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

She read the post from beginning to end, browsed the comments section, and finally returned the phone to Jiang Che.

"I didn't hire anyone to take the photos," she said in a muffled voice, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"I know." Jiang Che took the phone, opened WeChat and found Lu Ziang. "I'll ask Lao Lu to help me check the IP address of the poster."

"No need..." Su Qinghe tugged at his sleeve. "These kinds of posts will sink in a couple of days. Everyone just reads them for fun and then forgets about them."

"It's necessary." Jiang Che shook his head, retorting seriously, "I'm not targeting this post, but this kind of person."

"If they post something sneaky today, they might post something even worse tomorrow. This time it's targeting you, but who knows who it might target next time."

"Keeping this kind of person around will always be a potential problem."

Su Qinghe remained silent.

She knew that once Jiang Che made a decision, no one could stop him, and frankly, she was also uncomfortable with it.

She didn't pose for photos, she didn't put on a show, and she didn't have any of the messy intentions mentioned in the posts.

She saw a tiny, emaciated kitten, felt sorry for it, and wanted to help it.

It's that simple.

Why do some people have to distort this matter in such a way?

Jiang Che sent Lu Ziang a message, briefly explaining the situation and asking him to find the account's real-name information and IP address in the background.

Lu Ziang replied instantly with "Received".

After finishing his business, Jiang Che found that his girlfriend was still sullen.

Her little face was full of frustration, her lips were slightly pouting, and her fingers were unconsciously playing with the fabric at the end of her robe's belt.

He put the phone back on the bedside table, then reached out and pulled Su Qinghe into his arms.

Su Qinghe leaned against him, remaining silent and withdrawn.

The two leaned against each other for a while before Su Qinghe whispered, "A-Che, why do you think they're always like this?"

"It's such a small thing, why do you have to think the worst..."

Jiang Che gently rubbed her still slightly damp temples with his fingers: "Because some people just can't stand seeing others do well."

"If you're doing well, they're uncomfortable; if you do good deeds, they'll try to prove you're faking it; if you're better than others, they'll assume you must have used some underhanded methods."

"It's not that you did anything wrong, it's their problem."

Su Qinghe buried her face in his neck and after a while, she softly hummed in agreement.

Jiang Che lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead: "Sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."

Su Qinghe shook her head: "I won't go for a morning run tomorrow, I'll sleep in a little longer."

"Hey, did the sun rise in the west? Who was it that said they'd keep going for morning runs to stay fit even without a physical fitness test?"

"Hmm... but not getting enough sleep is bad for your health, so why push yourself so hard?"

Su Qinghe yawned slightly, her voice becoming muffled, "Besides, I've had so much going on these past few days, I'm a bit tired... so I'll just take a day off..."

"Alright, alright, whatever Commander Su says goes."

Su Qinghe smiled with her eyes closed, reached out and hugged his waist, buried her head in his chest, and quickly fell asleep.

……

noon the next day.

The sun is shining brightly, and the temperature has risen considerably compared to the past few days.

Su Qinghe was wearing a beige sweatshirt and walked side by side with Jiang Che on the path leading to the school.

The last long class in the morning ended a little later than usual, and there was probably already a long line at the cafeteria, so the two decided to grab a quick bowl of noodles outside the school before heading to the library.

As Su Qinghe approached the entrance of the teaching building, a girl suddenly strode over from the side and blocked her path.

Su Qinghe paused and looked up, and Jiang Che also stopped.

The girl had her hair tied in a high ponytail, wore light makeup, and was quite pretty.

She was holding a phone in her hand, with the camera pointed directly at Su Qinghe.

The girl's eyes were red, as if she had just been crying. She immediately confronted Su Qinghe, demanding, "Su Qinghe, why did you steal my cat?"

Students passing by stopped in their tracks and all turned to look at them.

Jiang Che frowned and took half a step closer to Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, signaling him not to speak yet.

"Who are you?" she asked the girl in a nonchalant tone. "I don't think I know you."

The girl seemed to have been waiting for those words, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

"It's okay if you don't recognize me, but the cat you took away yesterday is my lucky charm!"

"I've had it for almost two years. Three days ago, my roommate accidentally let it out of the house. I searched everywhere on campus and only found out about it on the forum today!"

Her voice choked as she spoke, her finger trembling as she pointed at Su Qinghe: "You took it away. It was my only family. Do you know how I've been these past two days?"

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

"Holy crap, is this for real? Su Qinghe stole a cat?"

"Who is this woman? Her acting is way too exaggerated."

"Lucky Cat? Hahahaha, what a corny name for a cat."

"I'm just sitting here watching the show, not taking sides, waiting for solid evidence."

"I know this woman, she's Ding Siyu from next door! I think she's a blogger too."

"I know Ding Siyu, she's a small internet celebrity with tens of thousands of followers, she usually posts about beauty and stuff."

"If it's true, then Su Qinghe is really being unfair. She should return the cat to its owner right away."

More and more students gathered around, some recognizing Ding Siyu, others whispering among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Su Qinghe and Ding Siyu.

Ding Siyu wiped away her tears, sniffed, and moved her phone closer, focusing the camera on Su Qinghe's face.

"Su Qinghe, I know your family is rich and your boyfriend is well-connected. No one at school dares to mess with you."

"But Zhaocai is really important to me, please, please give it back to me!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her face; she looked utterly heartbroken.

Su Qinghe, clutching the book, turned pale.

The surrounding chatter surged in like a tide, each comment more jarring than the last.

She heard it all, every single word.

But she didn't back down at all. Instead, she stepped forward and coldly retorted to Ding Siyu, "First of all, Xiaoman has nothing on her that can prove her identity. You say it's your cat, where's the evidence?"

Su Qinghe spoke slowly and deliberately, her gaze sweeping across Ding Siyu's face before landing on the hand holding her phone.

"Secondly, I took it to the vet for a full check-up yesterday. The vet said it had been malnourished for a long time and had old injuries all over its body, which was obvious that it had been abused for a long time."

"You said it's your cat that you've had for two years... Does that mean I can interpret it as you having a fetish for abusing cats?"