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

While making the perfume, Jiang Che squinted and sniffed the various fragrances throughout the process, trying to create a unique perfume that could perfectly replicate the scent of Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe watched him wrinkle his nose and sniff hard, finding it both funny and incredibly sweet inside.

After many attempts, Jiang Che mixed together the various single fragrance ingredients requested by the perfumer.

The final result was a small bottle of clear liquid.

The top notes are refreshing white tea, the middle notes are delicate lily of the valley and orange blossom, and the base notes are a gentle woody scent of cedar and musk.

Su Qinghe sprayed some on her wrist, brought it to her nose and smelled it, her eyes lighting up.

"It smells wonderful."

Jiang Che capped the perfume bottle and handed it to her, saying, "Then use this from now on."

When it came time to make the ring, the shopkeeper handed over two thin silver strips and some setting accessories.

Making handmade rings is not complicated. You just need to bend a silver bar to the appropriate size and then create patterns on the surface or set small accessories.

Jiang Che measured the size of Su Qinghe's ring finger, then bent down and used a hammer to create delicate hammer marks on the silver bar. He then engraved three small letters on the inside with an engraving pen.

SQH.

Su Qinghe was also engraving her ring. She carefully controlled the pressure of the engraving pen, engraving stroke by stroke on the inside of the ring.

JC.

Jiang Che's name.

The two of them looked up almost simultaneously, showing each other the rings they had engraved.

The moment their eyes met, Su Qinghe smiled first.

She slipped the ring engraved with JC onto the index finger of her left hand; it fit perfectly, not too big, not too small.

Jiang Che also put on his own ring; the silver hammered face gleamed with a warm luster under the yellow light.

By this time, it had already gotten dark outside the window.

The mall's night lights came on one by one, and the neon signs on the pedestrian street began to flash.

The two paid the bill and walked out of the mall carrying paper bags filled with the fruits of their labor that afternoon.

The autumn night was chilly. As soon as Su Qinghe stepped out of the revolving door, she was shivered by the cold wind and involuntarily shrank closer to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che switched his right hand, which was holding the paper bag, to his left, and naturally put his free right hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

After taking only a couple of steps, Su Qinghe couldn't help but let out a small yawn.

I spent a lot of time focusing on crafts all afternoon, and now that I'm relaxing, I'm feeling sleepy.

"Tired?" Jiang Che looked down at her.

"Yeah, a little." Su Qinghe rested her head on his shoulder, her voice soft, "But I'm so happy."

Jiang Che didn't say anything, but tightened his arm around her shoulder.

Su Qinghe leaned against him, her fingertips unconsciously touching the newly made silver ring on her left index finger, the ring face warm from his body heat.

She suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Che asked.

"I was thinking," Su Qinghe looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the neon lights of the street, "how should I explain the changes in me to Teacher Xie if I were to write to her?"

She paused, mimicking the tone of someone writing a letter, her voice soft.

"Teacher Xie, I got into Peking University, and I also have a boyfriend who loves me very much and treats me exceptionally well."

"Yeah, my boyfriend's handicrafts are really ugly."

Jiang Che looked down at her helplessly.

Su Qinghe giggled and snuggled closer into his arms, "But I like it very much."

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow slightly. "I didn't expect Teacher Su to like my ugly handicrafts so much? You have quite the unusual taste."

"So what? I like anything you make." Su Qinghe buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled but each word clear, "I like you, I like this afternoon, I like every day I spend with you."

She seemed a little embarrassed after she finished speaking, and buried her face even deeper.

The young couple walked towards the parking lot, chatting and laughing.

At first, Su Qinghe was able to muster some energy to chat with Jiang Che, but as they walked, she became increasingly tired.

In the end, I was so sleepy that I was drowsy and even my steps were unsteady.

Jiang Che simply had Liu Anping drive the car directly from the parking lot to the roadside, and then half-hug, half-carried him into the back seat.

Su Qinghe fell asleep on the way home.

Jiang Che looked down at her, and by the light of the street lamp outside the window, he could see the fine shadows cast by her eyelashes on her cheeks.

This girl is really exhausted today.

From stunning the audience at the music social event to painting plaster dolls with paint all over her hands in the craft shop, and then mixing perfumes and making rings, the whole afternoon was non-stop.

The result of being completely exhausted is that she is now curled up in his arms like a kitten, unable to move no matter how hard she tries.

Jiang Che gently touched her soft little face.

Back at the villa, Jiang Che carried Su Qinghe out of the car and upstairs.

She did wake up for a fleeting moment, and groggily asked if she was home yet.

After receiving an affirmative answer, she buried her face back in his chest and continued to sleep, feeling relieved.

Jiang Che put her on the bed, took off her coat and shoes, and covered her with a blanket.

Su Qinghe turned over, instinctively burying her face in the pillow, mumbling something indistinctly.

Jiang Che leaned closer to listen.

"...Ah Che...the plaster doll...put it on the bedside table..."

Jiang Che paused for half a second, then burst into laughter.

Then he opened the paper bag he had brought back today, took out the two plaster dolls he had drawn, and placed them side by side on the bedside table.

The sage leaned against the whirlwind, which tilted its head to the side; the scene was strangely harmonious.

Jiang Che glanced at Su Qinghe again to make sure she was sleeping soundly before tiptoeing to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, he originally planned to go to the study to read for a while to pass the time.

But just as he stepped out of his bedroom and was about to head towards the study next door, he suddenly heard a soft call coming from not far away—

"Young Master."

Jiang Che turned his head and saw Liu Anping standing at the top of the stairs calling to him.

He couldn't help but frown slightly. For Uncle Liu to come to him personally so late at night, it must be something serious.

Jiang Che's first thought was that something had gone wrong with Zhao Guodong.

Or perhaps, there's some activity in the port city?

As Jiang Che walked towards Uncle Liu, he quickly went through all the possibilities in his mind.

Upon arriving in front of Uncle Liu, Jiang Che gestured for Uncle Liu to come with him to the study.

Liu Anping waved his hand and pointed to the first floor, "Let's go to my room. The second floor is your private area, so I won't go there."

Jiang Che paused for a moment, then smiled.

Liu Anping has his own set of rules deep down.

He knows exactly what he should and shouldn't do, and what to say in what situation.

Over the years, working for the Jiang family, he rose from an ordinary driver to Jiang Che's trusted confidant, and that wasn't just due to loyalty.

More importantly, he has a precise grasp of the sense of proportion.

Jiang Che didn't insist, nodded, and followed him downstairs.