He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

"Um... I think... it must be... pretty monotonous?" Su Xiaoruan answered tentatively.

"Hahahaha!" The whole class burst into laughter.

Teacher Yan's face turned green with anger: "Tranquil? I think your brain is the one that's monotonous! Sit down! Don't leave after school! I'm calling your parents!"

"ah?!"

Su Xiaoruan was struck dumb and slumped into her chair.

Should we call the parents?

Who should be sent?

Shen Qingge's sister is currently busy acquiring a European cinema chain company, so she definitely doesn't have time.

That leaves only...

Su Xiaoruan recalled Jiang Che's ambiguous smile and his terrifying skill in cleaving through the snow and wind on Kunlun Mountain.

"Oh no, if my brother finds out I only got 28 points, my parents will be called in..."

Su Xiaoruan covered her face in despair:

"He'll definitely confiscate all my snacks and force me to memorize pi to ten thousand decimal places!"

……

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the school bell rang.

The school gate was packed with all sorts of private cars, and the parents who came to pick up these "money-devouring beasts" from school blocked the road.

To avoid attracting attention, Jiang Che didn't drive his flashy Rolls-Royce Phantom or Bugatti today. He specifically asked Han Xiao to find the most "plain"-looking black Volvo XC90 from the company garage.

Even so, when Jiang Che, dressed in a dark gray cashmere coat and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, leaned against the car door waiting for someone, he still attracted countless eyes.

His inherent nobility and composure, honed through experience in the arena of fame and fortune and life-or-death situations, cannot be hidden.

"Whose parent is that? He's so handsome!"

"Is she a new student teacher? She has such a great presence!"

"He looks familiar... doesn't he look like Mr. Jiang from Sky Capital, who's been in the financial news lately?"

"Don't be ridiculous. How could a tycoon worth hundreds of billions come to pick up his child in person? It's probably just that he looks like him."

Jiang Che ignored the surrounding discussions and glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

It's 5:10.

Why hasn't that girl come out yet?

Just then, his phone rang. It was a WeChat message from Su Xiaoruan, containing only a trembling emoji: [Kneeling and begging for mercy.jpg].

This was followed by a voice message, the voice trembling with tears:

"Brother...help...I'm in the office...Old Yan wants to see you..."

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.

The office? Old Yan?

Looks like I've gotten myself into trouble.

Jiang Che put away his phone, a helpless smile playing on his lips. He could uproot the Song family in Southeast Asia, and make the Rothschilds bow down in Europe, but back home…

Even if it's the King of Heaven himself, you have to be respectful when facing your homeroom teacher.

"Han Xiao, wait in the car. I'm going to the office."

……

Senior Three Grade Office.

The atmosphere here is even more oppressive than that of the Song Family Manor in Southeast Asia.

Su Xiaoruan stood dejectedly in the corner, clutching the test paper with a score of 28, like a quail that had made a mistake.

Across from her, Teacher Yan was holding a thermos, scolding her with a look of utter disappointment:

"Su Xiaoruan, Su Xiaoruan! Look at your test paper! You could get more than 28 points even if you just guessed with your eyes closed! You could get 30 points if you chose C for all the multiple-choice questions! Did you deliberately avoid all the correct answers?"

"Teacher... I chose it, but I seem to have perfectly avoided it..." Su Xiaoruan explained softly.

"You dare talk back?!" Teacher Yan slammed her hand on the table. "I know you're a big star, a movie queen! The whole school is proud of you! But! This is a school! The college entrance exam doesn't test acting skills! It doesn't test walking the red carpet! It tests your scores!"

"Look at your grades! You're struggling to even get into a second-tier university! What do you want to do in the future? Be an illiterate artist?"

Just as Teacher Yan was speaking animatedly, there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and Jiang Che walked in.

For a few seconds, the noisy office fell silent. Several young female teachers couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

"Hello, I am Su Xiaoruan's parent."

Jiang Che walked up to Teacher Yan, bowed slightly in an extremely gentlemanly manner, and his attitude was so humble that no one could find fault with him.

