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

Liu Anping forwarded this information to Jiang Che verbatim.

Jiang Che was comfortably leaning back on the sofa, with one arm around Su Qinghe, who was nestled in his arms reading a book, and the other hand holding his phone and scrolling through videos.

Upon receiving the message from Uncle Liu, Jiang Che sat up a little straighter, opened WeChat, and read through the text and photos sent by Liu Anping from beginning to end.

After reading it, Jiang Che's previously tense mood instantly relaxed.

He had initially thought that the person Ya-Chi had hired this week for two million US dollars must be at least a professional assassin.

Is that all?

They can follow someone like this, they can't even control the most basic sense of distance, they openly loiter back and forth in front of the convenience store, as if they want others to know that there is something wrong with them.

If Jiang Che had known that Zhou Yazhi had sent such an idiot, he wouldn't have bothered hiring these bodyguards to protect him secretly.

I reckon I'll be taken to the station by the police before they even catch these idiots.

Jiang Che locked his phone, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

The enemy's foolish actions are, in fact, a good thing for him.

At least he no longer has to worry about Su Qinghe suffering unpredictable harm when he's not around.

He never wants to experience what happened in Atlanta again.

Jiang Che slowly lowered his head and looked at Su Qinghe, who was flipping through sheet music in his arms.

The girl leaned quietly against his chest, her fair fingers occasionally gesturing in the air, and she hummed a melody silently.

Jiang Che couldn't help but chuckle softly as he looked at her carefree demeanor.

"Huh? Ah Che, what are you laughing at?"

Hearing the noise, Su Qinghe put down the sheet music in her hand and then looked up at Jiang Che with curiosity.

His reflection was clearly visible in her dark eyes.

"Nothing much, just saw a funny video."

Jiang Che made up an excuse on the spot, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. "By the way, aren't you going to the art building tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, the music club has a regular exchange activity that starts at three o'clock, I have to go."

"Okay, let me know when you're done, and I'll come pick you up."

Su Qinghe smiled and obediently replied, "Okay."

She didn't realize that when Jiang Che said those words, there was a layer of coldness in his tone that no one else could detect.

……

The following afternoon at 2:50 PM.

Su Qinghe carried a beige canvas bag and walked alone through the tree-lined path on campus toward the art building.

The autumn sun shines on the ginkgo leaves, turning them a golden yellow.

She walked along while chatting with Jiang Che on her phone with her head down.

About fifty meters behind her, two men were following her at a leisurely pace.

One of them was wearing a black baseball cap with a hoodie over it, and a black face mask.

The other person wasn't as bundled up as the first; they were just wearing a baseball cap.

The two men kept glancing at Su Qinghe's retreating figure.

These two were Ah Kun's men sent to scout the location.

As instructed by Ah Kun, their task today was to further investigate Su Qinghe's activity routes and the time she spent alone.

However, things didn't go smoothly from the start.

Because they noticed that Su Qinghe walked very fast; in the time it took to turn a corner, Su Qinghe disappeared from their sight.

However, the two were not so panicked at this time, because after two days of investigation, they had grasped Su Qinghe's daily schedule.

I knew she was going to the art building this afternoon for a club activity.

So the guy in the black hoodie stopped a student on the street and asked in heavily accented Cantonese-accented Mandarin, "Hey classmate, which way is the art building?"

The student, a boy from the north, scratched his head in utter confusion upon hearing the obscure and difficult-to-understand accent.

The student didn't even realize it was Chinese because the man in the black hoodie was speaking a mix of Cantonese and broken Mandarin; he thought the person in front of him was a foreigner.

"Excuse me, I don't understand foreign languages. Are you an international student? How about this, I'll take you to the international student exchange center. There are volunteers there who can help you."

"No, I'm not—"

Before he could finish explaining, the enthusiastic student had already grabbed his arm and walked in the opposite direction.

The man in the black hoodie was dragged more than ten meters away, looking completely bewildered. After finally shaking off the overly enthusiastic student, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

In short, he got lost.

On the other side, the man in the dark gray jacket wasn't doing much better.

He followed the clues from the other students and found the art building.

He then tried to sneak into the art building with the other students to check out the environment, but he was stopped by the security guard as soon as he got to the door.

"Hey, student ID."

"I...I forgot to bring it."

"You can't come in if you forgot your ID." The security guard waved his hand impatiently. "Go away, don't stand here if you don't have your ID."

Helpless, the man in the dark gray jacket could only slink away to the flower bed diagonally opposite the art building.

He squatted there, lit a cigarette, and anxiously stared at the entrance and exit of the art building as he smoked.

I would stand up from time to time, crane my neck to look around, but there was nothing I could do.

All of this was filmed in detail by the bodyguards who were secretly following him, and the footage was sent back to Jiang Che's phone in real time.

After laughing unrestrainedly for a while, Jiang Che typed a message in the chat box and sent it to the bodyguard.

"Please help these two lost sheep; they seem to need care."

"For example, if someone happens to be watering flowers or cleaning near where they are stationed, then we'll trouble you to 'cooperate'."

"For example, if the school security guards happen to be passing by, you can remind them to pay special attention to suspicious persons near the flower beds."

The bodyguard immediately sent an "OK" emoji.

……

Meanwhile, in the rehearsal hall on the third floor of the art building.

Su Qinghe was sitting at the piano, discussing the arrangement of a piece with several other club members.

Today she wore a beige knitted cardigan, and her long hair was loosely tied back with a light blue hairband, revealing her fair and slender neck.

The girl stared intently at the sheet music, pointing to one line of the staff and saying, "I think we could lower the key by half a scale here. The original key is too high. If we change it to G major, the overall mood will be much softer, and it will sound better."

The short-haired girl standing next to her paused for a moment, then tried it on the guitar, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

"Really! Qinghe, you're amazing! We discussed this piece for almost an hour last time and still couldn't decide how to revise it, and you've only listened to it twice and already found the problem!"

Su Qinghe pursed her lips, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She's still not used to being praised like that to her face.

Shen Yue was once again amazed and impressed by Su Qinghe's strength. He picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and while admiring her, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

She said she would go back and think about the invitation from the last arts festival.

Several days have passed, and I don't know how things went between her and her boyfriend.

He really wanted her to represent Kyoto University in this year's college arts festival competition.

"Qinghe, come here for a moment." Shen Yue beckoned.