant dress and standing on the deck. The sea breeze gently blew her hair, and her eyes sparkled with expectations and longings for the future.

At this moment, she is no longer the mysterious figure hiding behind the scenes, but an indispensable part of Yuehua, sharing this joy and glory with everyone.

After more than half a year of hard work, Su Zimo finally had his own leisure time. Li Meng considerately secured three days of vacation for him, allowing him to participate in this annual celebration and enjoy a moment of joy and relaxation.

Everything was ready. On Saturday morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist, more than 30 employees of Yuehua Company, 12 talented artists, and senior executives including Ye Wanqing all boarded the beautifully decorated yacht.

The sea breeze blows gently, bringing with it a hint of saltiness and freedom, foreshadowing that this will be an unforgettable journey.

For most employees, this was the first time they witnessed Ye Wanqing's elegance at such a close distance.

Although the company had already made public Ye Wanqing's identity as the behind-the-scenes boss last year, and some legends about her were circulating on the Internet, calling her a stunningly beautiful woman.

However, Ye Wanqing has always remained low-key and mysterious. There are only a handful of photos of her on the Internet, and she rarely appears in the public eye, making her true appearance a beautiful mystery.

Today, the mystery was finally solved.

When Ye Wanqing, wearing a simple yet elegant dress, slowly stepped onto the yacht, the entire space seemed to light up.

Her beauty was both gentle and majestic, like a flower blooming in the morning light, both subtle and bold, stunning everyone present and causing an indescribable excitement to well up in their hearts.

Zhao Mingliang attended the event with his family. When his wife saw Ye Wanqing, a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in her eyes:

"If Mr. Ye enters the entertainment industry, I'm afraid those so-called good-looking people will be eclipsed!"

Mrs. Zhao's words undoubtedly touched the hearts of many people present.

They all nodded in agreement, secretly sighing in their hearts: Ms. Ye's beauty is truly well-deserved. She not only possesses enviable talent and wisdom, but also has irresistible charm and temperament.