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

Chen Xiulan was now beyond shocked and moved.

Her son will soon be a bone marrow match...

Qiming waited for three years without finding a suitable match. If she could find one through the foundation, the person in front of her would be the great benefactor who saved her son's life from the brink of death!

"Auntie, please don't get agitated."

Jiang Che then took out a formal contract and an application form from his briefcase, and casually pulled out a black pen to hand to Chen Xiulan.

"This is the foundation's official contract, which has an official seal and registration number. You can take it to the official website to check it."

He opened the contract and pointed to the red seal in the lower right corner.

"I believe you, I believe you."

Chen Xiulan only glanced at it briefly before tears welled up uncontrollably and fell onto the contract paper.

She quickly wiped her face with her hands, choking back tears as she did so: "I'm sorry, I lost control a bit. I just felt..."

She couldn't continue.

Jiang Che softly said it was alright, and then placed the pen on the contract in Chen Xiulan's hand.

"Auntie, please keep the application form for now, there's no rush to fill it out."

"I will have the foundation's medical specialist contact you later, and all subsequent arrangements will be made by the specialist."

"You don't need to handle things yourself, such as transferring to another hospital, matching tissues, or expert consultations."

Chen Xiulan gripped the contract tightly in her hand, her fingers repeatedly stroking the official seal, as if to confirm that this was not a dream.

"What's your name?" she suddenly asked, looking up.

"My surname is Jiang, and my name is Jiang Che."

"Mr. Jiang." Chen Xiulan bowed deeply.

Seeing this, Jiang Che quickly reached out and supported her arm, preventing her from bending over completely.

"Auntie, you don't need to do that. Our foundation's mission is to help children with rare diseases. Qiming meets the criteria, and we were just doing what we should do."

Even though Jiang Che had already supported her arm, she still stubbornly bent down and gave a deep bow.

Jiang Che didn't stop her anymore, but waited for her to straighten up before handing her a tissue.

"Auntie, don't cry. Qiming will get better."

Chen Xiulan took the tissue and wiped her eyes, nodding repeatedly.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Che was full of gratitude, as if the person standing in front of her was not a young man under twenty, but a bodhisattva.

Jiang Che waited until she calmed down a bit before casually saying, as if he remembered something, "Oh right, Auntie, I almost forgot there's something else I need to discuss with you."

"You can say whatever you want," Chen Xiulan quickly replied.

"That's right. Our foundation's policy is that the legal guardian of the child receiving assistance must be present in person to sign a confirmation document."

As Jiang Che spoke, he took out a form with the foundation's letterhead from his briefcase and pointed to the signature section at the bottom. "This section requires the personal signature of Qiming's father, Mr. Lin Zhengyang, to be valid."

"So I was wondering if Mr. Lin would be available to meet with me in the next couple of days?"

"He can decide the location; I'll just go find him."

"Okay, okay, no problem! I'll call him right now and ask!"

Chen Xiulan agreed without hesitation, and immediately took out her phone from her pocket, afraid that if she was too slow, Jiang Che would withdraw his support for her son.

Jiang Che smiled slightly, then politely stepped back half a step, his gaze falling to the other end of the corridor, giving Chen Xiulan space to make a call.

"Hey, Zhengyang? Are you at the company?"

Chen Xiulan's voice came from a few steps away, filled with suppressed sobs and excitement, "Listen to me, a Mr. Jiang from the Renxin Charity Foundation just came to the hospital and said he's willing to cover Qiming's treatment costs in full..."

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Chen Xiulan's tone immediately rose a few decibels.

"It's true! They even have the contract and official seal. Do you think it's a scam? What do they want from us? Our mountain of debt?"

Jiang Che's smile became more meaningful.

Chen Xiulan was right; their family really didn't have anything to offer.

But her husband was different.

"Mr. Jiang said you need to sign a confirmation document later. When can you come back?" Chen Xiulan asked.

I listened for a while longer.

"Alright then, come straight to the hospital after get off work, and I'll let Mr. Jiang know."

When Chen Xiulan hung up the phone and walked back, her face was radiant, a stark contrast to the dejected woman she had been in the corridor half an hour earlier.

"Mr. Jiang, my son Zhengyang is still at work. It will take him at least an hour to get here. Would it be convenient for you to wait for him?"

"How about we reschedule for another day? I happen to have some other plans today."

Jiang Che smiled slightly, took out a business card from his briefcase and handed it over, "This is my contact information. You can have Mr. Lin add me on WeChat."

Seeing the hesitation and unease in Chen Xiulan's eyes, he added, "Don't worry, although the documents haven't been signed yet, our assistance for Qiming will begin immediately and won't delay his treatment."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiulan accepted the business card with both hands and glanced at it.

The business card is white with black lettering that reads "Jiang Che, Project Specialist, Renxin Charity Foundation," simple and neat.

"Okay, okay, I'll have him add you later."

Chen Xiulan carefully tucked the business card into the inside pocket of her coat, then looked up at Jiang Che, her eyes reddening again. "Mr. Jiang, thank you so much. I don't know how to repay you..."

"Auntie, your taking good care of Qiming is the best way to thank us."

Jiang Che interrupted her, nodding slightly, "Then I'll be going now. The medical specialist will contact you around 2 PM. Please keep an eye out for the call."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries and confirming that Chen Xiulan had put away the contract and application form, Jiang Che left the ward corridor.

……

noon.

Jiang Che carried two exquisite dessert bags into the entryway. Before he could even change his shoes, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairwell.

Su Qinghe held onto the stair railing and ran down the stairs in her fluffy slippers.

Today she was wearing a cream-colored knitted cardigan over a light blue undershirt, and her long, dark hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Because she had jogged a few steps, a few strands of her hair stood up slightly, making her fair face appear even softer.

"Ah Che~ You're back!"

She ran up to Jiang Che, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

But the next second, a hint of heartache flashed in those beautiful eyes.

She noticed a faint bluish tinge under Jiang Che's eyes.

Although it's not obvious, for someone who observes her boyfriend closely every day, this subtle change is impossible to hide.

Are you very tired?

Su Qinghe reached out and took the paper bag from his hand, but her gaze remained fixed on his face, her concern and worry in her eyes undisguised.

Jiang Che gave a slightly tired smile: "It was alright, just a two-hour meeting where I listened to a bunch of middle-aged men arguing about the rules and regulations of the charity foundation. We almost got into an argument over the standards for aid."

Su Qinghe pursed her cherry lips, feeling that A-Che hadn't told her the truth.

But considering how tired he is, let's not dwell on these trivial matters for now.