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

Even if it means running himself ragged, he has to win this ticket to his future with Su Qinghe.

The middle-aged man stared into Jiang Che's eyes for a few seconds, seemingly trying to confirm the truthfulness of his words.

A moment later, the uncle screwed on the lid of the thermos and nodded at him.

"Take off your shoes."

"Huh?" Jiang Che was taken aback.

"Just take it off when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense."

The middle-aged man impatiently urged, "Run two laps barefoot on the grass, landing on the balls of your feet, and feel the feedback from the ground."

"If you want to change your posture, first learn how to use your feet."

"Okay, sure."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che didn't hesitate. He quickly took off his shoes and stepped barefoot onto the frost-covered grass.

hiss--

A bone-chilling coldness seeped into his feet and surged up to his head, making him shudder uncontrollably.

But he stubbornly kept quiet and, following the uncle's instructions, tentatively took a step.

The middle-aged man stood by and watched, occasionally calling out a few words.

"Stand up straight! Don't look like a shrimp!"

"Breathe! Inhale every three steps! Don't gasp for air!"

……

After struggling for about half an hour, Jiang Che felt like his legs no longer belonged to him.

Surprisingly, the stinging pain in my knee did lessen considerably, and my breathing seemed to become easier as well.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

The man glanced at the time, waved his hand, and said, "I have to go back to buy groceries and cook."

Seeing this, Jiang Che quickly put on his shoes. Without even wiping his sweat, he caught up with the man and asked, "Uncle, will you come again tomorrow?"

The uncle didn't turn around, but just waved his hand with his back to him.

"It depends on my mood."

Although no one gave a definite answer, Jiang Che had a vague feeling that the uncle would still come tomorrow.

As he watched the uncle's figure gradually disappear into the distance, he reviewed today's practice in his mind, and his admiration for the uncle grew stronger.

A gust of cold wind interrupted his thoughts, and Jiang Che came back to his senses, turning around and slowly walking towards home.

As he walked, he took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the messages.

He was startled as soon as he turned on his phone; a bright red "99+" icon was prominently displayed on the WeChat icon.

Jiang Che quickly opened it and found it was full of WeChat messages from Su Qinghe.

Hundreds of unread messages, all with the same content—

Where did you go?

[Jiang Che?]

【husband?】

Don't leave me...

Please answer the phone...

The last message was sent half a minute ago; it was a voice message.

Jiang Che clicked to listen, and the voice coming from it was clearly sobbing and trembling, enough to tug at one's heartstrings just by listening to it.

"Jiang Che...where are you...I'm scared..."

Jiang Che immediately felt a sense of foreboding. How could he have imagined that this little rascal would wake up so quickly?

She wakes up and can't find him; who knows what kind of dramatic scenario she'll conjure up in her mind about him running away.

Jiang Che no longer cared about whether someone was a master or not, and quickly sped back to the city.

Fortunately, the elevator was empty at that moment, and he quickly took it upstairs and hurriedly entered the password to open the door.

The door had barely opened a crack when suppressed sobs could be heard coming from inside.

His heart skipped a beat, and without even changing his shoes, he rushed into the bedroom.

The small figure on the bed was huddled under the covers, trembling, clutching her phone tightly in her hand, the screen still lit.

"Qinghe!"

Jiang Che called out, took a few steps over, and pulled the person and the blanket into his arms.

The person in his arms visibly stiffened for a moment, then, as if grasping at a lifeline, suddenly lunged back.

Su Qinghe gripped his neck tightly with both hands and burst into tears, crying, "Where did you go... Waaah... Where did you go..."

She cried until her voice was hoarse, burying her face in Jiang Che's neck and rubbing against him, her tears and snot covering his clothes.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Jiang Che didn't find her dirty; he was filled with heartache and self-blame, gently patting her back to help her breathe.

"I just went downstairs for a run, right in the neighborhood, I didn't go far."

"You bad guy..."

Su Qinghe complained pitifully, "You big bad guy, why didn't you answer my calls... I called so many times and no one answered..."

"I've thought it all through... If you don't want me anymore, I'll die..."

Jiang Che felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

He pulled the person in his arms away slightly and cupped her tear-streaked face in his hands.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Jiang Che frowned slightly, his tone becoming much more serious, "My phone was in my pocket and on silent, so I didn't hear it. It's my fault, and I accept the punishment."

"But if you dare mention the word 'death' again, I'll really get angry."

Su Qinghe shrank back, startled by his serious tone; she could clearly sense that he was angry.

"Then from now on... you have to take me with you wherever you go."

She sobbed as she made her demands, her hand fumbling for Jiang Che's clothes, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go.

"Even if it's just going downstairs to take out the trash, you have to take me with you."

"Okay, take it with you."

Jiang Che sighed helplessly, took a tissue from the bedside table to wipe her face, and his tone softened again, "Don't even mention taking out the trash, from now on I'll tie you to my belt when I go to the men's room, okay?"

"puff……"

Su Qinghe was so amused that she stopped crying and started laughing, with snot bubbles coming out of her nose.

She buried her head in Jiang Che's chest shyly, then sniffed him again, still a little worried.

There was no perfume scent, nor any other woman's scent, only a unique masculine pheromone aroma.

Su Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief. She pouted, still feeling a little wronged, "Why didn't you wake me up this morning?"

"Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to."

Jiang Che pinched her nose; it felt soft and squishy. "Today's a big day, you need to be well-rested, right?"

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then remembered what she was supposed to do today.

I need to have surgery.

The tension I felt before going to bed last night suddenly resurfaced.

"Alright, stop dawdling and get up to wash your face and brush your teeth."

Jiang Che patted her bottom; it felt wonderful. "We need to get to the hospital as soon as possible so we can get the surgery done quickly."

……

It was almost 7:30 when the two of them got ready and left the house.

While in the car, Su Qinghe held Jiang Che's arm tightly, wanting to confirm that he was always by her side.

She's even more clingy than before.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Jiang Che didn't register and took Su Qinghe directly to the ophthalmology ward.

Bai Yuning had already made arrangements.

Just a few steps from the elevator, Jiang Che saw a young nurse running towards them.

"Are you Mr. Jiang and Ms. Su? Director Hu is waiting for you in his office."

Jiang Che nodded, then quickly led Su Qinghe toward the office.

Upon entering the office, Director Hu was frowning as he looked at several films.

Seeing the two enter, the old man pushed his glasses down.

"You're here? Please have a seat."