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

Jiang Che sat on a chair outside waiting for her, recalling Su Qinghe's reaction and what she had said earlier.

He sighed. In fact, he could tell that Su Qinghe had compromised in the end, probably because she didn't want to spoil his mood anymore.

But he still hoped she would like it, after all, it was clothes he bought for her, and if she wasn't happy wearing them, it would be better not to wear them at all.

Thinking this through, Jiang Che decided to ask Su Qinghe after she came out, and if she really didn't like it, then he wouldn't buy it.

A few minutes later, the fitting room door was gently pushed open.

Su Qinghe came out, wearing a beige dress.

The skirt has a very simple design, and the hemline is just right at the knee.

Su Qinghe's cheeks were a little red. She gently pinched the hem of her skirt with one hand and groped her way out with the other.

Jiang Che saw her come out and immediately went forward to support her arm.

Feeling the warmth of Jiang Che's palm, Su Qinghe's tense heart immediately relaxed, and she asked him with a gentle smile, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Jiang Che looked her up and down. She had chosen a dress that was quite long, with the hem just covering her thighs.

That way, the bruises on her thighs won't be visible.

Jiang Che's gaze fell on her arm again, and after seeing what was on it, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The bruises on her arms were far more numerous than the ones he had seen on her thighs the night before.

It was covered in bruises and welts; just looking at it made one's heart ache.

These guys are a bunch of animals!

A surge of anger rose in Jiang Che's heart, and he immediately understood why Su Qinghe had said she didn't like wearing skirts.

So that's why she was afraid of showing the injuries on her legs and arms.

Jiang Che clenched his fist instantly, staring at Su Qinghe without saying a word for a long time.

Su Qinghe was still waiting for Jiang Che's reaction, but after waiting for a long time, she did not hear Jiang Che make a sound.

"Jiang Che?"

She called out to him somewhat uneasily.

Jiang Che pulled himself out of his thoughts and tried to make his voice sound calm so as not to frighten her.

"Yes, it looks great. This dress suits you very well."

Upon receiving the boy's affirmation and praise, Su Qinghe immediately felt a sweet joy welling up inside her.

"Shall I try on a few other items?"

Jiang Che didn't answer immediately, but asked her first, "Don't you dislike wearing skirts? You don't have to force yourself for me. If you really don't like it, we won't watch it and we can watch it in different clothes."

Su Qinghe froze upon hearing Jiang Che's words.

Her small hands, gripping the hem of her skirt, tightened unconsciously. After a long while, she gently shook her head.

"I wasn't forced."

She said softly, then forced a smile, "I like it. Just now... I was just a little unaccustomed to it."

Jiang Che's gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on the arm the girl was holding.

Looking at the girl's face, which was trying so hard to please him, the fire in his heart burned even brighter.

It's hard to imagine what those beasts did to her to turn someone who was once so bright and cheerful into someone so utterly despicable.

Jiang Che didn't say anything more. He reached out and took the old clothes that Su Qinghe had just changed out of from her hands, and then stuffed them, along with the other items he had just picked out, into the hands of the sales assistant next to him.

"These few items, and," he pointed to Su Qinghe's clothes, "I want them all. Wrap up everything except what she's wearing."

The sales assistant's smile froze for a moment. Thinking she hadn't heard her clearly, she asked again, "Sir, you mean... you want all of these?"

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem!"

The sales assistant quickly shook her head, her smile becoming much more genuine – this was a big order!

Su Qinghe, who was listening nearby, was terrified. She hurriedly reached out to tug at Jiang Che's sleeve.

"Jiang Che, no need! One is enough, buying so many is too wasteful..."

"Listen to me."

Jiang Che's attitude was tougher than ever before, and his tone was icy.

Su Qinghe shrank back in fright at his words and dared not speak again.

She could sense that Jiang Che seemed angry.

Was he angry that she lied earlier? Or was he angry that she was wasting his money?

The girl stood there, her heart pounding, completely panicked.

Jiang Che ignored her wild thoughts. He took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to the sales assistant. "Swipe the card and have it delivered directly to this address."

He casually picked up the paper and pen handed to him by the sales assistant and wrote down his apartment address.

The sales assistant took the card, her eyes lit up, and she quickly went to pack it up.

Jiang Che then turned around and grabbed Su Qinghe's wrist, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Let's move on to the next one."

He used a bit too much force, and Su Qinghe was pulled along by him, staggering as she followed behind.

Jiang Che was chatting and laughing with Su Qinghe when they were walking, but now he was silent and exuded a low-pressure atmosphere.

He was really angry.

Su Qinghe's heart sank little by little, and her face turned deathly pale.

She didn't want to be abandoned by Jiang Che, but she didn't know what to do to appease him.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Che pulled her into a store that sells winter clothes.

This store has a casual and comfortable style, and mainly sells items like hoodies and down jackets.

"Go and try these on."

Jiang Che casually picked out a few thick and soft-looking clothes, stuffed them into Su Qinghe's arms, and then led her to the door of the fitting room.

His tone was still not very good, it was harsh.

Holding the clothes, Su Qinghe pursed her lips and obediently walked into the fitting room without asking any questions.

She was afraid that if she said another word, Jiang Che would get even angrier.

As the fitting room door closed, Jiang Che's cold expression softened slightly.

He walked to a secluded corner, took out his phone, and dialed a number he knew by heart.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Hey, Uncle Liu."

A deep, middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Che? What made you think of calling Uncle Liu? Are you short of money?"

Uncle Liu was his father's most capable assistant. He had been with Jiang Che's father for over twenty years and had watched Jiang Che grow up.

"I have enough money." Jiang Che wasn't in the mood for jokes and cut straight to the point, "Help me look into someone."

"Who?" Uncle Liu's tone also became serious.

"Su Qinghe is a student at Lincheng No. 1 Middle School, and she's in the same grade as me."

Jiang Che paused for a moment, then continued, "Find out what's been going on in her family lately, especially the group of thugs who frequent the backstreets of the school, and her relatives."

Jiang Che practically gritted his teeth when he said the word "relatives".

"I want to know who bullied her like this."

Uncle Liu was silent for a few seconds before replying, "Okay, I'll check right away. How long will it take to get the results?"

Jiang Che leaned against the wall, looking towards the fitting room, his eyes icy cold. "The sooner the better."

"And also," he added, "find out where her parents are."