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

The convoy soon arrived at the villa area called Yushui Lanting and slowly stopped at the entrance of the community.

The snow was falling heavily outside, and the dim streetlights made the snowflakes look like torn cotton wool.

"Young Master, shall we drive straight in, or...?"

Uncle Liu turned around to ask Jiang Che for instructions, his hand already on the walkie-talkie as he spoke, ready to call on the bodyguards in the two cars behind him to do their jobs.

Jiang Che looked out the car window at the well-arranged European-style villas, his attention gradually diverting as his gaze shifted from the houses to the swirling snow.

He unconsciously imagined the Su family villa brightly lit up at this moment.

I could even faintly hear the sound of a television and laughter coming from inside.

If Su Qinghe hadn't met him, she would probably be shivering in the heavy snow right now, with nowhere to go.

And these usurpers are living a really comfortable life.

"Need not."

Coming to his senses, Jiang Che gave Uncle Liu a brief instruction. He turned his head slightly, and when his gaze fell on the girl beside him, it softened a little.

He reached out and helped Su Qinghe tighten her scarf a little. "Let's stop here. Qinghe and I will go in first."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu's brows immediately furrowed into a deep frown.

"Young Master, this won't do."

He disregarded whether it was inappropriate or not and turned around to advise, "That family is just a bunch of thugs, shameless and brazen. What if they hurt you and Miss Su?"

Uncle Liu was genuinely worried that Su Daqiang's family might do something outrageous.

After all, those beasts were able to beat Miss Su so badly and throw her out; they were clearly a bunch of heartless monsters. How could a young master of such noble birth possibly go head-to-head with these mad dogs?

"It's alright, I'll take Qinghe to negotiate first, and if that doesn't work, I'll call you over."

Jiang Che patted Uncle Liu on the shoulder, signaling him to relax. "Besides, some scores need to be settled slowly to be truly satisfying. It's pointless to just lead a bunch of people in and ransack the house."

What he wanted was for these people to slowly vomit out what they had swallowed in fear, and then watch as everything they had vanished into thin air.

The most fun is killing someone by destroying their spirit, isn't it?

"So you just wait here for me. I'll let you know when I'm going in."

After Jiang Che finished speaking, he didn't give Uncle Liu a chance to refute him and directly pushed open the car door and got out.

A cold wind carrying snowflakes blew in, and Jiang Che braved the wind and snow to go around to the other side, reaching out to pull Su Qinghe down.

"It's so cold."

Su Qinghe shrank her neck, burying her entire face in the fluffy scarf, leaving only her unfocused big eyes blinking.

"Yes, it's a bit cold, but bear with it for a little while." Jiang Che took her hand in his and held it tightly. "It'll be warm once we go inside."

"Okay~" Su Qinghe obediently walked beside him.

She habitually sniffed the surrounding air, and whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the air here seemed somewhat familiar.

Especially the scent of pine carried on the wind; just smelling that scent would send a chill down her spine.

Combining this with the conversation between Jiang Che and Uncle Liu that she had overheard in the car, Su Qinghe had a vague idea in her mind.

"Let's go."

Seeing her lost in thought, Jiang Che gently squeezed her hand.

Su Qinghe snapped out of her thoughts, obediently hummed in agreement, and then followed Jiang Che into the residential area.

The security guard had already spotted the Maybachs; anyone who could drive one was either rich or powerful, so he didn't dare stop them. He saluted and let them pass.

The two walked forward through the snow, their feet crunching and leaving two lines of footprints.

One row is large, the other is small, standing parallel to each other, stretching all the way to the end of the streetlights.

Jiang Che was worried that Su Qinghe's small steps would make it difficult for her to keep up, so he slowed down and kept his body slightly turned to the side to shield the girl from the wind.

"Are your hands still cold?" He squeezed the soft little hand in his palm; it was still a bit icy.

But Su Qinghe shook her head, gently rubbing her head against Jiang Che's arm. "I'm not cold, I'm sweating."

Jiang Che smiled and loosened his grip slightly, but still maintained the position of their fingers intertwined.

"Is it after turning left at that next intersection?"

Now that things have come to this, there's no need for him to hide anything anymore. He knows that with Su Qinghe's keen senses, she should have already figured out where this place is.

Su Qinghe buried her face even deeper into her scarf. "Um... it's the third house on the left."

Jiang Che could sense that she was a little nervous. He could understand her feelings. After all, she was about to face the enemy who had hurt her in the past. Anyone would feel some fear in that situation.

He looked away from Su Qinghe's face, gazed at the swirling snowflakes, and sighed softly.

The two quickly turned left, and the Su family's house came into Jiang Che's view.

Jiang Che raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch. It was just past lunchtime, and Su Daqiang's family should all be there.

It's perfect to take them all at once, saving us the trouble of searching for them one by one.

Uncle Liu is always reliable, so the community's surveillance cameras are probably under maintenance by now.

In other words, no matter what happens later, not a single piece of evidence will be left behind.

Thinking of this, Jiang Che's smile turned colder, and his eyes revealed a ruthless glint.

He snapped out of his thoughts and pulled Su Qinghe to a stop at the villa in front of them.

Looking inside, the villa was brightly lit, and tacky red lanterns hung in the yard, making it look no different from a nouveau riche household.

Su Qinghe silently prepared herself mentally, taking a deep breath and trying to control her fear and nervousness.

Even though she tried her best, her hands still trembled uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid."

Su Qinghe heard Jiang Che's gentle voice. She was about to subconsciously turn her head to "look" at Jiang Che when she suddenly fell into a warm and strong embrace.

In an instant, her every breath was filled with the boy's fresh and pleasant scent, which traveled down her nose and spread rapidly to her limbs, completely swallowing up all the fear and unease in her heart.

"I told you, I would take you back what rightfully belongs to you."

Jiang Che released the girl from his arms, raised his hand to stroke her fluffy head, and then turned his gaze to a figure rushing towards him in the distance, his expression gradually turning cold.

"Now is the time for us to take action."