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

You brat, don't think that just because Jiang Che is protecting you and the old master and mistress like you, you can really sit securely in the position of the young mistress of the Jiang family.

The circle of people in the capital is not a small place like Lincheng.

There's still a long road ahead.

Jiang Dahe sat beside her, looking at his wife and daughter, his expression also not very good.

Tonight, their family originally came to investigate Su Qinghe's background and, incidentally, to cause trouble for Jiang Dahai's family.

Instead of getting any more stuff, Jiang Che publicly exposed his underwear.

In particular, Jiang Che directly brought up the fact that Jiang Yueyao couldn't make a name for herself abroad.

Jiang Dahe felt a burning pain on his face.

He cursed inwardly.

waste!

They're both useless!

Despite his cursing, he knew that staying any longer would only lead to further embarrassment.

So Jiang Dahe stood up and walked to Jiang Zhenshan and Song Huilan, forcing a smile.

"Dad, Mom, um... it's getting late, so we'll take Yao Yao home first."

Jiang Zhenshan held his teacup, too lazy to even lift his eyelids, and simply gave a faint "hmm".

Song Huilan merely glanced at them and coldly remarked, "Drive carefully."

Zhou Yazhi helped Jiang Yueyao to her feet, and before leaving, her gaze swept over Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe naturally didn't miss the resentment and malice hidden in those eyes.

She showed no fear whatsoever; in fact, she quietly reached out her hand and gently waved to them with a slight smile.

This immediately made Jiang Yueyao so angry that she gritted her teeth.

After Jiang Dahe's family left, Jiang Che saw that it was getting late and decided to take Su Qinghe back to rest.

When saying goodbye to Jiang Zhenshan and Song Huilan, Song Huilan held Su Qinghe's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Qinghe, come over for dinner whenever you have time, don't be shy with your grandma."

Su Qinghe nodded obediently: "Okay, Grandma."

The old lady patted the back of her hand, then glared at Jiang Che.

"Xiao Che, if you dare to bully Qing He, Grandma will never forgive you."

Jiang Che smiled wryly and repeatedly assured Song Huilan that he would treat Su Qinghe well.

Jiang Dahai and Bai Qing also came over and gave them several words of advice.

Looking at the happy family in front of her, Su Qinghe's feigned smile gradually turned into genuine affection.

This way of interacting with family members was a new experience for her.

Noisy, yet warm.

They are tactful yet approachable.

Unlike in the Su family, where everyone wears a mask and even eating a meal requires scheming about who sits where, who says what, and who embarrasses whom.

It was already late at night when we left the Jiang family mansion.

The two returned to the villa.

As soon as she entered the room, Su Qinghe changed into slippers and the first thing she did was run upstairs to the study to look at the seashell wind chimes.

Just then, a night breeze blew by, and the wind chimes swayed gently in the wind, making a crisp and melodious sound.

Hearing this voice, Su Qinghe's nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed completely.

This is her and Jiang Che's new home.

It's not the kind of place like the Jiang family mansion where you unconsciously have to put on airs.

Although her uncles, aunts, grandfathers, and grandmothers all treat her very well, she still needs to be mindful of her behavior in front of them.

Here, she no longer has to be careful; she can run around in slippers, snuggle in Jiang Che's arms, and do whatever she wants.

At this moment, Jiang Che slowly walked upstairs. As he walked into the bedroom, he said to Su Qinghe, "Go take a shower first, and go to bed early afterward. You've been up and about for too long today."

"sleep?"

Su Qinghe turned to look at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "Don't you still have your grain tax to pay?"

Jiang Che rubbed his temples.

"Su Qinghe, can you please forget about this?"

"cannot."

Su Qinghe's answer was crisp and concise.

Jiang Che: "..."

Okay, there's no escaping it.

Su Qinghe was in a good mood and went to the bathroom with her pajamas.

When she came out of the shower, she was wearing a light pink nightgown, her hair was half dry, and her cheeks were flushed from the steam.

Seeing that Jiang Che had not yet returned, she took her notebook and sat down at the small desk in the bedroom.

Turn on the desk lamp, turn to a new blank page, pick up a pen and write carefully:

July 16th, sunny.

Today was the first time I met A-Che's family as his girlfriend.

Grandma is very gentle, Auntie is also very gentle, Uncle is very funny, Grandpa doesn't talk much, but he's very good to me.

A-Che held my hand the whole time.

His second uncle and aunt disliked me and humiliated me, but he stood in front of me without hesitation and cursed back for me.

Su Qinghe stopped writing at this point.

The pen tip hovered over the paper, not falling for a long time.

She thought of the background and social standing that Jiang Yueyao had mentioned at the dinner table.

He thought of Zhou Yazhi's scrutinizing gaze.

She also thought of how Jiang Che stood up for her without hesitation.

She was naturally moved.

While I was moved, I also felt a little uneasy.

The better Jiang Che was, the more she wanted to become excellent herself.

It's not to please others.

It was so that one day, when others mentioned Jiang Che's companion, they wouldn't just say "she's lucky."

She hopes others will say the same thing—

Su Qinghe is a very good person.

Thinking of this, she wrote a very small sentence on the last line:

I want to be worthy of him.

Just as he finished writing, Jiang Che's lazy voice suddenly came from behind him: "What are you secretly writing?"

Su Qinghe's shoulders trembled in fright, and she quickly reached out to close the ledger.

But Jiang Che was faster than her.

With a swift stretch of his long arm, the notebook landed easily in his hand.

"Ah Che!" Su Qinghe immediately blushed and tried to snatch it away, "Don't look!"

Jiang Che raised the ledger high, then used his other hand to press down on her head, teasing her with a grin, "Hey Su, you've already written it down, are you afraid I'll see it?"

"Oh dear, that's a girl's secret! Don't peek!"

But in reality, although she said it was a secret, Su Qinghe struggled a couple of times and then stopped resisting.

Because she was also curious to see how A-Che would react after seeing what she had written.

Jiang Che naturally noticed the small print written on the last line very quickly—

"I want to be someone who is worthy of him."

Jiang Che was slightly taken aback.

In Jiang Che's view, Su Qinghe was never a parasitic plant clinging to him.

She is intelligent, resilient, and has a ruthless streak hidden deep inside.

But over the years, no one told her that she was perfectly fine.

Seeing that Jiang Che remained silent, Su Qinghe began to feel uneasy.

She wasn't afraid of Jiang Che laughing at her for being pretentious; she was just afraid that he wouldn't say a word after reading it.

Taking advantage of Jiang Che's momentary daze, Su Qinghe reached out and snatched the ledger back.

The moment her fingers touched the notebook, Jiang Che casually wrapped his arm around her waist.

The next second, he pulled her into his arms.

Su Qinghe exclaimed in surprise, lost her balance, and swayed as she fell onto his lap.