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

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The atmosphere in the ward was much more relaxed compared to that in the police station.

Su Qinghe was playing on her phone at first, but it ran out of battery, so she had to put it back on the bedside table to charge.

He sat leaning against the headboard, idly fiddling with the folds of the blanket, amusing himself.

In addition, her eyes would occasionally drift towards the door, like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.

Uncle Liu was standing by the window at that moment, looking at the little girl's longing expression, and a rare smile appeared on his usually stern old face.

He had watched Jiang Che grow up, and this was the first time he had ever seen his young master so attentive to a girl.

In order to rescue the girl from those scumbags, his young master even managed to get Commander Liu to help him.

Uncle Liu didn't know exactly how Jiang Che and Liu Zhenguo met, but he subconsciously assumed that Liu Zhenguo was a savior that Jiang Che had brought along.

"Miss Su, would you like some water?"

Coming to his senses, Uncle Liu walked to the bedside table, picked up the thermos, and poured some hot water into the glass on the bedside table.

Su Qinghe snapped out of her daze, gave Uncle Liu a sweet smile, and looked as obedient as could be.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu, I'm not thirsty."

Her voice was soft and sweet, melting hearts.

Uncle Liu was increasingly pleased with Su Qinghe, this young girl.

This girl is not only beautiful, but also has a gentle personality, which complements her young master's stubbornness perfectly.

"Uncle Liu, was A-Che... this good when he was little?"

Since she had nothing better to do, Su Qinghe blinked her big eyes and looked at Uncle Liu, asking him about Jiang Che's gossip with great curiosity.

She desperately wanted to know about Jiang Che's past.

I want to know what he was like before, and all his joys and sorrows.

She wanted to memorize everything about Jiang Che, down to the last detail.

Uncle Liu smiled slightly, then pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, striking a pose as if he were about to tell a story.

"Impressive? That's incredibly impressive."

Uncle Liu quickly became lost in his memories, and he started talking non-stop.

"Young Master has always been principled since he was a child. Don't be fooled by his lazy and seemingly indifferent appearance; he's actually very clear-headed."

"When he was five years old, a relative's child came to visit and broke the young master's favorite Transformer."

"At the time, that relative even said, 'The child doesn't understand, so what if it's broken? We can just buy another one.'"

Su Qinghe listened intently, leaning forward involuntarily. "And then what happened? Did A-Che get angry?"

"Angry? Of course not."

Uncle Liu couldn't help but chuckle. "The young master didn't shed a single tear at the time. He even smiled and said it was nothing, then turned around and led the child to play in the garden."

"What was the result?"

"About ten minutes later, the child came running back crying and wailing, saying that he had fallen into the fish pond and swallowed a bellyful of fishy water."

"Everyone thought it was an accident, but only I knew that the young master was leading him to 'play' by the pond."

"As for how he fell, only God knows."

Although Uncle Liu's words were somewhat veiled, Su Qinghe understood their meaning perfectly after hearing them and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Her eyes were curved, like two crescent moons.

So it turns out that A-Che was a little cunning even when he was a child.

So cute.

Such a vengeful nature, and such a subtle way of retaliating—it's exactly to her liking.

"Anything else? Anything else?"

Su Qinghe, like a child addicted to listening to stories, kept pestering Uncle Liu to continue.

Uncle Liu was happy to talk about it, since Su Qinghe would most likely become his young mistress in the future, and it wouldn't hurt to know more about the young master's temperament.

The two chatted more and more enthusiastically.

They talked about how Jiang Che pranked his teachers when he was in school, and how he silenced those sarcastic relatives at a family gathering.

Su Qinghe's clear laughter could be heard from time to time in the ward.

After chatting for about half an hour, Uncle Liu saw that Su Qinghe's face had regained some color and she was in good spirits, so he felt relieved.

The young master had instructed Miss Su that she was frail and easily caught a cold, so Uncle Liu stood up, went over, and pulled up the blanket that had slipped off Su Qinghe's body.

"Miss Su, from now on, we're family."

Uncle Liu looked at Su Qinghe, his tone becoming somewhat sentimental, "Young Master may seem cold, but he's actually very warm-hearted."

"Especially for you, they treat you like a precious gem, afraid you'll melt if they hold you in their mouths or break if they hold you in their hands."

Su Qinghe's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly, drawing circles on the quilt with her fingers.

"I know, A-Che is the best to me."

When Jiang Che is mentioned, her voice always becomes very soft and full of girlish shyness.

Looking at her shy appearance, Uncle Liu shook his head, a hint of helplessness appearing on his weathered old face.

"So, Miss Su, you really didn't need to be so ruthless to yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the ward froze instantly.

The smile on Su Qinghe's face hadn't completely faded before it froze on her lips, making her look somewhat comical.

"Uncle Liu... what are you saying?"

After a moment, the girl slowly raised her head. Although her smile was stiff, it still lifted slightly again, and her eyes showed a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

She's pretending to be stupid.

At this moment, Su Qinghe's heart was pounding uncontrollably in her chest, one beat after another, making her ribs ache.

Uncle Liu didn't notice anything amiss.

When facing enemies, his intelligence and insight are comparable to Einstein and Sherlock Holmes, but Su Qinghe is clearly not an enemy, so Uncle Liu naturally has no guard up.

Since we've already come this far, Uncle Liu might as well ramble on a bit more.

"Sigh, I'm just a roughneck, I don't really understand how you young people date."

Uncle Liu sighed and pointed to Su Qinghe's lower abdomen, which was wrapped in thick gauze. "But Miss Su, you can't have surgery like this anymore."

"Since the young master has decided on you, then it must be you. Even if you don't stab yourself, the young master will still feel sorry for you and will still fight those people for you."

"Why bother? This physical pain is so unjust."

Su Qinghe's smile vanished completely.

Her already pale face lost all color, becoming utterly ashen.

The girl's hands, hidden under the blanket, were clenched into fists so tightly that she didn't even feel any pain when her nails dug into her flesh.

"Uncle Liu... this joke isn't funny."

Su Qinghe, clinging to the last shred of her sanity, smiled at Uncle Liu with a slightly trembling voice, "That knife was clearly stabbed by Lin Wanwan herself. The police are still investigating. How can you say that I stabbed myself..."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu scratched the back of his head, somewhat puzzled. "Huh? Didn't you tell the police yourself?"