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

Jiang Che was jolted back half a step by her sudden movement before regaining his balance. A slight pain came from his chest, but more than that, he felt the warmth and softness filling his arms and the fragrance of roses.

He didn't push her away, but instead raised his hands and tightly wrapped them around the girl's thin back.

When the two embraced, the large bouquet of flowers the girl was holding naturally became a burden.

So Jiang Che threw the flowers onto the sofa without hesitation.

At this moment, the little girl in his arms was crying without any regard for her image, her tears falling in large drops onto Jiang Che's chest fabric, quickly soaking a large area.

She hugged him tightly, her arms wrapped tightly around Jiang Che's waist, as if if she loosened her grip even slightly, he would vanish into thin air.

Feeling the warm, damp sensation on her chest and the slight, suppressed trembling of her shoulders, Jiang Che cursed himself inwardly.

Jiang Che, you really are a complete idiot.

Why insist on using such elaborate build-up tactics or pursuing a so-called perfect sense of ritual? And what's the result?

He made his wife look so pitiful.

"Su Qinghe..."

Jiang Che lowered his head slightly, gently resting his chin on the girl's hair, and said softly with undisguised guilt in his voice, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe shook her head vigorously, which was buried in his arms.

She bit her lip, seemingly trying desperately to swallow back her sobs, but after several attempts she found that she couldn't do it at all, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

"No... I didn't feel like I waited too long..."

Because she had just cried, the girl's voice was muffled and nasal, coming out intermittently from his chest, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have been thinking about you on the way here... I thought, I thought you didn't want me anymore, sob sob sob..."

"What nonsense are you thinking?"

Jiang Che sighed helplessly, his large hand rhythmically patting her back gently, again and again. "How could I possibly not want you?"

"I finally managed to fatten you up, and now you're practically ready to be my prey. If I abandon you now, wouldn't I be losing out big time?"

Even at this point, Jiang Che couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"You're the one who's the cabbage..."

Su Qinghe burst into laughter through her tears at his words, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, and gently punched him.

After this commotion, the originally somber atmosphere brightened up a bit.

After resting quietly in Jiang Che's arms for a while, Su Qinghe felt her mood improve and then gently pulled away from his embrace.

But even as she retreated, her hands remained tightly gripping the hem of his shirt on either side of his waist, as if afraid he would abandon her and run away, never to see her again.

Jiang Che smiled wryly and assured Su Qinghe that he really wouldn't abandon her, and that she really didn't need to hold on to him so tightly.

Su Qinghe ignored him completely, and even when Jiang Che was about to continue trying to persuade her, she slightly bared her teeth, making a gesture as if she was about to bite him.

Jiang Che had no other choice, so he could only maintain this strange posture and forcefully bend to the side to pull out a pack of tissues from his pocket.

He then took out a card and gently wiped away the messy tear stains on the girl's cheeks.

After wiping away the last traces of tears from Su Qinghe's face, Jiang Che crumpled up the used tissue and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, looking down at the girl in front of him who had mostly calmed down, he reached out and took her hand. "Come on, come with me."

Su Qinghe's mind didn't quite process what he meant for a moment. She blinked at him blankly, "Where to?"

"Of course, we'll go to the place you see."

Jiang Che tilted his head and looked towards the center of the rooftop. "Although the facilities are a bit basic, I still put a lot of thought into making it."

"But if I go and sit down, wouldn't that be letting down my good intentions?"

"oh."

Su Qinghe sniffed and obediently let Jiang Che lead her to the center of the area where he had just frantically tried to salvage the situation.

The two sat down on the sofa next to the folding table.

Su Qinghe sat obediently on the sofa, her eyes fixed on Jiang Che, taking in his every move.

Jiang Che walked to the side, plugged in the projector, and then found the remote control to turn it on.

"Buzz—"

The projector first made a soft operating sound, and then a beam of light was projected from the lens onto a screen not far away.

The image flickered twice before gradually becoming clearer.

The image projected onto the screen at this moment is a photograph.

It was taken by Jiang Che with his mobile phone on the day Su Qinghe moved into Jiang Che's house.

The girl in the picture is sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing Jiang Che's white T-shirt. She is curled up inside the clothes, looking obedient and lovable.

At that time, she was blind and her head was tilted slightly, as if she had heard a sound and was trying to find the direction.

When Su Qinghe saw this photo, she was visibly stunned.

"When...when was this photo taken?"

"It's your first day at my house."

Jiang Che sat down next to Su Qinghe, looking at the photo and lost in memories. "That day you were sitting on the sofa waiting for me to get you some water. When I came out of the kitchen, you looked... well, quite pitiful, so I just snapped a picture."

"...Isn't it because it's cute?"

"Of course you were cute, but you were more pitiful. Look how thin you were back then, your face was so thin, and your chin was so sharp it almost touched your collarbone."

"It's much better now."

As Jiang Che spoke, his gaze lingered on Su Qinghe's face for a second, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly. "You've got more flesh in the right places now, and it feels much better to pinch."

Su Qinghe's face flushed slightly: "..."

Before she could say anything, the photo on the projector automatically switched to the next one.

This is a photo of Su Qinghe from behind while she is cooking in the kitchen.

She was wearing an apron, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, and she was looking down as she put something into a pot.

The flames on the stove cast a small, warm glow, which fell on her profile, making her look soft and beautiful.

The next picture shows her asleep, slumped over her desk.

A book lay open beside him, and even though he was asleep, the pen remained between his fingers.

Half of her hair was loose, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was sleeping soundly without any guard.

Next one.

It happened when the two of them went shopping at the supermarket together. Su Qinghe stood on tiptoe to reach the items on the upper shelves.

She was just a tiny bit shorter, and looked like a little cat reaching for a dried fish with its paws, a comical yet adorable sight.

Jiang Che remembers it clearly: that day he stood beside her and laughed for a long time before reaching out to help her take her things down.

Then the little girl chased him and beat him up for most of the supermarket.

One photo after another was slowly played on a loop on the screen.

There are everyday photos, funny ones, heartwarming ones, and some candid shots where she had no idea she was being photographed.

Su Qinghe looks different in every photo, but each photo reveals the same perspective—

The photographer's perspective.

That is, Jiang Che's perspective.