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

Jiang Che was a little puzzled as to who would send him a message at this hour.

I picked up my phone and looked at the message. The moment I saw the message, most of my drowsiness vanished.

The screen was displaying the investigation report sent by Uncle Liu.

[Liu Anping: Young Master, the preliminary results of the background check on Lin Zhengyang are in.]

What followed was a long message with a lot of information.

Lin Zhengyang's only son, Lin Qiming, was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia three years ago and is currently undergoing chemotherapy.

The treatment costs far exceeded what his salary could cover.

During the same period, Zhao Guodong of the Southwest Branch transferred a total of 800,000 yuan to Lin Zhengyang's account in his personal capacity.

[The transfer record has been screenshotted and saved.]

Jiang Che narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering to himself.

Eight hundred thousand.

For a mid-level manager in the president's office of Jiang Sheng Group, this is no small sum.

However, it is not much for the treatment cost of a leukemia patient.

Especially for acute lymphoblastic leukemia, bone marrow aspiration, chemotherapy, targeted drugs, and pre-transplant assessment—any one of these steps can cost at least six figures.

Zhao Guodong's 800,000 yuan was just the right amount.

Just enough to get Lin Zhengyang on the pirate ship when he was most desperate, without causing so much financial irregularities.

That's quite shrewd.

At the same time, Jiang Che couldn't help but recall what Su Qinghe had said in the car earlier.

Now it seems that what Su Qinghe said is indeed true.

Lin Zhengyang did not defect to the enemy voluntarily, but was forced to do so because someone had a handle on him.

My son's life hangs by a thread; whether he survives depends entirely on the whims of others.

Even if Lin Zhengyang wanted to be a loyal subject under these circumstances, he wouldn't be able to stand up for himself.

Between family and loyalty, it's clear that the former is more important.

Even so, Lin Zhengyang still retained a sliver of loyalty, keeping watch for Zhao Guodong while clumsily sending out the abnormal signal in a way that was full of loopholes.

Taking a risk.

On the left is my son's fate, on the right is my own conscience.

If you're not careful, you'll offend both sides, and in the end, you might lose your son's life and bear the blame yourself.

Jiang Che sighed softly to himself, put his hands behind his head on the pillow, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Although it has now been confirmed that Lin Zhengyang is on the enemy's side, this is not all bad news.

At least Lin Zhengyang is not Zhao Guodong's loyalist, but a pawn that can be turned to defect at any time.

Once his son's medical expenses are resolved, this person can be directly removed from Zhao Guodong's chessboard and placed on his own side.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Che picked up his phone again and sent a few messages to Liu Anping.

Jiang Che: Uncle Liu, there are three things I need you to do.

First, find out which hospital Lin Qiming is currently receiving treatment at, who his attending physician is, and what stage his treatment plan is at.

[Secondly, compare the timing of Zhao Guodong's two money transfers with the time of Lin Qiming's diagnosis to see how much time passed.]

Third, investigate whether Lin Zhengyang has any other unusual sources of income in the past three years.

After sending it, I added another message.

[Jiang Che: For now, only you and I know about this. Don't alert anyone, not even my dad.]

He planned to tell his father the good news as soon as he achieved something, so that the old man wouldn't have to worry about it.

Liu Anping replied quickly.

[Liu Anping: Understood, young master. I'll take care of it right away.]

After explaining the situation, Jiang Che felt exhausted and irritable.

After two days of relaxation and comfortable campus life, he almost forgot that he still had so many troublesome things to deal with.

He shook his head helplessly, putting all these things out of his mind.

Never mind, I'll go to sleep first.

I still have classes in the afternoon, so I can't go to the classroom looking listless and make Su Qinghe think that I've done something bad behind her back.

Compared to things like Lin Zhengyang and Zhao Guodong, the image of a girlfriend being angry is much more terrifying.

……

An hour passed quickly.

After getting up, Jiang Che strolled over to Mixue Ice Cream next to the cafeteria and bought a mango sundae, then carried it towards the girls' dormitory.

When he got downstairs, Su Qinghe was already quietly waiting at the door.

The girl's eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Che approaching.

"Sundae!"

At this moment, Su Qinghe's eyes were only on the Mixue Ice Cream in Jiang Che's hand, and she didn't pay any attention to her boyfriend.

She jogged over, and in her excitement, she tripped on the steps and fell.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Jiang Che rushed over and caught her, thus preventing a tragedy from happening.

After helping the girl in his arms, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, to her feet, Jiang Che reluctantly handed her the sundae.

"Watch where you're going, don't just stare at the food, no one's going to take it from you."

Su Qinghe didn't care what he said. She took the sundae, opened the lid, scooped out a big spoonful, and stuffed it into her mouth. Her whole face was filled with the word "satisfaction".

Jiang Che poked her chubby little cheeks. "Is it delicious?"

"Mmm-hmm!"

Su Qinghe nodded vigorously with a spoon in her mouth, then scooped out another spoonful and held it to Jiang Che's lips.

"Ah Che, you eat too."

"I don't eat sweets."

Su Qinghe persisted, letting out a soft "ah" as she pushed the spoon forward, "Be good, open your mouth."

Jiang Che had no choice but to open his mouth and swallow the spoonful of mango sundae.

Although it was very sweet and cloying, seeing Su Qinghe's smug little expression, Jiang Che suddenly felt that this thing wasn't so bad after all.

So the two of them walked toward the teaching building while sharing the sundae.

We quickly arrived at the classroom for the first class of the afternoon.

The afternoon classes are "Principles of Management" and "College English".

Both classes happen to be in this classroom, saving us the time of having to change classrooms in the middle.

Jiang Che paid much more attention in class in the afternoon than in the morning.

Because Su Qinghe told him before class that if he didn't pay attention in class, he shouldn't even think about communicating with her that night.

Jiang Che wondered if that would work, so for the sake of marital harmony, he had to grit his teeth and listen attentively to the lessons even if he didn't want to study.

Su Qinghe, as always, remained focused and attentive, scribbling notes on her iPad.

A serious woman is the most beautiful, especially in profile.

Jiang Che shifted his gaze from the blackboard to his girlfriend's face without anyone noticing.

I stared at her profile for quite a while.

Just as I was engrossed in my activity, I suddenly felt a piercing pain in my thigh—

Jiang Che almost blurted out "Holy crap!"

Su Qinghe calmly withdrew her small hand from his thigh, still looking straight ahead, but her lips moved slightly, and she said in a voice only the two of them could hear—

"If you don't look at the blackboard, I'll bite you in half tonight."

"..."