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

Jiang Che waved his hand, feigning nonchalance, "No need to thank me, it's just a meal."

Su Qinghe, however, did not think so. Although the meal was indeed ordinary for Jiang Che, it was the best and most filling meal she had eaten in the past month.

How could she not be grateful to Jiang Che?

However, Su Qinghe chose to keep these words to herself and didn't say them out loud. She just smiled at Jiang Che again.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Che tidied up the lunchboxes on the table and then went to the bathroom to use the toilet.

As soon as I entered, I saw the pile of dirty clothes that Su Qinghe had changed out of earlier still huddled in the corner.

The smell was noticeable from a great distance; it had to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Jiang Che didn't say anything, walked over, bent down and picked up the pile of clothes.

Su Qinghe has very sharp ears. She had been feeling uneasy ever since she heard Jiang Che go to the bathroom, and now that she heard him come out, she felt even more uneasy.

"Jiang Che, what...what are you doing?"

"I'll do your laundry."

Jiang Che walked towards the balcony with the clothes in his arms, responding as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Su Qinghe's face flushed instantly, even the tips of her ears turned red.

She jumped up from the sofa and hurriedly took a few steps towards Jiang Che. "No, no! I'll wash it myself!"

Are you kidding me? There's... there's her underwear in there!

How could you let a boy do the washing!

Jiang Che had just thrown the clothes into the washing machine when he turned around and saw Su Qinghe running over in a panic. Because he couldn't see her, he almost bumped into the corner of the coffee table.

He was startled and quickly went over to support her. "Hey, Miss Su, sit still and don't move around. If you bump into something, you'll be the one who gets hurt."

"But……"

Su Qinghe was so anxious she was almost crying, clutching the hem of her clothes helplessly.

"But what 'but'? You're a patient, and you can't see. Why are you washing clothes?"

Jiang Che pressed her back down onto the sofa. "Just sit still. It's just a matter of throwing it in the washing machine."

He didn't think that much about it; he just felt that if he didn't wash this pile of clothes soon, he wouldn't be able to stay in the house anymore.

Su Qinghe was so ashamed she felt like she was about to explode. As she listened to Jiang Che's receding footsteps, the image of him clutching her undergarments flashed through her mind...

In fact, Jiang Che did see it too.

He stared at the soft little piece of fabric in his palm for a few seconds, then pretended to be nonchalant, threw it into the washing machine for underwear, poured in some detergent haphazardly, and hurriedly pressed the start button.

As for Su Qinghe's outer garment, Jiang Che originally intended to wash it, but the clothes were so tattered that they were unwearable.

So Jiang Che simply threw it in the trash, thinking he'd take Su Qinghe to buy a few new sets tomorrow.

"Buzzing—buzzing—"

Just then, the cell phone on the coffee table in the living room suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Che's hands were still covered in laundry detergent foam, making it inconvenient for him to reach for it.

"Su Qinghe, answer the phone for me," he called out instinctively.

I guess it was that kid Wang Kai who called directly after seeing that he hadn't replied to his message.

"Okay!"

Su Qinghe quickly responded, fumbled for her phone on the coffee table, and swiped for a while before answering.

She held the phone to her ear and obediently said, "Hello?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sharp and hostile female voice that rang out.

"Who are you? Why are you holding Jiang Che's phone?!"

Su Qinghe was so startled by the sound that she almost dropped her phone.

She bit her lip, unsure how to answer. Should she say she was Jiang Che's friend? It didn't seem quite right...

Finally, he could only stammer, "I, I am... Su Qinghe..."

"Su Qinghe? What are you doing with Jiang Che? I'm asking you, where's Jiang Che? Let him answer the phone!"

On the phone, Lin Wanwan grew increasingly impatient and questioned Su Qinghe with a self-righteous tone.

Are you kidding me? All she did was post something on her WeChat Moments. Why did Jiang Che block and delete her on WeChat?

And what about Su Qinghe? How did she end up with Jiang Che's phone? Didn't she stop coming to school a month ago?

Lin Wanwan was seething with anger, waiting for Jiang Che to come over and answer the phone so she could question him.

Just then, Jiang Che finished washing his hands and came out of the balcony. He saw Su Qinghe holding the phone, looking panicked, like a frightened little rabbit.

He walked over with a puzzled look on his face and took the phone from Su Qinghe's hand.

The three characters "Lin Wanwan" on the screen were glaringly obvious.

Jiang Che frowned immediately. How could he have forgotten to delete and block that phone number as well?

Why did she call? To interrogate me?

Jiang Che sneered inwardly.

Lin Wanwan on the other end of the phone was still yelling relentlessly, "Su Qinghe? Did you hear what I said? Where's Jiang Che? Tell him to get over here and answer the phone!"

Hearing Lin Wanwan's indiscriminate roar, Jiang Che didn't bother to say a word.

He immediately pressed the hang-up button, then opened the contact list, found Lin Wanwan's name, blocked her, and deleted her.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

The world is quiet now.

He looked at Su Qinghe, who was still in shock, and tossed his phone back onto the sofa. "It's alright, it was a wrong number, don't worry about her."

Su Qinghe raised her eyes in a daze, blinked, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "But she called your name... and she seemed really angry."

"What's it to me?" Jiang Che shrugged indifferently. "She's just having a princess moment."

He already said yesterday that the moment Lin Wanwan made her relationship with someone else on social media, it was completely over between them.

To him, Lin Wanwan is now just a stranger.

Since she's a stranger, why should he care about her?

No sooner had they finished speaking than the doorbell rang again.

Jiang Che thought it was his milk tea delivery that had arrived, so he went over and opened the door.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't the delivery guy standing at the door, but his good friend Wang Kai.

Wang Kai looked extremely anxious. "Brother Che, why aren't you replying to my messages? You're not answering my calls either... damn it!"

He blurted out a swear word in the second half of his sentence because he saw the scene in the living room over Jiang Che's shoulder.

A beautiful woman wearing a white shirt, revealing her long, white legs and bare feet, stood nervously next to the sofa, looking timidly toward the door.

The girl's face was fair and delicate, and she was unbelievably beautiful, making her look pitiful.

Wang Kai's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at them again, still not believing it.

"Holy crap! Su... Su Qinghe?!"