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

"Here it comes!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe perked up and grabbed Jiang Che's hand, running downstairs.

His footsteps were light and quick, like a deer descending a mountain.

Jiang Che stumbled slightly from her tugging and sighed helplessly, "Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

But Su Qinghe couldn't wait any longer; she couldn't wait to start decorating their new home.

Two Lalamove vans were parked outside the courtyard gate, and four or five movers were unloading cardboard boxes one after another.

Su Qinghe stood at the main entrance directing traffic, "This box is for the kitchen, move it to the right-hand side on the first floor! That one is for the study, just put it at the bottom of the stairs on the second floor!"

She directed the work with great skill, her voice both sweet and gentle. Seeing how enthusiastic this pretty young girl was, the movers worked much harder than usual when carrying boxes.

Jiang Che originally wanted to help move two boxes, but as soon as he bent down, Su Qinghe slapped the back of his hand.

"Don't move it, what if you hurt your back?"

"You think I could strain my back just by moving a box?"

"Prevention is better than cure," Su Qinghe glared at him. "Your back is very important; you still have to pay your dues tonight."

The voice wasn't loud, but the nearest mover still managed to hear it faintly.

The craftsman smiled, shook his head, and carried the box away.

Although Jiang Che was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but twitch his lips when his girlfriend said that to him in front of outsiders.

He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice: "Very well, Su Qinghe, tonight I'll show you what it means to double your public grain tax."

Su Qinghe blinked, then pressed on instead of backing down: "Okay, then I'll go buy you two cans of Red Bull to keep on hand?"

Jiang Che: "..."

Okay, he lost.

I lost willingly.

After moving all the boxes, Su Qinghe began her enthusiastic setup project.

She started in the kitchen, putting away the pots, pans, and her little yellow duck timer one by one, and then went upstairs to tidy up the study.

She carefully took the seashell wind chimes she brought back from Xiamen out of the box, climbed onto a stool, and hung them on the hook by the study window.

When the window was opened, a gust of wind blew in, and the seashells gently collided, making a pleasant, crisp sound.

Su Qinghe squatted on the stool and listened contentedly for a while.

What they brought from Lincheng was not just luggage.

And every memory she has of being with A-Che.

Jiang Che was in charge of the heavy physical work, disassembling and arranging several heavy boxes.

He was very efficient and finished his work in less than half an hour. Then Su Qinghe called him over to be free labor.

"Ah Che, come help me lift this small cabinet. I want to put it by the bedside."

"Ah Che, this curtain rod is crooked, can you adjust it for me?"

"A-Che—"

"What's wrong now?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Jiang Che complained a couple of times, but his hands didn't slow down at all.

He actually quite likes this feeling.

The two of them busied themselves decorating their little home together. This everyday life felt so real, so real, that he would sometimes have a daze and feel as if they were already married and living a long and peaceful life together.

By the time everything was put in place, it was already dark.

The light outside the window gradually changed from warm orange to grayish blue, and the streetlights in the villa area lit up one after another.

Exhausted, Su Qinghe collapsed onto the living room sofa, her legs dangling over the armrests, looking like a kitten lying on its back.

"I'm exhausted..."

Jiang Che folded the last empty cardboard box and placed it by the door. When he came back, he saw her curled up on the sofa and couldn't help but flick her forehead.

"If you're tired, take a break first, wait a bit—"

Before he could finish speaking, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Bai Qing calling.

Jiang Che answered the phone, "Hey Mom, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Che, have you packed everything?"

"That's about it."

"Don't rest for too long, come home for dinner tonight."

"Your grandparents are both here. They came all the way from the old house, just wanting to see Qinghe as soon as possible."

Jiang Che hummed in agreement, then asked, "Where's Dad?"

"Your dad is even more excited than you. He didn't go to work in the afternoon. As soon as he got off work at noon, he rushed back to urge the kitchen to prepare the dishes. Lobster, abalone, and other delicacies. In short, the feast should be comparable to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast."

"...Okay, then let's pack up and head over."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Che looked down at Su Qinghe, who was still pretending to be dead on the sofa, and said, "Qinghe."

"Um?"

"Get up, we need to go back to the Jiang family in a little while."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe's eyelids lifted slightly in a daze. After realizing what was happening, she suddenly turned over and sat up.

"Go to the Jiang family?!"

"Yes, my mom said my grandparents are both here tonight and invited us over for dinner."

Su Qinghe's drowsiness vanished instantly.

The little figure in her head had already started spinning in circles.

Going to the Jiang family's old house means meeting her grandparents, uncles and aunts, and possibly a bunch of relatives and elders whose names she has never even heard of.

The last time I met Mr. Jiang Zhenshan in Atlanta, the atmosphere was quite good, but it was a hasty meeting under special circumstances.

This time it's a formal visit.

Su Qinghe suddenly became so nervous that she couldn't sit still.

"Ah Che, what should I wear? I'm all sweaty, should I take a shower first?"

"And also, I need to figure out which box I put my cosmetics in. I need to get ready..."

As she spoke, she jumped off the sofa barefoot and hurriedly ran upstairs.

Jiang Che grabbed her arm. "No rush, Miss. It's only six o'clock. Just get there before seven-thirty."

"You don't understand, it takes girls a lot of time to dress up carefully!"

Su Qinghe turned to look at him, her expression extremely serious. "When we're at home, it's fine if I'm a little lazy, because you won't mind."

"But this is my first time officially visiting your house, so I have to dress up nicely."

Jiang Che genuinely felt it wasn't necessary, "But you look good even without dressing up."

"That's different. Looking good is one thing, but attitude is another."

After giving a brief explanation, Su Qinghe broke free from his hand and ran upstairs to the second floor.

Jiang Che didn't stop her anymore. After all, as she said, her willingness to dress up properly to meet his family was an attitude in itself.

Moreover, Su Qinghe is very sensitive to the emotions of her elders.

She was afraid of being disliked, afraid of being criticized, afraid that she might do something wrong and make the Jiang family think that she was not good enough for him.

Jiang Che was well aware of all these things.

……

An hour later.

Jiang Che was leaning back on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, looking utterly bored.

Hearing footsteps coming from the stairs not far away, he subconsciously looked up.

Su Qinghe changed into a light apricot-colored dress. The hem of the dress reached below her knees, and the waist-cinching design perfectly accentuated her slender waist, making her look both obedient and gentle.