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It was already late at night when Jiang Che got home.

After the car came to a stop in the parking lot in the yard, Jiang Che and Liu Anping got out of the car by opening the doors on both sides.

However, after Liu Anping escorted Jiang Che to the villa entrance, he stood at the bottom of the steps and did not move, showing no intention of going in.

Jiang Che turned to look at him in confusion. Liu Anping smiled slightly and explained, "Young Master, it's getting late. You and Madam should go back to your bedroom to rest."

"There's still a mess to clean up at Zhenyuan Group. I need to go back and help the master deal with it overnight, lest things get complicated."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he nodded, saying, "I understand, Uncle Liu. You can go ahead and get back to work."

"You've worked so hard on these things lately. Once this is all over, I'll have your dad give you a few days off so you can get some rest."

"Is that so? Then I thank you in advance, young master."

After saying goodbye, Jiang Che stood on the steps at the door and watched Liu Anping get back into the car, turn around, and drive away from the yard, the taillights leaving two dark red streaks in the night.

Only after he could no longer see the taillights did he look away, take out his keys, open the door, and go inside.

Upon entering the foyer, Jiang Che changed into slippers, rubbing his slightly sore temples as he walked towards the living room.

The living room was pitch black at the moment, with none of the many lights on. Fortunately, the TV was on, which gave Jiang Che some direction and prevented him from bumping around aimlessly in his own home.

The blue and white light emanating from the television screen cast an eerie glow on the ceiling, creating a strange and unsettling effect.

Jiang Che assumed that Su Qinghe had fallen asleep while watching TV. Given her absent-minded nature, it was common for her to remember to turn off the lights but forget to turn off the TV.

So he walked over to the coffee table, intending to grab the remote and turn off the TV.

As he walked around the sofa, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Because Su Qinghe didn't go back to the bedroom to sleep, but instead curled up on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, her head resting on a pillow, her breathing even.

She was holding the phone tightly in her hand, but when you fall asleep, your strength weakens. Fortunately, the phone held on for a long time without slipping due to a tiny bit of friction.

Jiang Che carefully pulled the phone out of her hand and saw that the screen was still lit up, and the interface on it was their WeChat chat interface.

The last message she sent was, "Okay, I'll stay home and wait for my husband to come home~".

And in the editing bar lay the message, "Honey, why haven't you come back yet? Are you out?"

Jiang Che's gaze was fixed on the constantly flashing cursor, as if he could see through the screen and into the girl who, just hours before, had been typing and deleting words on her phone.

I hesitated to send it because I was worried that something might really happen to him.

Jiang Che was somewhat stunned. He turned his head to look at Su Qinghe's face again, and this time he noticed that there were still a few tear stains on her face that had not completely dried.

Su Qinghe wasn't sleeping soundly; her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she wasn't at ease even in her dreams.

Jiang Che reached out and gently touched her head, then gently pinched her cheek.

Her eyelashes fluttered when my fingertip touched her cheek.

Jiang Che thought he had woken her up, so he called out softly, "Qinghe?"

But Su Qinghe did not wake up; it seems that what she felt just now was an unconscious tremor.

Jiang Che sighed, then supported her back with one hand and put the other hand under her knees to lift her up from the sofa.

Su Qinghe nuzzled her head against his chest, mumbling something indistinctly.

Jiang Che carried her back to the bedroom upstairs, used his back to push open the bedroom door, went in, and put her on the bed.

Just as I pulled the blanket up for her, Su Qinghe suddenly opened her eyes without warning.

Her eyes were glazed over for a couple of seconds, then she suddenly sat up and reached out to touch Jiang Che's face.

"Ah Che, you're back!"

Although Su Qinghe was still a little groggy from just waking up, her movements were anything but hesitant.

She was worried sick, touching Jiang Che's face and then running her fingers down his shoulder to his arm, constantly checking to make sure her beloved was alright.

"Are you injured anywhere?"

Jiang Che shook his head. "No."

"Really not?"

"No, really."

But Su Qinghe was still worried, so she grabbed both of his hands and examined them carefully by the light of the bedside lamp.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no wounds.

But what follows is the fear and resentment that arise from prolonged worry.

Su Qinghe, who had finally managed to stop her tears, burst into tears again: "Why did you come back so late? Do you know how worried I was..."

Jiang Che sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and gently patted her back.

"I know."

"I know you still—never mind, it's good that you came back safely."

Su Qinghe buried her face in his chest, wiped her tears with his clothes, and said in a nasal voice, "You're not allowed to go on adventures alone anymore."

Jiang Che nodded in agreement without hesitation: "Okay."

"You agreed so quickly, you're definitely just trying to appease me."

Su Qinghe raised her head and glared at him with her still watery eyes.

Jiang Che was a little embarrassed when he was exposed. He scratched his head and chuckled, "No way, I wouldn't dare to lie to you."

Su Qinghe persisted, "I don't believe you unless you swear to God."

Jiang Che actually raised three fingers in a very serious manner: "I swear, I will take Su Qinghe with me in all my future operations, or I will be struck by lightning."

Su Qinghe stared at him for several seconds, and only after confirming that he didn't seem to be lying to her did she give a satisfied hum and snuggle back into his arms.

"That's more like it."

After embracing quietly for a while, Jiang Che felt a sticky sensation emanating from his body.

After all, they had been busy outside all night and must have sweated a lot.

Jiang Che then lowered his head and kissed the girl's forehead in his arms: "Wife, you lie down and rest first, I'm going to take a shower."

"No." Su Qinghe hugged his waist tightly.

Jiang Che sighed and poked her forehead with his finger. "I'm covered in all that awful smell from the club, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind."

"...That won't do either, I don't like it, I have to go wash it."

Su Qinghe just wanted to stick to Jiang Che right now, and didn't want to be separated from him for even a moment.

She quickly came up with a great idea.

"Then I want to take a bath with you. Carry me there."

Jiang Che, a man of integrity, naturally refused outright.

However, Su Qinghe's arms remained tightly locked around Jiang Che's neck, and she refused to let go no matter what.

Helpless, Jiang Che had no choice but to agree and carried her into the bathroom together.

... (Those who know, know what happened)

An hour later.

The two changed into their pajamas and came out of the bathroom one after the other.

Su Qinghe jumped onto the bed first, wrapped herself in the quilt, then lifted a corner of the quilt and patted the spot next to her with her little hand.

After Jiang Che lay down, she immediately snuggled into his arms, resting her head on his arm.

"Alright, now we can begin the report."