"I'm her brother, Jiang Che. Thank you for your hard work, teacher."

Ms. Yan was taken aback. She didn't read financial news much and didn't know anything about Sky Capital. In her eyes, he was just a handsome young parent.

"Oh, you're her brother."

Teacher Yan adjusted her glasses and gestured to a chair: "Sit down. Now that the parents are here, let's have a good talk."

Jiang Che obediently sat down, placing his hands on his knees, looking like he was all ears.

If Duke William or Ye Zhentian were to witness this scene, they would likely be utterly astonished. This ruthless man, who would short-sell off someone's ancestral property at the drop of a hat on the international stage, was now behaving like a well-behaved schoolchild.

"Mr. Jiang, right?" Teacher Yan slapped the test paper with a score of 28 in front of Jiang Che. "Take a look. This is your sister's final exam score."

Jiang Che picked it up and took a look.

28.

He took a deep breath and felt his blood pressure was a little high.

"Um... it is indeed a bit low." Jiang Che smiled awkwardly.

"A little low? This is extremely low!" Teacher Yan exclaimed in anguish. "Mr. Jiang, I know your family is well-off, and your child can make money as a star. But parents can't just look at money! Education is fundamental!"

"I saw on the news that you took her on a trip to Europe recently? And you even went skiing?"

"Senior year of high school! Every minute is precious! You guys took her out to play for half a month? You're incredibly careless!"

Teacher Yan became more and more excited as she spoke, her finger almost poking Jiang Che's nose:

"You're being irresponsible towards your child! You're ruining her future! What's the use of making so much money? If her mind is empty, she'll suffer when she enters society!"

Faced with Teacher Yan's machine-gun-like barrage of questions, Jiang Che nodded repeatedly, his attitude extremely sincere:

"Yes, yes, yes, teacher, you are right to criticize."

"It was our oversight."

"I will definitely discipline them strictly when they get back."

"There will absolutely not be a next time."

Su Xiaoruan watched this scene from the corner, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

God!

The brother who shut down a Hollywood director with a single phone call in Phuket and sent a baron to the dungeon in Vienna was actually scolded like a grandson by Teacher Yan.

Is this... the bloodline suppression of Chinese homeroom teachers?!

They trained for a full half hour.

Teacher Yan finally got tired of talking, took a sip of water, and her tone softened a bit:

"Alright, take it back. There are less than six months until the college entrance exam, so it's still possible to save it if you catch up. You parents need to pay more attention and stop being so busy making money all the time."

"Okay, thank you, teacher. You've gone to a lot of trouble."

Jiang Che stood up, bowed again, and then turned to look at Su Xiaoruan in the corner.

In that instant, the "humility" in his eyes vanished, replaced by a "nuclear kindness" smile that sent chills down Su Xiaoruan's spine.

"Let's go, Best Actress."

Jiang Che waved the test paper in his hand:

"Let's go home and properly 'celebrate' these 28 points."

Su Xiaoruan shivered, sensing that a bloody storm was brewing in the clear night air.

……

On the way home, the air pressure inside the Volvo was extremely low.

Han Xiao drove in front, keeping his eyes down and not daring to breathe too loudly.

Jiang Che sat in the back seat, holding the test paper in his hand, without saying a word, just flipping through it over and over.

Su Xiaoruan huddled in the corner, trying to minimize her presence.

"28 points."

Jiang Che finally spoke, his voice eerily calm: "The multiple-choice questions were out of 60 points, and you got 5. Su Xiaoruan, how did you do that? Did you use the process of elimination to avoid the correct answers?"

"Brother... well... it's probability theory..." Su Xiao explained weakly, "...bad luck..."

"Luck?" Jiang Che sneered. "When I won against Black Shark at the Macau casino, it wasn't luck. If you used that kind of luck to buy lottery tickets, you'd probably lose your entire fortune."

"There's still the second-to-last big question."

Jiang Che pointed at the test paper: "Solid geometry. The question asked you to find the cosine of a dihedral angle, and you drew a Doraemon on it? What's the meaning of that?"

"I...I just doodled when I was bored and thinking..."

