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

"Okay, okay, here, I'll warm you up."

Jiang Che was at his wits' end with this little devil. The only thing he could think of was to tickle Su Qinghe's fidgeting feet lightly through the blanket.

Su Qinghe was ticklish and giggled non-stop, her body wriggling like a worm in the blanket, but at least she behaved herself a bit.

After playing around for a while, Su Qinghe's feet had warmed up enough, so she leaned her head back on Jiang Che's shoulder.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Go study now."

Jiang Che also put away his playful thoughts and picked up his pen again to continue doing the problems.

Looking at the densely packed questions in front of him, the little idea he had just come up with vanished completely, and he immediately felt a headache coming on.

Su Qinghe heard Jiang Che hiss beside her and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did you run into a problem?"

"Hmm, this last question is a bit difficult. I haven't had any ideas about it."

"Read it to me."

Su Qinghe adjusted to a comfortable position, rested her head on Jiang Che's lap, and lay down looking very relaxed.

"Given that the function f(x) equals e raised to the power of x minus ax..."

Jiang Che couldn't help but reach out and touch Su Qinghe's face, reading the question aloud as he did so.

Su Qinghe listened to the question with her eyes closed, her fingers twirling the strap on Jiang Che's hoodie.

Less than half a minute later.

"Shouldn't we discuss this by category? The value of 'a' can be either 0 to 1 or greater than 1," she suddenly said.

Jiang Che paused for a moment, then looked down at the answer key.

It really depends on the situation.

Are you a human brain or a computer?

Jiang Che pinched her cheek, a little unconvinced, "I haven't even sorted out my thoughts yet."

"I've done similar variations of the problem before, so I remembered it."

Su Qinghe stuck out her tongue smugly, "For this kind of problem, you have to find the derivative first, and then look at the monotonicity of the derivative function, you silly husband."

"Okay, okay, I'm the idiot, my wife is the smartest, alright?"

Jiang Che smiled and shook his head, then followed her train of thought and wrote on, which went much more smoothly.

The ward fell silent again, with only the rustling sound of writing and the occasional hushed conversation, creating a beautiful and warm atmosphere.

……

Meanwhile, in the western district of Lincheng, at the Night Bar.

Ten o'clock at night is the liveliest time in this place.

The bar was playing catchy music, and men and women swayed and danced on the dance floor. The air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol and perfume.

In the very center of the booth area, Lin Wanwan, wearing a tight-fitting halter dress, held a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand, a charming smile on her face.

She was surrounded by four or five men, some pouring her drinks, others putting their hands on her waist and telling her dirty jokes.

Lin Wanwan wasn't annoyed. She pushed him away a couple of times, seemingly refusing, but her eyes kept glancing towards the bar entrance.

She was waiting for someone.

"Wanwan, still no sign of anyone? How about you come with us tonight?"

A young thug with dyed yellow hair approached with a wine glass, his thieving eyes fixed on Lin Wanwan's neckline.

"Get out of here."

An extremely impatient voice suddenly broke in, followed by a hard kick to the blond-haired man's buttocks.

Caught off guard, the blond-haired man stumbled forward, spilling the wine he was holding onto the carpet.

"Who the hell...?"

Just as the blond-haired man was about to curse, he turned around and saw who it was. He swallowed the curse back and his face turned pale with fright.

"Young Master Zhang...?"

Zhang Yang, wearing a floral shirt, stood in the aisle with a dark expression, followed by two burly bodyguards.

Upon seeing this, the men who had been fawning over Lin Wanwan all became like mice before a cat, not daring to utter a sound, and slunk away with their wine glasses in hand.

Zhang Yang didn't even glance at those people. He swaggered over, plopped down on the sofa opposite Lin Wanwan, and then put his legs up on the coffee table.

"Speak up, why did you call me over here so late at night?"

Zhang Yang lit a cigarette, took a drag, and looked Lin Wanwan up and down with disdain. "What, regretting it? Want to beg me to get back together?"

"I'm telling you, stop dreaming."

Zhang Yang sneered, flicked his cigarette ash, and said, "I've already gotten tired of this piece of trash, so I've just thrown it away. You think I'd pick it up again? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror."

Lin Wanwan wasn't angry. She simply raised her hand to fan away the smoke in front of her and took a sip of her wine.

"Young Master Zhang, please don't get so angry."

She put down her wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and her eyes were filled with a calculating glint. "I called you here because I have something important to discuss."

"Serious business? What serious business could you possibly have?"

Zhang Yang scoffed, clearly not taking her words to heart. "When you were with me, all you ever wanted was money and handbags. Do you think I don't know what you were thinking?"

"If that's what you're after, then you'd better get lost. I'm already annoyed just looking at you."

After saying that, Zhang Yang made a move to get up and leave.

"I'm here to discuss with you how to deal with Jiang Che," Lin Wanwan said calmly.

Sure enough, Zhang Yang immediately sat back down after lifting his buttocks.

Upon hearing the name "Jiang Che," his arrogant face instantly twisted, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

He's been stirring things up on the forum these past few days, trying to annoy Jiang Che, but his attempt backfired.

Not only did they fail to do anything to Jiang Che, but they also exposed that he was the one who was behind it all, and a group of people were chasing and cursing him in the comments section of the post.

He was holding in his anger with nowhere to vent it.

"Do you have a solution?"

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes and stared at Lin Wanwan. "Don't try that childish trick of posting rumors again. I don't have time to play house with you."

"That was a test."

Lin Wanwan snorted coldly, reached into her bag, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"After these two days of probing, I've realized that trying to directly target Jiang Che is simply not going to work."

"Low-level tactics won't work on him, and if we go head-to-head, we won't gain any advantage either."

Zhang Yang interrupted her impatiently: "Get to the point, don't give me this nonsense."

"Since we can't handle Jiang Che, let's try a different approach."

Lin Wanwan exhaled another smoke ring, then a sinister smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Why don't we start with that blind man?"

"Blind woman? You mean Su Qinghe?"

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow, finally showing some interest.

Just thinking about Su Qinghe's aloof and stunningly beautiful face, and that delicate appearance that made people want to bully her, Zhang Yang felt as if someone had tickled his heart with a feather, making him unbearably itchy.

Although she was blind, this woman's face was unparalleled in Lincheng No. 1 High School, no, in the entire Lincheng area.

If only I could get my hands on this unattainable beauty and play with her...

Wow, that tastes absolutely amazing.

Lin Wanwan took in Zhang Yang's lecherous expression without making a sound, inwardly cursing him as a "lust-driven idiot," but her smile became even brighter.

"It seems Young Master Zhang is quite interested in that blind man."

After finishing the rest of her cigarette, Lin Wanwan stubbed it out in the ashtray, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "That makes things easier."

Zhang Yang became interested, put his legs off the coffee table, leaned closer, and asked, "What do you want to do?"