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

After saying that, Su Qinghe couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Jiang Che laughed along, "Alright, then let's watch it for a lifetime."

Su Qinghe didn't reply, but instead snuggled her head closer into Jiang Che's arms, finding a comfortable spot to rest.

The two of them stayed in bed, neither of them showing any intention of getting up.

Su Qinghe would occasionally rub her face against his chest, and sometimes she would reach out and poke near his collarbone with her finger.

Jiang Che had one hand behind his head, while the other hand casually stroked her hair. The two chatted about random things.

The topics they discussed were mostly trivial matters.

For example, where they plan to travel in a few days, how many points they expect to score on the college entrance exam, and when exactly Su Qinghe bought that black lace lingerie.

When the conversation turned to the last topic, Su Qinghe buried her face in the blanket and refused to answer.

Jiang Che just smiled and didn't press the matter further. What if he really kept asking and the little girl didn't want to secretly prepare such surprises for him anymore?

This is not conducive to harmony in married life.

After lingering in each other's arms for a while, Jiang Che finally sat up in bed first.

"Alright, I'll go make breakfast. You can lie down for a while longer."

"All right……"

Su Qinghe reluctantly let go of his hand, watching him get up and walk towards the door.

The boy casually grabbed a T-shirt from the hanger, put it on, and then walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

Su Qinghe sat alone on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, still feeling a little dazed.

What happened last night...it really wasn't a dream, was it?

She subconsciously looked down at herself.

After they finished last night, Su Qinghe was so tired that she turned over and fell asleep in a daze.

So she was still wearing that black lace dress, the shoulder straps hanging crookedly on her forearms, and the neckline all crumpled up.

Not a dream.

Su Qinghe's face flushed again.

She quickly pulled the blanket over herself and, after her mind wandered for a while, she finally calmed her shy heart.

She then prepared to lean back against the headboard and play on her phone for a while. Just as she turned to reach for her phone on the bedside table, her gaze inadvertently fell on the bracelet next to the phone.

The warm and translucent jade bracelet lay quietly on the counter, gleaming softly in the morning light.

Su Qinghe paused for a moment, then reached out and picked it up, gently putting it back on her wrist.

The moment the cool, jade-like texture touched my skin, a sense of solid, fulfilling satisfaction welled up inside me.

She held up her hand, which was adorned with a bracelet, to her eyes, then smiled and pressed her wrist against her cheek.

……

kitchen.

The bacon in the frying pan was sizzling, and the oil splattered, making a soft crackling sound. The aroma of the slightly charred edges of the fried egg wafted through the air.

Jiang Che stood in front of the stove, holding a spatula in one hand and the handle of the frying pan in the other, gently shaking it.

His movements were very skilled. Although Su Qinghe had been in charge of preparing the three meals a day for the past six months, he had actually cooked many meals himself.

The main reason is that Su Qinghe always doesn't want him to go into the kitchen, saying that instead of cooking, he should spend more time studying for the exam, in case he misses the entrance exam for Peking University by just two points.

Jiang Che was focused on cooking when he suddenly heard the sound of slippers slapping on the floor behind him.

Pat, pat, pat.

From far to near.

Jiang Che knew it was Su Qinghe who had come over, and without turning his head, he said, "There's hot milk on the table, have some first, breakfast will be ready soon."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a pair of arms appeared around his waist.

Su Qinghe pressed herself against him from behind, wrapped her arms around his waist, rested her chin on his shoulder, and carried almost half of her weight on him.

Jiang Che swayed slightly forward before regaining his balance.

"Su, I can't cook like this."

"Um."

Su Qinghe responded, but showed no intention of letting go.

She squinted slightly, pressed her head against his back, and then peeked out from behind him, watching him slightly turn his wrist holding the spatula and steadily flip the fried egg over.

Breakfast was simple: two cups of hot milk, two fried eggs, a few slices of bacon, and some toast I bought a couple of days ago.

The two sat facing each other at the dining table. Su Qinghe ate her toast while secretly glancing at him, her eyes filled with undisguised joy.

Jiang Che felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so he raised his hand and flicked her forehead.

"Eat your food properly, what are you looking at?"

Su Qinghe shrank her neck, covered her forehead and chuckled twice, then obediently lowered her head to continue eating her toast.

After finishing breakfast, Jiang Che tidied up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

Then, leaning against the kitchen counter, he casually suggested, "The college entrance exams are over, and the results won't be out for a while. We've got nothing else to do these days, why don't we go out for a walk?"

Su Qinghe sat at the dining table, swinging her legs, and surprisingly did not refuse after hearing this.

But after thinking for a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up. "I have a condition."

"explain."

"I want to wear matching outfits with A-Che when we go out."

Jiang Che was stunned for a moment. Matching outfits?

This is too much...

"Isn't this a bit childish?" That's what Jiang Che said, and that's true.

But Su Qinghe clearly saw that after he finished speaking, he had already taken out his phone and started typing in the search bar of the shopping app.

Su Qinghe pursed her lips and chuckled to herself, then jumped off the chair and ran over to squeeze next to Jiang Che.

"I want to see it too! I want to see it too!"

The two squeezed onto the living room sofa, their heads huddled together, scrolling through their phones for a full half hour.

Su Qinghe sometimes thought this color looked good, and other times she thought that style was more suitable.

Jiang Che cooperated fully. If she said it looked good, she would click to see the details; if she said she didn't like it, she would immediately scroll away without complaint.

Ultimately, the two chose a simple couple's outfit consisting of white T-shirts and denim shorts.

After placing the order, Su Qinghe leaned contentedly on Jiang Che's shoulder and casually picked up her phone to browse.

As she scrolled through the pages, she clicked on the class group chat.

Someone in the group posted a collection of graduation photos.

Su Qinghe flipped through the pages one by one, but when she got to a certain page, her fingers suddenly stopped.