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The welcome party concluded at 9:30 p.m.

Su Qinghe's piano solo unsurprisingly became the most discussed program of the night.

The number of posts about her on the campus forum had already exceeded fifty before the party even ended.

However, Su Qinghe, the person involved, was unaware of this.

After she came out from backstage, she went home with Jiang Che to rest.

After a full day of military training, and then in the afternoon she had to do makeup and perform, so she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

After returning home, Su Qinghe removed her makeup, took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and nestled on the sofa, eating snacks and watching TV.

It would occasionally let out a very wild laugh.

This is completely inconsistent with the elegant goddess image she had on stage just now.

Jiang Che brought out a cup of warm honey water from the kitchen and handed it to her.

Su Qinghe reached out and took it, chewing on potato chips as she mumbled, "Thank you, A-Che."

Jiang Che sat down next to her and found it so cute to see her chewing with her cheeks puffed out, so he couldn't resist ruffling her head.

An hour ago, she was the piano goddess who held the breath of more than two thousand people in the audience, but now she has become a little girl who is curled up on the sofa, hugging a bag of snacks and laughing foolishly.

This contrast might seem disillusioning to others.

But Jiang Che felt that this was the real Su Qinghe.

The Su Qinghe on stage was certainly stunning, but the Su Qinghe offstage, curled up with her legs tucked up, oblivious to the potato chip crumbs she'd spilled on her pajamas, was the one who belonged only to him.

The two of them leaned against the sofa and watched TV for a while.

After watching for a while, Su Qinghe couldn't help but yawn, and her eyelids started to droop.

She was really exhausted today.

She stood in the military training all morning, then went to do makeup and rehearsals in the afternoon, and performed on stage in the evening. It's quite impressive that she's managed to keep going this far.

After several futile struggles with drowsiness, Su Qinghe finally gave in and fell asleep leaning against Jiang Che's shoulder.

Jiang Che glanced down at her, then turned off the TV, carefully picked her up, and carried her back to the bedroom to rest.

……

The next morning.

Jiang Che was woken up by a cell phone ringing.

"Feed".

"Son, are you up yet?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was Jiang Dahai's.

Unlike his usual carefree and playful tone on the phone, Jiang Dahai's voice was unusually serious today.

"It's starting now."

Jiang Che reached out and rubbed the corner of his eye, then turned over and sat up against the headboard.

"It's good that you're up. Then take Qinghe home for breakfast later." Jiang Dahai paused for a moment, "After you eat, come to the study with me. I have something to talk to you about."

Jiang Che's mind was much clearer at this point, and he naturally noticed something amiss.

My dad has always been straightforward. If he simply missed them, he wouldn't have used this tone, and he certainly wouldn't have mentioned at the end that he wanted to talk about something.

The study was where the Jiang family discussed serious matters.

The last time his grandfather called him to the study for a talk, it was about the important matter of succession and planning.

This time, his father called him personally, and the time was so urgent that he had to choose to do it very early in the morning.

It's probably related to what he discovered during his internship at the company some time ago.

Jiang Che went through the whole story in his mind in just a few seconds.

During his few weeks in the president's office, he secretly investigated the abnormal accounts of the Southwest Branch, traced the flow of funds of Ruichang Construction, and followed the clues to uncover Gangcheng Yingheng Capital.

He believed he had done a sufficiently discreet series of actions.

But Jiang Dahai is, after all, the one in charge.

Even if Lin Zhengyang didn't report it, since his son was digging up old dirt at the company, he still asked Uncle Liu for help in the investigation, and Uncle Liu's information would eventually reach his father's ears.

So he wasn't surprised at all that his father knew these things.

"Okay, we'll pack up and head over in a bit," Jiang Che replied.

Su Qinghe was also woken up by their phone call.

Just as Jiang Che hung up the phone, he noticed a rustling sound coming from the blankets next to him.

Turning his head, he saw Su Qinghe rubbing her head against his arm, half asleep.

"Ah Che...who's calling so early..."

Jiang Che patted her head: "It was Dad who called. He said he missed us and wanted us to go back for breakfast later."

Su Qinghe hummed with her eyes closed, and after two seconds she belatedly opened them, her almond-shaped eyes still watery from sleep, looking somewhat dazed.

"Shall we go now?"

"No rush, you can sleep a little longer."

Su Qinghe hummed in agreement, turned over and buried her face back in the pillow, muttering, "Then don't sneak away without calling me."

After saying that, he fell silent again.

Jiang Che chuckled silently, then threw off the covers and got out of bed to wash up.

When he finished brushing his teeth and washing his face and came back, Su Qinghe had already struggled to sit up.

Although my eyelids were still drooping, I managed to pull myself out of sleep.

"You should dress nicely when you go to your parents' house for dinner."

After saying something in a low voice, Su Qinghe shuffled towards the dressing room in her slippers.

Every time she went to the Jiang family, she would put a lot of thought into her clothes and appearance.

Although the elders of the Jiang family had always treated her very well, she always kept in mind that she couldn't let Jiang Che's family think she wasn't proper enough.

Jiang Che knew about this idea and had tried to dissuade him many times.

Despite the advice, Su Qinghe still insisted on being particular.

Jiang Che couldn't do anything about it. Anyway, there were all kinds of clothes in the walk-in closet, so he let her dress up as she pleased.

Anyway, if his girlfriend is prettier, he definitely won't lose out.

Su Qinghe flipped through the clothes and finally chose a light blue cotton shirt dress, paired with a pair of white canvas shoes.

She didn't wear makeup or style her hair; she just tied it into a low ponytail and came out.

Clean and refreshing, it makes people feel good just looking at it.

At 7:20, Liu Anping drove the two to the Jiang family's old house.

After the two got into the car, Su Qinghe quietly leaned on Jiang Che's shoulder and took a nap for a while.

She was so tired yesterday. Even though she had rested all night, she was still incredibly sleepy.

While she was resting, Jiang Che took out his phone and looked through the information he had compiled about the Southwest Branch.

If Dad really wants to talk about this today, I need to sort out every clue in my mind beforehand.

The write-off of 30 million yuan by Ruichang Construction, the two empty shells of Zhaofeng Engineering and Heng'an Technology, and the hidden thread that ultimately points to Gangcheng Yingheng Capital.

And the two people standing behind Yingheng—her second uncle Jiang Dahe and Ye Yunjin.

The network was more complex than he had initially imagined.

But Jiang Che was also considering something else.

Now that Dad knows all this, what is his attitude?

Did they already know the truth but remained inactive? Or did they only recently discover the signs?

If it's the former, then it means that Jiang Dahai's tolerance for his second uncle's line has a limit; he's just waiting for the right opportunity.

If it's the latter... then it means that his second uncle was hiding something even more deeply than he imagined.

So deep that even someone as seasoned in the business world as my father couldn't detect his true intentions.

But in either case, today's conversation will not be easy.