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

After the conversation ended, Su Qinghe went back to discuss the song arrangement with the other people.

Two hours passed quickly.

The members got up in twos and threes, said goodbye to each other, and left one after another.

After leaving the rehearsal hall, Su Qinghe walked down the stairs of the art building with much lighter steps than when she came.

She was holding her phone, wanting to send a message to Jiang Che, but as soon as she tapped the chat box with him, a message suddenly popped up.

"Are you out yet?"

Su Qinghe quickly typed a message and replied: "Almost at the door!"

After sending it, she couldn't help but quicken her pace and walk downstairs.

Stepping out of the art building, the autumn evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of ginkgo leaves, wafts towards you.

Su Qinghe looked ahead over the steps.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire road in a warm orange hue, and the golden leaves of the ginkgo trees fluttered down in the wind, tumbling like shattered gold as they fell to the ground in the light and shadow.

Jiang Che was standing under a ginkgo tree not far away.

He was wearing a dark blue casual jacket, with one hand in his pocket and a phone in the other.

The setting sun shone down from behind him, casting his long, slender shadow in an elongated pattern.

The moment Su Qinghe saw him, a big smile bloomed on her face.

She ran down the steps in a few quick steps, her canvas bag swaying behind her, a few stray hairs that couldn't be held back by her hairband fluttering around her ears.

"Ah Che!"

Jiang Che looked up, but before he could put his phone back in his pocket, a soft, squishy thing bumped into him.

Su Qinghe buried her face in his chest, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and rubbed against him like a kitten that had found its owner.

"Have you been waiting long?" She tilted her head back, resting her chin on his chest, her bright eyes gazing at him.

"No, I just arrived."

Jiang Che reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze falling on the tip of her nose, which was slightly red from running.

"How was your afternoon? Did you have a good time?"

"Wow! That's awesome!" Su Qinghe said excitedly as she walked, tugging at his sleeve. "The club president added me to the arts festival's competition group. I read the competition rules. The preliminary round is to submit a video, and the final round is to perform live. We need to prepare two different pieces."

"And another thing, today a senior student couldn't find a suitable arrangement for her guitar piece, so I lowered it by half a key, and it worked really well. They all praised me for being so good."

When she said the last sentence, Su Qinghe's speech slowed down noticeably, and a thin layer of powder appeared on her cheeks.

She still hasn't fully gotten used to being praised.

But she is willing to share these small sense of accomplishment with the person in front of her immediately.

Jiang Che felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he watched her beaming with joy.

"You're amazing, Ms. Su. With you in the music club, the president must be laughing in his sleep."

"No way." Su Qinghe pouted and punched him lightly.

The two walked slowly along the ginkgo-lined path toward the school gate.

Golden fallen leaves covered the ground, making a soft rustling sound when stepped on.

Su Qinghe linked arms with Jiang Che, walking slowly, as if she wanted to take this walk a little longer.

Just as the two turned the corner of the art building, a good show was unfolding by the flower bed in the distance.

The boy in the black hoodie and the boy in the dark gray jacket were stopped by two campus security guards next to the flower bed.

The security guard, with a stern expression, put one hand on his hip and pointed at them with the other: "Show me your ID cards. You've been squatting here for over two hours. You're not even students of our school. What are you doing here?"

The man in the black hoodie was sweating profusely, stammering as he explained in his difficult-to-understand Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

The more he explained, the more suspicious the security guard became, and he started taking out his phone to call the police.

The man in the dark gray jacket fared even worse.

He was squatting by the flower bed smoking when the landscaping workers started watering the flowers.

The water hose "accidentally" sprayed water off course, soaking him from head to toe.

His hair was still dripping wet, his cigarette was out, and he looked incredibly disheveled.

However, Su Qinghe was completely unaware of all of this.

She was tilting her head and discussing with Jiang Che which song to choose for the preliminary round, her entire attention focused on the person next to her.

Jiang Che glanced at the two unlucky guys in the distance out of the corner of his eye, a cold and contemptuous smirk playing on his lips.

Then he calmly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head again, and listened attentively to Su Qinghe's words.

"What do you think of my performance of Chopin's Ballade in the preliminary round?"

"Sure, you can play whatever you like."

……

It's 9:30 p.m.

After the two finished their meal and returned to the villa, Su Qinghe took a shower and then curled up on the sofa to browse through the historical messages in the art festival competition group, silently noting down the key points in her mind as she read.

Jiang Che sat next to her, casually flipping through a book titled "Business Mergers and Acquisitions Cases," but his mind wasn't really on the book.

At that moment, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Caller ID: Chen Xiulan.

Jiang Che glanced at Su Qinghe, who was focused on studying the competition rules, then got up, went to the balcony, and answered the phone after closing the glass door.

"Hello, Aunt Chen."

"Hello Mr. Jiang, it's like this, I've told my husband Zhengyang about your situation."

Chen Xiulan's voice carried a hint of nervousness, but more so a sense of relief. "He said he's willing to meet with you."

Jiang Che was not surprised by this.

Lin Zhengyang knew Jiang Che. When he heard Jiang Che's name from his wife, he immediately guessed that what he had done for Zhao Guodong had been exposed.

Similarly, having been in the workplace for many years, Lin Zhengyang naturally understood why Jiang Che, after learning about what he had done, not only did not choose to send him to prison, but instead stepped in to help his son.

The purpose was to give him a chance to repent and turn over a new leaf.

Lin Zhengyang had been working for Zhao Guodong against his conscience, and now that he had the chance to turn over a new leaf, he wasn't stupid, so how could he refuse?

"Oh? Really? That's wonderful."

Jiang Che's tone was as calm and gentle as ever, exactly the same as when they were at the hospital earlier that day, "When would be a convenient time for Mr. Lin?"

He said it's fine after get off work tomorrow night; you can decide the specific time and place.

Jiang Che quickly sifted through several places in his mind.

It can't be too formal, otherwise it will make Lin Zhengyang wary.

We can't be too casual either, since the matters to be discussed are quite significant.

"Then let's go to a private restaurant called 'Xishan' on the East Third Ring Road tomorrow night at 7 pm. It's a quiet place, good for chatting."

"Okay, okay, I've got it. I'll tell him right away."

"Thank you, Aunt Chen, could you please tell Mr. Lin that I'm really looking forward to meeting him?"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Che leaned against the balcony railing and looked up at the night sky.

Tomorrow night, he will be sitting at the same table as Lin Zhengyang.

When the time comes, will he continue playing the role of a project specialist for a charitable foundation, or will he reveal the true nature of the Jiang Sheng Group's heir?

It depends on Lin Zhengyang's own choice.