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

Upon getting closer, Jiang Che noticed that she was wearing makeup.

Her long hair was pinned behind her ear with a pearl hair clip, revealing her sharp jawline and a section of her fair neck.

The makeup was applied very delicately, the eyebrows were softly shaped, and the lip color was a warm dusty rose, just right, neither too heavy nor too light.

The white jade bracelet that Bai Qing had given her was now hanging quietly on her right wrist, complementing her simple and elegant attire, making her look just like a girl raised in a wealthy family.

Jiang Che just stared straight at Su Qinghe.

He watched Su Qinghe wherever she went. Eventually, she became so uncomfortable under his gaze that she gently bit her lip and asked softly, "What's wrong? Is it not pretty?"

"It looks great, how could it not look great?"

Jiang Che's gaze lingered on her for a long time before reluctantly turning away. "My girlfriend is so beautiful, as her boyfriend, can't I take a few more glances?"

"Pfft... Of course you can! Watch as long as you want!"

Su Qinghe chuckled at his words, which eased her tension considerably.

She walked quickly to Jiang Che and twirled around, her skirt billowing in a gentle breeze.

She then looked down at her outfit, still feeling a little uneasy. "Does it really look good? Is it too plain? Maybe I should go change into another dress..."

"It's really good-looking. I'd never get a top-tier character in my entire life if I were lying."

"Oh, then I believe you."

……

After Liu Anping led the two into the car, the group headed towards the Jiang family mansion.

The car drove through most of the bustling streets of Beijing in the night, and finally turned into a wide, tree-lined avenue completely shaded by plane trees.

The light from the streetlights filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patterns, instantly shifting the atmosphere from the hustle and bustle of the city to a calm and serene stillness.

Su Qinghe leaned against the car window and looked out.

The walls on both sides of the road are getting higher and higher, and the building outlines revealed behind the walls are becoming more and more impressive.

Every so often you can see a guard booth, and the security guards standing in the booths look much more energetic than the old men who guard the entrances of ordinary residential areas.

She had a vague premonition, but when the car finally stopped in front of a large, dark gray iron gate, Su Qinghe couldn't help but open her mouth into an "O" shape.

The iron gate slowly opened to both sides.

After the car entered, a straight stone-paved road stretched forward, lined with neatly trimmed boxwood trees on both sides. Warm-colored ground lights were embedded under the trees, illuminating the entire road like a passageway leading to a palace.

After driving a little further, a large mansion that blends Chinese and modern styles came into view.

The main building has three floors, with a side building on each side and a spacious courtyard in the middle.

The courtyard has a pond, a rockery, a pavilion, and two ginkgo trees that look to be at least a hundred years old.

Su Qinghe looked out the window at everything, her throat moved, but she couldn't say a word for several seconds.

When she was imprisoned in the manor by Ye Yunjin, she thought that place was already big and grand enough.

I never expected there would be such a master.

Moreover, although Ye Yunjin's manor is large, it is located in the suburbs. The large area is due to two reasons: firstly, there is more space, and secondly, the land is much cheaper than in the city.

But the Jiang family's residence is located in the capital city.

Every single brick and tile in this location, if you just took one, would probably be enough to buy a small house in Beijing.

Su Qinghe silently thought to herself, "The Jiang family is awesome."

As for Jiang Che, he wasn't particularly familiar with this place either.

Because the Jiang family moved to Beijing later, and he spends most of the year studying in Lincheng, only coming to reunite with his family during the Spring Festival.

But no matter what, walking on this stone-paved road always gives you a feeling of coming home.

The car came to a steady stop below the steps in front of the main building.

Liu Anping got out of the car first and went around to the back to open the car door for the two of them.

Jiang Che leaned out first, then naturally extended a hand towards Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe placed her fingers on his palm and used the leverage to get out of the car.

Liu Anping led the way, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Every servant who passed by stopped what they were doing and bowed slightly to Jiang Che and Su Qinghe.

"Greetings, young master."

"Hello, Miss."

One sound after another, as orderly as if it had been rehearsed.

Su Qinghe felt a little embarrassed by being called out. She tugged at Jiang Che's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Ah Che, they're saying hello to me..."

"Yes, you're the young mistress of this house, isn't it normal for us to greet you?"

"But... but how should I reply?"

"Just nod, don't be nervous."

Su Qinghe then nodded earnestly to every servant who greeted her on the way. Sometimes, if she was walking too fast to respond in time, she would turn back and give them another greeting.

This made several older women laugh, and they exchanged glances, their eyes saying, "This future young mistress is so well-behaved."

Cross the courtyard and step onto the bluestone steps in front of the main hall.

The hall doors were wide open, and the interior was brightly lit, with warm light spilling out and covering the floor in an orange hue.

Before Su Qinghe even reached the door, she heard a strong, resonant voice coming from inside—

"Here we are! Aren't we here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure came out from the main hall to greet him.

No need to guess, it's Jiang Dahai.

Jiang Dahai strode down the steps, his gaze sweeping across Jiang Che's face for a second before immediately locking onto Su Qinghe.

"Oh, Qinghe's here!"

He immediately grabbed Su Qinghe's hand, his affectionate attitude completely like that of someone seeing their own daughter.

"You've lost weight! Your face looks so much thinner!"

"Hey you brat, haven't you been taking good care of her lately? Huh?"

"..."

Jiang Che rolled his eyes. "Dad, forget about whether I've taken good care of my wife. Could you please let Qinghe come in and sit down first?"

"Oh right, right, look at my brain, I was just too happy."

Jiang Dahai slapped his forehead, then stepped aside to make way, "Come on, Qinghe, come on in, come on in."

Su Qinghe was pulled inside by Jiang Dahai's hand, her steps a little hurried, and she subconsciously glanced back at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che mouthed "It's okay" to her, and then followed the two into the main hall.

The layout inside the hall is even more elaborate than it appears from the outside.

Hanging directly opposite was a landscape painting with two red seals at the bottom. Su Qinghe couldn't tell who painted it, but just by looking at the brushstrokes and the mounting, she felt that the painting was definitely not cheap.

Bai Qing sat on a single sofa on one side of the main seat in the living room, with a cup of tea beside her.

Today she wore a moon-white, modernized cheongsam, her hair was neatly styled, and she looked as dignified as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Upon seeing Su Qinghe enter, Bai Qing's gaze swept over her for a moment before a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Qinghe, come and sit down."