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

At this point, Su Qinghe chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Isn't it pretty silly? It's completely useless. They are my guardians. Even if it goes to court, they'll only get a minor punishment in the end..."

Jiang Che sighed softly. He hadn't expected this reason, and he felt quite uncomfortable.

While feeling regretful, he felt even more sorry for Su Qinghe. How old was this girl?

At eighteen, an age when she should be nestled in her parents' arms and studying carefree at school, she was already thinking about how to use the law to fight for her legal rights.

"It's pretty silly."

Jiang Che couldn't resist ruffling her hair again, turning her freshly combed hair into a mess once more. "Trying to reason with a thug is like a scholar encountering a soldier; you can't reason with him."

Su Qinghe covered her head and whispered in defense, "It's better than doing nothing..."

"I'm not denying your previous efforts. What I'm saying is that now that you've met me, you don't need to go through all that trouble figuring out how to deal with them anymore."

Jiang Che pushed the shopping cart back up, his tone becoming slightly colder and harder, "Sending those scumbags who ruined you like this to jail for a few days is too lenient for them."

He didn't need Su Qinghe to collect any evidence, nor did he need her to argue with those people in court.

First, the process is too slow; second, there are too many variables.

Now that the old man had agreed to help, he could go all out and do it, which made things much simpler and more straightforward.

Uncle Liu's side is always very efficient; I estimate they'll be able to find out everything about the Su family in the next couple of days.

Then we'll have their Achilles' heel, and we can do whatever we want with them, depending on our mood.

"All you need to do now is relax. Leave this to me, you don't need to worry about it."

Jiang Che looked down at the girl who still looked worried, and reached out to pinch her soft cheek. "I said I would avenge you, so none of them will escape."

Su Qinghe pouted slightly as he pinched her lips, and mumbled an indistinct "Mmm".

She didn't really expect to do anything to those people. As long as she could stay far away from them and stop being beaten and going hungry, she would be content.

But Jiang Che said he could take revenge.

Then she believed it.

After browsing around for a while, the two pushed their shopping carts, piled high with goods, to the checkout.

The cashier's hands were cramping from scanning so many codes, and the beeping sound kept going off.

As Su Qinghe listened to the sound, she silently calculated the price in her mind.

With each ring, her heart skipped a beat. How much money must that cost?

"That's 1,856 yuan in total," the cashier announced.

Su Qinghe was startled, looking at him with a puzzled expression as to why the supermarket items were so expensive.

But these were just routine matters for Jiang Che. He didn't even blink, and simply took out his phone to pay.

When I walked out of the supermarket carrying two large bags of my spoils, it was already completely dark outside.

The dim streetlights cast a soft, yellowish glow on the snow-covered ground.

The cold wind howled, stinging my face.

Jiang Che just bought another scarf for Su Qinghe at the supermarket. He opened the package, picked up the scarf, and wrapped it around Su Qinghe's neck twice.

They covered the lower half of her face completely, leaving only her big, bewildered eyes blinking out.

"This scarf is quite nice, what do you think? Does it show too much?"

Su Qinghe shook her head, her voice muffled by the scarf, sounding deep and resonant: "It doesn't leak, it's very warm."

It was really warm; I was wearing a down jacket that cost several thousand yuan, fleece-lined boots, and a thick scarf around my neck.

Actually, Su Qinghe didn't want to wear so many clothes, because then she wouldn't be able to use the excuse of being cold to get close to Jiang Che or hold his hand.

The girl was pouting unhappily when Jiang Che suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed her small hand, and held it in his palm. "Let's go home."

go home……

These are just two simple words, but for Su Qinghe, they held an unparalleled allure.

She followed closely beside Jiang Che, her steps firm even though she couldn't see the road.

Back at the apartment, Jiang Che tossed two large bags of things into the entryway, changed his shoes, and then pressed Su Qinghe down on the sofa: "Sit still, I'll go get you a glass of water to warm you up."

Su Qinghe sat obediently, listening to the sounds of him busy in the kitchen.

A moment later, Jiang Che came over with a steaming cup of brown sugar water and handed it to her: "Drink it while it's hot to warm you up."

Su Qinghe held her cup and took a small sip, while Jiang Che was also busy, squatting down to start unpacking the pile of shopping bags.

"This pink one is your mouthwash cup. I put it on the left side of the sink, so don't touch the wrong one and use mine."

"This towel is pink too. Don't be disgusted when you see this whole room full of pink later. These are all girly colors handpicked by tough guys, and they suit you perfectly."

"These slippers..."

Jiang Che picked up the fluffy rabbit slippers, reached out and grabbed Su Qinghe's fair and slender ankles, wanting to put them on her.

Su Qinghe's legs trembled involuntarily, clearly startled, and she instinctively tried to pull her feet back: "I... I can do it myself..."

"Don't move." Jiang Che used a little force to hold her ankle, preventing her from kicking.

The girl's feet were very small, and although she was wearing socks, they were still a little cold.

Jiang Che's palms were large and warm. He loosened his grip on the girl's ankle and gently supported her soft arch.

Su Qinghe shyly raised her small hands to cover her face, pretended to struggle for a moment, and then gave up, letting Jiang Che put slippers on both of her feet.

After changing, Su Qinghe shook her two little feet, and immediately felt a fluffy touch on her feet, which was very soft and warm.

Jiang Che's cheeks were a little red when he got up. He pretended to be calm and fanned his face with his hand, while glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Hey, are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight? Takeout or...?"

"I'll cook!"

Su Qinghe raised her hand like a well-behaved elementary school student, her expression both eager and expectant.

Jiang Che spent the whole day spending money on her, buying her clothes, a phone, and snacks, and even helping her vent her anger.

She felt like a parasite who only took, doing nothing but causing him trouble. The guilt was so intense that it was suffocating her.

If she didn't do something to prove her worth, she was afraid she would really become the "burden" Jiang Che talked about.

Jiang Che paused for a moment, then laughed: "You cooked? Have you forgotten who was making a racket in the kitchen this morning, smashing dishes all the time?"

"I can do it! Give me another chance!"

Su Qinghe hurriedly stood up, trying to prove herself, "At home... in that old place, I was always the one who cooked."

"I can cut vegetables. Although I'm blind, I have a feel for it, so I'm not afraid of cutting my hand..."