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

The room was extremely quiet; the other two patients in the triple room were not in the room at the time.

Liu Wei, dressed in a smart casual outfit, was sitting in a caregiver's chair with his back to the door.

He held a soft cloth in his hand, slowly wiping a military dagger, then raised it above his head until he saw the blade reflecting a few points of cold light, before putting it down again with satisfaction.

"Brother, I've bought the food," Liu Mengyao called out.

Liu Wei gave a faint "hmm," but his hand continued wiping the knife, steadily and repeatedly wiping the blade.

Only after the blade was fully reflected in the white light from the window did he flick his wrist and, with a "click," sheath the dagger back into its military-green sheath.

Liu Wei stood up and turned around, his gaze lingering on Jiang Che for two seconds before he nodded slightly as a greeting.

He then skipped over it and landed on the lunchbox that Liu Mengyao was holding.

"You've arrived just in time. Mom just woke up and said she was hungry."

Liu Wei stepped forward, took the lunchbox, and patted his sister's shoulder, without even glancing at Su Qinghe standing next to Jiang Che.

He treated Su Qinghe as if she were nothing more than air.

Su Qinghe had mentally rehearsed several times, preparing various polite greetings and titles for elders, but Liu Wei's cold and indifferent attitude completely blocked her from speaking.

She froze on the spot, her fingers unconsciously tightening, gripping Jiang Che's down jacket cuff tightly.

Jiang Che's eyes darkened, and in just one second, he saw through Liu Wei's low-class trick.

Even an ordinary person would notice the presence of another living person in the ward, let alone Liu Wei, who is a special forces soldier and whose observation skills are much sharper than those of ordinary people.

The reason for deliberately ignoring Su Qinghe was clearly to give her a hard time and to forcibly isolate her psychologically.

"Instructor Liu, Aunt Zhang."

Jiang Che's expression turned slightly cold. He then took a half step back, half-pushing Su Qinghe in front of him, breaking the deadlock. "Let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Su Qinghe."

Liu Wei was bending over to tidy up the small dining table on the hospital bed when he heard this, and his movements stopped in mid-air.

He straightened up and turned his head, but his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Che's face, past Su Qinghe's head.

"Jiang Che, you've come at the right time. You and Mengyao left in a hurry this morning, so I didn't have a chance to comment on your training results today."

"Your performance this morning was pretty good overall, within my acceptable range. The only downsides were that your pace dropped a little during the last three kilometers of sprint, and you didn't quite get your breathing rhythm right."

Liu Wei's voice was flat and emotionless as he abruptly shifted the topic to training: "Overall, you have a good foundation, but you still need to work on your willpower."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Liu Mengyao, who was setting out the dishes, and said with admiration, "Mengyao is a little weak in physical strength, but she has the tenacity of the Liu family in her bones. She didn't call to stop even though she was almost throwing up today."

"In addition, Mengyao's grades are also quite good, and she's a good candidate for military academy. If you two can get into the Capital Military Academy in the future, you can take care of each other."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che finally understood Liu Wei's intention, and a cold glint appeared between his brows.

So after going through all that trouble, only this last half-sentence is what he really wanted to say.

The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room instantly froze to freezing point.

Everyone present was not stupid. It was obvious at a glance that Liu Wei was deliberately targeting someone by suddenly bringing up these inexplicable topics.

He deliberately talked about topics unrelated to Su Qinghe, such as special training and military academy, simply to draw an impenetrable circle around Jiang Che and Liu Mengyao, and to brutally isolate Su Qinghe, who had no background and was not even in good health, from this circle.

To put it simply, Liu Wei's current actions are an attempt to forcibly separate the two.

Su Qinghe lowered her eyes and stood there quietly, her pretty face showing no emotion whatsoever.

No one knew that within this seemingly delicate body, a morbid and dark emotion was like a flame doused with gasoline, leaping wildly upwards.

Su Qinghe's right hand, hanging by her side, clenched slightly, her nails digging deep into the soft flesh of her palm, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

Countless thoughts of tearing this arrogant and rude man in front of her had already flashed through her mind.

Fortunately, Zhang Suyun, who was in the hospital bed, noticed something was wrong in time and broke the silent and awkward atmosphere.

"Oh, so she's Xiao Che's girlfriend. Quick, Meng Yao, bring two small stools over for them to sit down."

Upon hearing this, Liu Mengyao finally came to her senses, said "Oh," and then moved two chairs from the corner of the wall.

"Aunt Zhang, are you feeling any better today?"

Jiang Che led Su Qinghe to sit down beside the hospital bed, then turned his head and looked at Su Qinghe, introducing her again: "This is Qinghe, my girlfriend. I just happened to be passing by today and brought her to see you."

Zhang Suyun glanced at Su Qinghe, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes. She nodded repeatedly, praising the girl for her beauty, and then took Su Qinghe's hand, asking her all sorts of questions.

The gloom that had been lingering in Su Qinghe's heart dissipated slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes. She quickly began chatting amiably with Zhang Suyun.

Liu Wei, whose plan had failed, coldly watched the seemingly harmonious scene before him, his face growing increasingly grim. However, out of consideration for his mother, Zhang Suyun, he ultimately remained silent.

He sat back down in his chair, picked out the biggest and reddest apple from the fruit bowl on his bedside table, and took out the military knife he had just wiped clean to start peeling it.

Liu Wei's hand was extremely steady, the blade gliding along the fruit flesh, circle after circle.

The bright red peel quickly slid down his large palm without breaking in the middle.

"Jiang Che, I heard my father mention a few days ago that when he was in Beijing, besides Grandpa Jiang, he also had close relationships with several former leaders."

Liu Wei stared at the apple in his hand, speaking casually, "These old leaders are no ordinary people; they are all number one figures in various regions of China, on par with your grandfather."

"I know that your Jiang family has a large business and makes a lot of money. In recent years, you have also shifted your development focus from Lincheng to the capital."

"You're not a child anymore. You should know that the waters in the capital are very deep. If you don't have someone to back you up, you won't go far."

Jiang Che looked calmly at Liu Wei. "So, what is Instructor Liu trying to say by telling me all this?"