"Doodle? It's actually quite realistic." Jiang Che snorted. "Go home and erase this Doraemon drawing, and draw the auxiliary lines. If you can't draw it, you're not eating dinner tonight."

"Ah?!" Su Xiaoruan screamed, "Brother, I'm your own sister! I'm the head of the Rothschild family! You can't mistreat me!"

"Upon arriving home, there was no clan leader, only examinees." Jiang Che ruthlessly suppressed them.

……

It's 7 PM in Qingche.

Shen Qingge had just returned from get off work when she saw a somber atmosphere in the living room.

The TV wasn't on, and the game console had been taken away.

The dining table was cleaned up and turned into a temporary tutoring table.

Jiang Che took off his coat, revealing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was standing by the table, holding a bamboo stick he had taken from a feather duster (though it was just for show).

Su Xiaoruan sat at the table, with piles of mock exams, Huanggang practice papers, and Tianli 38 sets of practice papers in front of her...

"You're back?"

Jiang Che looked up at Shen Qingge and pointed to the sofa next to him: "Sit there and watch the show, don't interfere. Tonight is a 'family internal rectification campaign'."

Shen Qingge glanced at the 28-point test paper and almost burst out laughing. She walked over, patted Su Xiaoruan's head sympathetically, and then... decisively sat down on the sofa, picked up an apple, and started eating it.

"Keep going, Xiaoruan. Your sister-in-law is here to support you."

Su Xiaoruan was in despair. There was no love left in this family.

"Let's begin."

Jiang Che pulled out a chair and sat opposite her, taking out a piece of draft paper:

"First question: The concept of sets. Explain!"

"Gathering...gathering means..." Su Xiaoruan stammered, her eyes darting around, "...it means everyone gathers together?"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Che slammed the bamboo stick on the table: "That's physical education class! A set is a collective of concrete or abstract objects that have a certain specific property! Memorize it!"

"Waaah... It has certain special properties..."

For the next two hours, a melodramatic drama titled "The Down-on-His-Luck Sister of a Top Tycoon" unfolded in Qingche.

Jiang Che displayed astonishing talent in science. Although he was originally from a humanities background (actually due to the system's support), these high school math problems were as simple as 1+1=2 to him.

His explanations were clear and logically sound, even better than Professor Yan's.

The problem is, he was too harsh.

"This step is wrong! Rewrite it!"

"You memorized the formula wrong! Copy it ten times!"

"Where's your brain? Did you leave it in Vienna?"

Su Xiaoruan was so tormented she wanted to cry. A thought struck her, and she decided to use her trump card—feigning illness.

"Ouch……"

Su Xiaoruan suddenly clutched her stomach, slumped onto the table in pain, and said, "Brother... my stomach hurts... I think I ate something bad for dinner... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to faint..."

As she spoke, she even rolled her eyes convincingly and slid down limply.

Her acting skills are truly worthy of an award-winning actress; she deserves an Oscar.

If it were anyone else, they would have panicked long ago.

But who is Jiang Che?

He calmly put down his pen and glanced at Shen Qingge. Shen Qingge also had a look of anticipation on her face.

Jiang Che walked over and placed his hand on Su Xiaoruan's wrist.

[Divine Medical Skill (Traditional Chinese Medicine)] Activated.

His pulse was steady, strong, and powerful. Apart from a slight increase in speed due to a bit of nervousness, he was healthy enough to kill a bull.

"stomachache?"

Jiang Che looked at her with a half-smile: "Your pulse indicates that you just secretly ate a bag of potato chips. Your stomach is moving very quickly right now, so there's nothing wrong with you."

"and……"

Jiang Che reached out and flicked her forehead:

"When you're pretending to faint, don't let your eyelids twitch too much. This is a basic skill from acting class; go back and have Director Feng give you some extra lessons."

"..."

Su Xiaoruan opened her eyes instantly and sat up awkwardly: "Ahem... um... it seems like the pain has suddenly stopped. It must be my brother's love that healed me!"

