You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Uncle Liu replied respectfully, "Understood."

After hanging up the phone, the coldness on Jiang Che's face subsided slightly.

He put his phone back in his pocket, looked up and glanced in the direction of the fitting room; Su Qinghe hadn't come out yet.

Regardless, Su Qinghe was someone he picked up, so in a sense, she was his person.

Anyone who dares to touch him, no matter who they are, must pay the price.

Jiang Che had already cursed those bastards to death countless times in his mind, but even so, he was still not satisfied.

He doesn't have many redeeming qualities; his only flaw is his protectiveness of his own.

So at this moment, in Jiang Che's heart, those who had bullied and tormented Su Qinghe had already been given very unpleasant ends one by one.

Now we're just waiting for Uncle Liu's investigation results to come out, and then he'll settle accounts with everyone one by one.

After waiting a while, the fitting room door opened.

Su Qinghe changed into a long pink down jacket, which wrapped her up completely, leaving only her small, palm-sized face showing.

She stood at the door, seemingly waiting for Jiang Che to come and help her. After waiting for a while without seeing him, she nervously twisted her fingers.

"Jiang Che... I'm changed."

Hearing the girl's pitiful cries, Jiang Che snapped out of his thoughts and quickly walked over to her.

He reached out and helped her put on the hood of her down jacket, then tidied the messy stray hairs on her forehead.

Jiang Che treated Su Qinghe with utmost seriousness. Even though it was just an ordinary down jacket, he still carefully turned around and looked her over before giving her a positive review: "Not bad, not bad, it looks great, and it suits you very well."

Seeing the happiness in the girl's eyes, his own frustration dissipated, and his voice softened considerably. "How do you feel wearing that? Are you cold?"

Su Qinghe shook her head. The down jacket was very warm, covering her completely, and not a breath of wind could get in.

"It's not cold, it's quite warm."

Jiang Che hummed in agreement, then said to the shop assistant who had been waiting nearby, "I'll take this one, and a few others."

It was the same familiar operation, the same familiar black card, and all the procedures were exactly the same.

The only difference was that Su Qinghe had learned her lesson this time and didn't try to stop her.

She stood quietly beside Jiang Che, letting him arrange everything.

Jiang Che didn't notice Su Qinghe's odd behavior. Although he was quite meticulous in many ways, far surpassing other boys his age, he wasn't so thoughtful as to be all-encompassing.

Just like most men, Jiang Che couldn't figure out what girls were thinking, nor did he even try to.

After paying, Jiang Che grabbed Su Qinghe's wrist and walked out of the store.

He took long, fast strides because he was preoccupied with what had just happened, and forgot that Su Qinghe's pace was different from his.

So much so that Su Qinghe was practically dragged along by him, running forward the whole way.

But Su Qinghe also didn't know what Jiang Che was thinking; she still believed that Jiang Che was genuinely angry.

This thought had been swirling in her mind since just now, and she couldn't shake it off no matter what she did. Moreover, the more she tried not to think about it, the more she thought about it.

The two mute men and the mentally challenged man walked together without exchanging a single word.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, Jiang Che slowly came to his senses and began to think about what to do next after buying the clothes.

Oh, right, the cell phone.

When he brought Su Qinghe back yesterday, he didn't see her phone. He guessed that she had sold it to make money to survive from the beginning.

In today's society, what can't you do without a mobile phone? To live a normal life, having a mobile phone is still very necessary, and it also makes it easier for him to contact her later.

With these thoughts in mind, Jiang Che quickened his pace and pulled Su Qinghe down to the electronics section.

Su Qinghe stumbled and almost fell as he pulled her.

She dared not utter a sound, and could only desperately try to keep up with his pace, her heart growing increasingly panicked.

She wanted to apologize to Jiang Che, but she didn't even know why he was angry. The words of apology stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them.

The two of them walked silently through the bustling shopping mall.

When Jiang Che is not speaking, his face is always serious, which makes him seem even more unapproachable compared to Su Qinghe's timid little face next to him.

Several young girls passing by saw that Jiang Che was handsome and wanted to ask for his contact information, but when they saw his face, which looked like it could freeze someone to death, they were so frightened that they immediately went around him.

A passerby, seeing this, whispered to his friend, another passerby, "Could this man be a domestic abuser? Look how terrified that girl is of him; she's probably been bullied by him a lot."

Passerby B also agreed, "Who says otherwise? There are so many 'shrimp-headed men' these days. Ladies, I'm afraid of marriage."

Jiang Che, the perpetrator of the domestic violence incident, was completely unaware of this.

Su Qinghe finally reached her limit. Unable to bear the torment of silence any longer, she mustered all her courage and gently tugged at Jiang Che's sleeve.

"Jiang Che..." she called out weakly in a trembling voice.

Jiang Che quickly stopped and looked down at Su Qinghe. "What's wrong?"

Su Qinghe had finally mustered up the courage to ask him, but his question made her tremble all over, her face turned pale instantly, and all her courage vanished.

She stammered for a long time, clearly shocked, scared, and on the verge of tears, but she didn't say a word.

Even if Jiang Che was incredibly stupid, he would realize by now that something was off about the girl.

He released Su Qinghe's wrist and turned to face her, finally seeing her eyes, which were already wet with tears.

Jiang Che was dumbfounded. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was Su Qinghe crying?

After racking his brains for a long time, he could only guess that Su Qinghe was unhappy. So, after carefully choosing his words, he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly unhappy? Is something on your mind?"

As a result, Su Qinghe became even more nervous when asked the question. She thought that Jiang Che was interrogating her and complaining about her sour face.

So she hurriedly shook her head frantically, forcing a faint smile onto her tear-streaked face.

"No, I'm not unhappy."

She explained anxiously, her hands flailing helplessly in front of her, as if trying to grab Jiang Che's clothes.

The moment Su Qinghe grabbed Jiang Che's clothes, she felt reassured, and her tense body relaxed a little.

"I... I can smile. If you like, I can keep smiling at you."

After saying that, she really tried her best to pull her cheeks and make a pleasing smile.

Jiang Che's heart felt like it had been violently ripped open, a mix of sourness and pain.

Looking at her humble and dejected appearance, he wished he could get the information from Uncle Liu right now, then rush over, grab a knife, and stab those newborns to death one by one.

Jiang Che took several deep breaths to barely suppress his somewhat impulsive emotions. He reached out and gently pressed her shoulder, then led her to a quiet bench nearby.

"Su Qinghe, please don't do this."