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

Su Qinghe's shout was much stronger this time.

Jiang Che let her pinch his waist, then reached out and pulled the blanket up. "She can swear and she has the strength to pinch me. It looks like she can be discharged after her check-up tomorrow morning."

"Who told you to say I was crying okay? Couldn't you at least try to comfort me?"

"I'm afraid if I praise you too much, you'll end up crying every day and I'll have to check on you."

Su Qinghe raised her hand to hit him again, and the IV tube on the back of her hand swayed. Jiang Che quickly supported her wrist and put her arm back on the soft pillow.

"You've already forgotten what the nurse just said?"

"It's all because you made me angry."

"Okay, it's my fault. You can get any injections after the needle is removed. The hospital fees don't include compensation for injuring your boyfriend, so remember to settle the bill separately."

Su Qinghe laughed out loud at his joke, her face still streaked with tears, and she tore off another tissue and stuffed it into his hand.

"Your clothes are wet too, hurry up and wipe them dry."

Jiang Che looked down at the water stain on his chest. "No rush, leave it as evidence for now. If you ever say you never cry, I'll take out the shirt."

"Why do you have to keep evidence of everything?"

"I can't help it, I've been dealing with lawyers so much lately, it's become a habit."

A while later, the ward door was opened again by the nurse.

The medicine had reached the bottom of the bottle. Jiang Che moved aside from the bedside and watched as the nurse removed the needle and pressed down on the cotton swab on Su Qinghe's hand.

Just after the nurse left, the takeout Jiang Che ordered arrived.

However, Su Qinghe had a poor appetite and only drank a small half bowl of porridge, leaving the rest to Jiang Che to handle.

The next morning, the follow-up examination results were normal. The doctor prescribed several boxes of medicine to regulate their stomach and intestines, and also told them to maintain their routine after returning home, and not to push themselves too hard when their emotions fluctuated too much.

During the discharge procedures, the lawyer from Gangcheng also sent me updates on the case.

Ye's internal audit has taken over the overseas accounts, Ye Yunjin has been temporarily suspended from his duties, the equipment submitted by Wang Lihua has entered the technical verification process, and the supplementary records that Su Qinghe needs can be arranged after he recovers.

Jiang Che handed her the phone. "Do you want to continue receiving updates on the case?"

After reading the message, Su Qinghe returned the phone to him. "Tell me what parts require my cooperation, and don't send any other messages yet."

"What about media reports?"

"No need."

She sealed the file bag containing the hospital admission documents, pressing her fingers along the seal. "I've said what I needed to say. I don't want to wake up every day and check what happened to the Ye family."

"Okay, I'll contact the lawyer. I'll send you the list of materials related to you first."

Su Qinghe nodded and added, "Send it to me first, and don't delete it for me."

"I've got it."

The two stayed in the port city for an extra day, and only after Su Qinghe recovered did they take an afternoon flight back to Beijing.

As soon as the villa door opened, Xiaoman ran from the living room all the way to the entrance hall and circled her suitcase several times.

Finally, it placed its two front paws on Su Qinghe's calves and barked hoarsely for a long time.

Su Qinghe squatted down and picked up the cat, pressing her face against its soft head. "Mommy's only been gone a few days, how come you've gotten lighter again?"

Jiang Che dragged his suitcase past her. "It's not light at all. This morning, my aunt sent me a message saying that Xiaoman's appetite has been particularly strong these past few days, and it's eating a lot more cat food than before."

Xiaoman buried its head in Su Qinghe's arms and its tail brushed against Jiang Che's hand twice.

"See, it says no."

"It can't even utter a complete meow, and you've given it lines."

Jiang Che and Su Qinghe's lives returned to normal.

Song Mingxuan forwarded the latest review notice in the project group.

The organizing committee has completed its investigation and confirmed the authenticity and validity of the platform data and funding materials. The team's eligibility to participate has been officially restored, and the on-campus defense time has been rescheduled.

Lu Ziang repaired the cloud drive that had been accessed abnormally and gave each member independent permissions. Xu Wenbin posted the clarification materials in the platform's announcement area, and many students left messages asking when the platform would open up more textbook categories.

After the storm passed, the platform did not stop.

New materials are registered in the anonymous donation area every day, and the publicity space provided by the library has been retained. Several students have volunteered to become volunteer auditors to help them with the task of checking duplicate book lists.

Jiang Che originally thought that Su Qinghe would rest for a few days after returning to school, but she took the initiative to take on the review work of the anonymous donation process at the first project meeting.

She posts the progress updates in the group chat every night at 9 p.m., and then distributes the remaining tasks to the team members in turn.

……

Two weeks later, on Friday afternoon, Jiang Che had just come out of the teaching building when his phone rang.

The caller was Jiang Zhenshan.

After the call was connected, the old man skipped the pleasantries and said, "Come back for dinner tomorrow, bring Qinghe with you. Dinner is at six o'clock, don't be late."

"Grandpa, why did you suddenly decide to call us back?"

"It's just going home for a meal, what, do I have to write you a report beforehand?"

"I was just asking if there was anything I needed to bring."

"As long as he comes back, the house has everything it needs."

Jiang Zhenshan hung up the phone after speaking. Jiang Che stood by the steps with his phone in his hand, pondering the old man's tone over and over.

The fact that Su Qinghe's name was specifically mentioned, and the time was clearly stated, suggests that this dinner was likely not just for family reunion.

Su Qinghe came up from behind, carrying books. "Is Grandpa looking for you?"

"Okay, let's go home for dinner tomorrow night."

"Do you need me to prepare a gift?"

"The old man said it's fine as long as the person goes back."

Jiang Che took the two thick books from her arms, freeing one hand to hold hers. "But I think we need to discuss something related to us at home tomorrow."

……

The next afternoon, Jiang Che took Su Qinghe back to the Jiang family's old house.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Su Qinghe checked the gift box beside her. Inside were tea leaves that she and Jiang Che had picked out together, as well as knee pads that she had prepared for Song Huilan.

"Grandpa said we don't lack anything at home, why did you prepare so much?"

Jiang Che unbuckled her seatbelt, took the gift box from her, and led her out of the car with his other hand.

"Whether the family needs anything or not is their business. They've come all this way to have a meal, so they can't come empty-handed."

After Su Qinghe finished speaking, she lowered her head and adjusted her wrist again. Jiang Che knew she was still nervous, so he switched the gift box to his left hand and intertwined his right hand with hers.

The lights in the main hall of the old house were already on. When the butler opened the door for the two of them, everyone in the living room turned their faces away.

Song Huilan was the first to greet her, "Qinghe's here! Come in quickly, it's chilly outside, aren't your hands cold?"

"Grandma, I'm not cold."

As soon as Su Qinghe stepped over the threshold, Bai Qing came over, touched her hand, and took the gift box from Jiang Che's arms.

"Your hands are cold and you still say you're not cold? Why didn't you wear an extra scarf? Xiao Che is the same, only thinking about keeping himself warm."

Just as Jiang Che was about to explain, Jiang Dahai, who was sitting on the sofa, spoke up.

"What are you doing standing at the door? Sit down first."

"Dad, I've only just walked in the door and you've already started scolding me?"

Did I mention you?

Jiang Dahai picked up his teacup, selectively ignoring his son's complaints.

Jiang Zhenshan then beckoned Su Qinghe over: "Qinghe, come, sit next to Grandpa."