"Stop being so cheeky." Jiang Che tapped the table. "If you can't solve this solid geometry problem in ten minutes, your snacks for tomorrow are canceled."

"No! I'll do it! I'll do it, okay?!"

……

The clock struck 11 p.m.

Su Xiaoruan finally finished the last big question. She lay on the table, too tired to move, with a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth and her pen clutched tightly in her hand.

Looking at her sleeping face, Jiang Che's stern expression instantly transformed into endless tenderness.

He sighed softly and put down the red pen in his hand.

On the test paper, where there were originally many red crosses, he has now carefully filled in annotations and problem-solving ideas.

"You must be exhausted?" Shen Qingge walked over and asked softly.

"Hmm." Jiang Che rubbed his temples. "This girl is smart, but she's restless. If we don't push her, she'll really fly to the moon."

"You're all bark and no bite."

Shen Qingge picked up a blanket, intending to cover Su Xiaoruan with it.

"I'll do it."

Jiang Che gently picked up Su Xiaoruan.

Although she was already a grown woman, she was still as light as a kitten in Jiang Che's arms.

Jiang Che carried her steadily upstairs to the second floor, placed her on the soft princess bed, took off her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and then put her favorite Mickey Mouse doll into her arms.

Goodnight, you academic underachiever.

Jiang Che kissed her forehead and turned off the bedside lamp.

I left the room.

Shen Qingge was waiting for him in the corridor.

"What? Still not asleep?" Jiang Che put his arm around her waist.

"Thinking back to the past." Shen Qingge leaned against him. "If I had met a brother like this back then, perhaps... my childhood would have been much happier."

"It's not too late now."

Jiang Che lowered his head and kissed her lips:

"From now on, I will be both your lover and your... brother."

"If you're tired from work, you can whine to me or pretend to be sick."

I promise I won't expose you.

Shen Qingge smiled, her eyes sparkling:

"Well... my legs are a little weak right now, and I can't walk. Does that count as an illness?"

Jiang Che understood immediately, scooped her up in his arms, and strode towards the master bedroom:

"Calculate."

"This disease needs to be treated."

"And it requires... in-depth treatment."

……

The next morning.

When Su Xiaoruan woke up, she found herself lying in bed with a glass of warm milk on the bedside table and a test paper that had been corrected to the point of being full of marks.

At the very top of the exam paper, besides the glaring "28" score, there was a line of strong, vigorous handwriting:

"If you don't get 90 points next time, you'll lose a week's allowance. — Love, your (strict) older brother."

Su Xiaoruan pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

She picked up the milk, took a sip, and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Although math is difficult, and although my brother is fierce.

But this feeling of being controlled and loved...

very nice.

"Hmph! 90 points is 90 points! I'm a genius!"

Su Xiaoruan clenched her fists and cheered herself on in the air:

"Tremble, solid geometry! I, Su Xiaoruan, am back!"

...

...

In mid-January, the financial sector in Jianghai City was still reeling from the IPO of "Qingche Entertainment".

Located in the heart of Lujiazui, the Clear Sky Building (formerly Yip's Building) is now the most coveted "golden job" in the entire city. Every day, countless elites line up downstairs with their resumes, just hoping to secure a place here.

11:00 AM, President's Office.

Shen Qingge wore a sharply tailored white suit jacket over a black silk shirt, her long hair styled in an updo that revealed her slender swan neck. She was sitting behind a large desk, listening to reports from various departments.

Although he is still the same decisive and efficient CEO, it is obvious to anyone with eyes that he has changed recently.

She used to be beautiful, but she was as cold as ice, and her eyes always revealed a weariness and sharpness that kept people at a distance.

But now, her skin is fair with a rosy glow, and her eyes and brows radiate an irrepressible springtime charm. Even when she's scolding someone, that murderous aura has faded considerably, replaced by a calm and gentle demeanor.

"Mr. Shen, this is the marketing budget for next quarter..." The marketing director nervously handed over the document.

Shen Qingge took it and glanced at it, her brows furrowing slightly: "This number..."

The director's heart sank. Oh no, he was going to get yelled at again.

