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

Just as Jiang Yueyao's hand was about to touch her, Su Qinghe dodged to the side, her right hand instinctively gripping the other's wrist, then her fingertips exerting a slight force—

Jiang Yueyao gasped in pain, her already distorted face now so deformed it was unbearable to look at, extremely ugly.

Su Qinghe also changed her previous gentle and sweet image, looking down at Jiang Yueyao with indifference and coldness in both her tone and eyes.

"Jiang Yueyao, I gave you face before because you are A-Che's sister."

"But if you insist on forcing me to quit, then I don't mind."

"If you don't want to die, you'd better not mess with me again."

Su Qinghe's voice was not loud, and her tone was not very varied.

But it is precisely this cold indifference, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, that is more chilling than any hysterical outburst.

Jiang Yueyao's face was contorted beyond recognition, tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips trembled as she tried to say something harsh, but only a few sobs escaped her throat.

She never imagined that Su Qinghe, who appeared so well-behaved and gentle at the dinner table, would be like this in private.

There was not a trace of fear in those beautiful eyes.

There was only a chilling feeling that made one's heart race.

Jiang Yueyao felt a chill run down her spine.

Wasn't she blind before?

Isn't she a pitiful wretch from a small town?

Why does she have this kind of aura?

Why does she dare to treat me like this?

The moonlight shone on the two girls.

One was pale and trembling, the other was indifferent and calm.

Just then, footsteps sounded on the pebble path behind them.

"Qinghe?"

Su Qinghe subconsciously turned around and saw Jiang Che walking over from the other end of the corridor.

His gaze first fell on Su Qinghe's face, then followed her arm down.

Soon, they saw her gripping Jiang Yueyao's wrist, and Jiang Yueyao's pale, teary face.

Su Qinghe subconsciously let go of his hand.

Her mind was in a mess. Her lips moved as if she wanted to explain something, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know how to say them.

She couldn't very well just say, "Jiang Yueyao provoked me first," could she?

Although it was indeed Jiang Yueyao who provoked her first.

But that sounds like shirking responsibility.

Just as Su Qinghe was lost in thought, Jiang Che had already walked up to the two of them.

His gaze lingered for a second on Jiang Yueyao's pale and bluish face before landing on Su Qinghe's somewhat bewildered face.

"A-Che, I..."

Just as Su Qinghe was about to speak, Jiang Che raised his hand to interrupt her.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yueyao expressionlessly. "Jiang Yueyao."

Jiang Yueyao covered her wrist, which had been pinched red, tears welling up in her eyes.

She thought Jiang Che had come to stand up for her.

After all, she was his cousin, a member of the Jiang family.

Su Qinghe, an outsider, hit her in front of the Jiang family. No matter how you look at it, Su Qinghe is definitely in the wrong.

Jiang Yueyao sniffed, forcing a pitiful expression as she accused, "Brother, look at her! I only said a few words to her, and she—"

"roll."

Jiang Yueyao shrank back under his gaze and took several steps back before regaining her balance.

Her lips trembled as she tried to explain, but when she met Jiang Che's gaze, she swallowed back all the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Jiang Che was too lazy to waste words with her. His voice was cold and indifferent, as if he were shooing away a fly: "Go back to your parents and then get out of this yard as fast as you can."

"you--"

"Get the hell out of here, Jiang Yueyao? Are you a masochist? Didn't you get enough of being beaten earlier? Do you want me to kick you a few more times?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueyao stood there in disbelief for several seconds before finally bursting into tears. She clutched her wrist and turned to run away.

Su Qinghe stared blankly at Jiang Yueyao's disheveled figure as she ran away, then looked up at Jiang Che beside her.

Jiang Che seemed to see through her thoughts and smiled slightly, teasingly saying, "Su Qinghe, you're not thinking of asking why I'm not angry with you, are you?"

Su Qinghe blinked twice.

It was obvious that Jiang Che guessed correctly.

"Why would I be angry? Jiang Yueyao is just asking for a beating."

Jiang Che gave a wry smile. "When we were little, she always took my toys and made me unhappy. But I'm not one to hold grudges, so I just gave them to her when she wanted them."

Jiang Che's tone was completely indifferent as he said this.

Su Qinghe tilted her head and thought for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "So why were you being so petty tonight?"

Jiang Che looked down at her and said matter-of-factly, "How can that be the same? I don't care if she provokes me; at worst, I'll just consider it as being bitten by a dog."

"But if she provokes you, that won't do."

"Go ahead and mess with me, but if you mess with my girlfriend, I'll twist her head off and use it as a football."

Su Qinghe was amused by him and gently punched his arm, teaching him not to be so violent in the future.

Jiang Che countered with a half-smile, "Then who chased the kidnappers away before, and who just dragged Jiang Yueyao like that?"

Su Qinghe narrowed her beautiful eyes and gave a wicked smile: "I'm not only violent with my fists and feet, I'm even more violent in bed."

"The grain tax will be doubled again tonight."

Jiang Che: "..."

Looking at Su Qinghe's self-righteous little face, he was momentarily at a loss as to whether to refute her "declaration of violence" or to mourn for his kidneys for three seconds.

"Su Qinghe, you really don't treat me like an outsider anymore."

Su Qinghe blinked, her tone utterly innocent: "You're not an outsider, are you?"

Jiang Che was momentarily speechless.

Row.

There's really no way to refute that.

He reached out and pinched Su Qinghe's cheek, saying irritably, "Let's go, don't stand in the wind in the yard, Grandma and the others are still waiting inside."

Su Qinghe nodded obediently and followed Jiang Che back.

She had only taken two steps when she couldn't help but look back at the direction Jiang Yueyao had run off to.

She didn't actually feel much joy after the victory.

More than anything, there was a strange calm.

Back in the Su family, she was bullied, ridiculed, and oppressed by her status and background. Many times, she didn't even have the right to fight back.

Because there was no one behind her.

But things are different now.

Jiang Che was by her side.

It was precisely because of Jiang Che that she dared to raise her head, dared to fight back, and dared to tell others that she was not a pushover.

Su Qinghe said to herself in her heart.

Su Qinghe, you can't always let A-Che stand in front of you.

You need to learn to stand by his side.

When the two returned to the front hall, they saw Jiang Yueyao sitting next to Zhou Yazhi, crying and complaining.

"mom……"

When Zhou Yazhi saw her daughter crying like this, her face immediately darkened.

She pulled Jiang Yueyao's wrist over and looked at it; the red mark was clearly visible.

Zhou Yazhi's anger surged up in waves.

Su Qinghe, it's Su Qinghe again!

The embarrassment the mother and daughter suffered tonight is entirely due to this little girl.

A flash of resentment crossed Zhou Yazhi's eyes, followed by a cold laugh in her heart.