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

Soon, the two returned to the villa.

The first thing Jiang Che did after entering the house was to throw himself onto the sofa and lie there motionless.

enough.

Really enough.

This morning, I was first called to my father's study for more than an hour to discuss corporate conspiracy theories. It was about Lin Zhengyang being an inside man, Zhao Guodong transferring assets, and the mastermind behind Hong Kong Yingheng Capital.

My mind is filled with arrows, networks of relationships, and diagrams of fund flows.

Jiang Che is only eighteen years old this year.

What should a normal 18-year-old male college student do on weekends?

Playing video games.

Sleeping in late.

Being affectionate with my girlfriend.

Instead of sitting in the study discussing with his father how to set a trap to send his own second uncle to jail.

Jiang Che stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling for a while.

Today is Saturday.

Saturday should be a time to completely relax.

What Zhao Guodong, what Lin Zhengyang, what Ye Yunjin?

Get out of here, all of you, until Monday.

Su Qinghe changed into slippers in the entryway and walked in. When she saw Jiang Che sprawled on the sofa, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Ah Che, you look quite different from the composed young gentleman you were in front of your aunt and uncle earlier."

"I don't need to pretend when I'm with you; I can be myself."

Jiang Che waved his hand with his eyes closed, "Outside, I'm the future heir of the Jiang Sheng Group; at home, I'm just a salted fish."

"So... does the salted fish want some water?"

"want."

Su Qinghe went to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it over. Jiang Che took it, tilted his head back, and drank half of it. Then he put the glass on the coffee table, grabbed Su Qinghe's wrist, and pulled her to sit down next to him.

The two sat side by side on the sofa, neither of them speaking.

There was silence for about three minutes.

Jiang Che turned his head and glanced at Su Qinghe.

The girl, dressed in a skirt, sat obediently beside him, her hair pulled back, revealing a section of her fair and slender nape.

The skirt spread out on the sofa cushions, making her look clean and well-behaved.

Jiang Che's gaze suddenly became somewhat intense.

In the past week, due to military training and other miscellaneous matters, the two of them were exhausted every day, and after washing up at night, they would fall asleep immediately.

The last time we had close contact was the last time.

For a healthy, energetic 18-year-old male college student, going too long without intimate contact with his girlfriend can easily damage his health.

So that means—

Jiang Che swallowed hard, then turned to look at Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe noticed his gaze and turned her head to look at him with some confusion.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, Su Qinghe seemed to realize Jiang Che's thoughts, and the tips of her ears turned red at a visible speed.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Che said seriously, "I just think your dress looks really nice today."

Su Qinghe: "..."

Of course she knew what Jiang Che was thinking.

Actually, she wanted to too.

She was exhausted after a whole week. Her legs were sore from standing at attention during military training, and she had to squeeze in time to review her professional knowledge when she got home at night. She was so tired that she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

But today is the weekend.

A weekend where you don't have to do anything, yet you can do anything.

Su Qinghe pursed her lips and asked softly, "Then... let's go back to the room?"

Jiang Che: "Hmm?"

"Go back to your room," Su Qinghe repeated, raising her voice slightly.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

Jiang Che desperately suppressed the smile on his lips, while deliberately moving his body closer to her.

Su Qinghe looked up and glared at him. "Jiang Che, you did this on purpose."

"No, your voice was really too soft, I really couldn't hear you."

Without saying a word, Su Qinghe stood up and turned to walk towards the stairs.

After taking a couple of steps and finding no movement behind him, he turned around and looked back.

Jiang Che was still sitting on the sofa, looking at her with a smile.

"Fine, if you're not coming, then forget it," Su Qinghe said, quickening her pace.

Jiang Che immediately sprang to his feet from the sofa and chased after him in a few quick steps.

……

……

Two hours later.

Su Qinghe had regained some of her strength and snuggled closer to Jiang Che.

"A-Che".

"Um?"

"We have a swimming pool in our backyard, right?"

Jiang Che turned his head to look at her. "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Su Qinghe propped herself up, looking at him with bright eyes, "I want to go swimming."

"...You just said you were exhausted."

"That was just now, it's back to normal now," Su Qinghe said softly and coquettishly.

Jiang Che looked her up and down; she certainly didn't look as listless and exhausted as she had just been.

He was startled. If the recovery speed was always like this, wouldn't that mean his recovery speed would have to keep up?

Otherwise, wouldn't everyone die from exhaustion?

"Moreover," Su Qinghe's tone held a hint of anticipation, "I haven't used that swimming pool even once since we moved here."

That's the truth.

When Su Qinghe visited the villa, she was very excited to see that there was a swimming pool in the backyard.

But then there was moving, packing, school military training, and all sorts of other things, so the swimming pool remained empty and dusty.

"Do you have a swimsuit?" Jiang Che asked.

Su Qinghe nodded. "Have you forgotten? Before I went to Atlanta last time, I bought a set online."

"Oh, that one."

Jiang Che remembered it: that white two-piece swimsuit.

"Okay, let's go then."

Jiang Che threw off the covers and sat up, pulling on a short-sleeved shirt. "Go change your clothes, I'll go down to check on the pool first."

Su Qinghe stayed curled up in bed, clutching her blanket, without moving. "Okay, you can go out first."

"...We've been married for so long, what haven't we seen before?"

"That's different!"

"What's different?"

"It's just different! Get out!"

Jiang Che wisely raised his hands in surrender and backed out of the bedroom.

After going downstairs, Jiang Che went straight to the swimming pool in the backyard.

It's called a backyard swimming pool, but it's not actually outdoors; it's inside a small house.

After pushing open the door, you'll find a heated swimming pool inside.

To be more precise, it could be called a family-style swimming pool.

The swimming pool isn't particularly large, about the size of a standard basketball court.

But it's definitely more than enough for two people.

Jiang Che had his servants fill the pool with water, and then squatted down by the pool to test the water temperature.

There was no cold feeling; when the water flowed onto my palm, it brought a warm and cozy sensation.

The temperature is just right.

Jiang Che then got up and took two bath towels, draped them over the lounge chair next to him, and then adjusted the pool lights to a warmer tone.

Just as I finished doing all that, I heard footsteps behind me.

Jiang Che turned around and saw Su Qinghe appear behind him.

She wore a white two-piece swimsuit, revealing a slender waistline.

Her long hair was tied up and pinned back with hair clips, and without the cover of her clothes, her body proportions were fully exposed.

Jiang Che's Adam's apple bobbed.

Su Qinghe felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and crossed her arms in front of her. "You... don't keep staring at me."