"...Isn't that too conservative?" Shen Qingge looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Since we're not short of money right now, let's add another 50%. If we're going to do it, let's do it the best."

"Ah? Yes! Thank you, Mr. Shen!" The director felt as if he had been granted a pardon and walked out in a daze.

In the tea room, the fire of gossip was burning fiercely.

"Have you noticed? President Shen's been in incredibly good shape lately! His skin is so smooth and supple, you could practically squeeze water out of it!"

"Definitely! I heard that the mysterious big boss behind our company is back! And... I heard from the rumors that President Shen is in a relationship!"

"Really? Who? Who can take down this iceberg?"

"I don't know, but he must be a top-tier rich, handsome, and successful guy, right? Otherwise, how could he be worthy of our CEO Shen?"

Just as the employees were discussing amongst themselves, Shen Qingge glanced at her watch.

11:30.

Her stomach growled at just the right moment.

My phone vibrated, and a WeChat message popped up.

The note reads: "Have you come downstairs? Lunch has been delivered. Today it's your favorite braised pork."

Shen Qingge looked at the screen, a smile instantly spreading across her face. She quickly replied with a "[cat drooling.jpg]", then got up, tidied her hair in front of the mirror, touched up her lipstick, and walked briskly out of the office.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Shen!"

"Mr. Shen, are you going to have lunch?"

Along the way, the employees greeted each other.

Shen Qingge nodded in greeting to each person, and the happiness emanating from her made the entire corridor seem brighter.

……

Meanwhile, in the lobby on the first floor of the Qingche Building.

Jiang Che is dressed very casually today.

He wore a beige turtleneck sweater under a dark gray wool coat, paired with jeans and white shoes. He wasn't wearing an expensive watch or using hairspray; his hair fell smoothly over his forehead, making him look like a recent college graduate or the friendly older brother next door.

He was holding a rather old-fashioned insulated lunchbox printed with "Study hard and make progress every day" (this was a spoof model that Su Xiaoruan bought online and insisted Jiang Che use), and he was standing at the front desk.

"Sir, I'm sorry."

The new receptionist, Xiao Liu, was a recent graduate and intern. Looking at the handsome man before her, dressed "ordinarily" and carrying a rather unfashionable lunchbox, she dutifully stopped him.

"Delivery and food delivery personnel are not allowed in the elevator. You can leave your items in the delivery locker over there and then call the recipient to come down and pick them up."

Jiang Che was stunned for a moment, looked at the lunchbox in his hand, and felt a little dumbfounded.

These days, do you have to go through security checks to deliver food to your wife?

"I'm not delivering takeout," Jiang Che explained gently. "I'm here to deliver food to your CEO, Ms. Shen. I have an appointment with her."

"For President Shen?"

Xiao Liu looked him over suspiciously a few times.

Who is President Shen? A female CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions! Her lunches are either delivered by Michelin-starred chefs or eaten at top-tier clubs. How could she possibly eat something like this... food served in a thermos?

"Sir, you must be joking." Xiao Liu gave a professional, fake smile. "Countless people want to see President Shen every day. Do you have an appointment?"

"An appointment?" Jiang Che thought for a moment. "Does an appointment made in bed last night count?"

"..." Xiao Liu's face turned red instantly, then turned into disdain.

What a scoundrel! He's so handsome, yet he suffers from delusions!

"Sir, please leave! Otherwise I'll call security!" Xiao Liu said sternly.

Jiang Che sighed helplessly. Is this what they mean by "It's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings"?

He was just about to take out his phone to call Shen Qingge.

Just then, the revolving door in the lobby was pushed open.

A strong perfume scent wafted towards me.

A young man wearing a bright blue custom-made suit, slicked-back hair, and sunglasses walked in, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

He was holding an enormous bouquet of red roses, estimated to be 999, which almost completely blocked his view.

"Young Master Zhao! You've arrived!"

Upon seeing this person, Xiao Liu's attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree turn, and he smiled brightly: "You're here to see President Shen, right? President Shen is still upstairs. Would you like to sit in the VIP room for a while?"