When Su Qing got a clear look at the man’s face, he was instantly struck by the murderous aura radiating from him!
The man stood nearly 1.9 meters tall, but his presence felt like it was 2.8 meters!
Before the Su family fell into ruin, they had been wealthy.
Following his father around, Su Qing had met plenty of businessmen.
But not a single one of them had ever had this man’s presence!
“Su Qing! Get lost!”
Before He Jingchen could even speak, Tong Yue suddenly stepped in front of him, shielding him behind her.
His heart, calm as a still lake, rippled ever so slightly—then quickly returned to calm.
With one hand in his pocket, he remained a bystander.
“Tong Yue!” Su Qing demanded. “Who is this man? Don’t tell me he’s your sugar daddy?”
“Your family went bankrupt, you’ve got no money, so now you’re out selling your body!”
Slap!
What cut him off was the crisp sound of a slap across the face.
Su Qing covered his cheek, staring at Tong Yue in disbelief.
She’d gotten so bold—she actually dared to hit someone!
A flicker of surprise flashed through He Jingchen’s eyes. Even he himself hadn’t noticed that a faint smile had appeared on his face.
“You’re exactly who I meant to hit!” Tong Yue screamed at Su Qing. “He’s my husband! If you spout any more nonsense, I’ll tear your mouth apart!”
To hell with it—she just couldn’t stand watching Su Qing bully people!
Bullying He Jingchen? She couldn’t tolerate that for even a second!
“Get out! If you don’t, I’ll have the police lock you up right now!”
Tong Yue, drawing on some unknown source of strength, shoved Su Qing hard toward the door.
Su Qing stumbled and nearly fell. Just then, two police officers happened to return from outside after finishing their duties.
Seeing this, Su Qing spat on the ground twice, shot He Jingchen one last glance, and slunk away with his head down.
Tong Yue finally let out a long breath.
She deeply regretted ever having dated Su Qing—it had become the biggest stain of her life!
The only reason she’d fallen for Su Qing was that she’d been starved for love. Su Qing had never loved her at all!
Only after venting her anger did she realize He Jingchen had been watching the whole time.
Embarrassed, she turned around and smoothed down her messy hair.
“Sorry, just now…” She glanced at him cautiously. “I said you were my husband just now. You’re not angry, are you?”
How unbelievable—those two scalding words had slipped out of her mouth so easily.
He Jingchen stood with both hands in his pockets, his expression as indifferent as ever, not a ripple on his face.
“I’m not angry.”
With that, he brushed past her and walked toward the police station entrance.
Tong Yue watched his back and quietly followed.
She remembered what Grandpa He had once told her about his precious grandson—that he had a cold personality and was hard to get along with.
Today she’d seen it for herself. He was way too cold, like a block of ice. No wonder he didn’t have a girlfriend.
But since he had come to rescue her, she’d let it slide.
Tong Yue caught up to He Jingchen and noticed the sky was gradually darkening. She checked the time—it was almost six.
After a moment’s thought, she said to him, “Thank you for saving me. Let me buy you dinner tonight.”
He Jingchen turned his head and looked at her cautious manner, finding it a little amusing.
A moment ago she’d been like a tigress, and now she was playing the gentle one.
“Fine.” He nodded readily. “You pick the place.”
He happened to have something to give her, and there were some rules he needed to explain to her.
Tong Yue used to work part-time jobs often, so she knew the major streets of Jingshi well, and she could rattle off the best places to eat without missing a beat.
She remembered a pretty good restaurant nearby, so she took He Jingchen there.
She even splurged on a private room.
The restaurant was mid-range, decorated in Chinese style.
It was the dinner rush, so the place was crowded. The two of them went up to the second floor and into the private room.
Sitting face to face, Tong Yue poured him a cup of hot tea. He Jingchen glanced at it, confirmed it was clean, then picked it up and took a slow sip.
Tong Yue was very nervous.
She picked up the menu, whose cover felt a bit greasy, secretly pulled a wet wipe from her bag, cleaned it, and handed it to him.
He Jingchen took the menu and flipped through it slowly.
Tong Yue was genuinely curious about his family.
What kind of parents could raise a child with this kind of personality?
A family that could offer a one-million bride price definitely wasn’t short on money.
He Jingchen looked like a child raised in love and pampering—there was none of that people-pleasing air about him.
Nothing like her at all.
He Jingchen looked through the menu—all home-style dishes.
He was usually swamped with work, and his daily meals, lodging, and travel were all handled by his assistant and housekeeper.
He read through it once, somewhat at a loss.
When he looked up, he met Tong Yue’s deep, large eyes.
Her eyes were beautiful—big and bright, unforgettable at first glance.
She smiled at him: “Order whatever you like. It’s my treat.”
He Jingchen tugged at his tie and nodded.
His ears suddenly felt a little hot.
He casually ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to Tong Yue.
Tong Yue took it with a smile, looked it over, and widened her eyes in curiosity: “You like spicy food?”
“Fuqi feipian, garlic pork slices…”
All spicy dishes.
He Jingchen frowned.
He never paid attention to food, never cooked, and when eating out, he never ordered the dishes himself.
He never ate spicy food either.
Tong Yue said happily, “I love spicy food too. Eating spicy food is good for your skin.”
With that, she checked off a few more items on the menu, then turned and went out to hand it to the waiter.
Soon, all the dishes arrived.
Apart from a vegetable soup, everything was blazing red.
Tong Yue picked up her chopsticks, full of enthusiasm: “Dig in! This place is pretty famous—good food at good prices.”
He Jingchen picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of bright-red fuqi feipian into his mouth.
Cough, cough.
It nearly choked the tears out of him.
Tong Yue hurriedly opened a bottle of cola and handed it to him. “Eat slowly, no rush.”
He Jingchen was choking too hard to speak. He picked up the cola and gulped down a big mouthful.
He almost never drank this stuff.
He had a professional personal doctor and nutrition team, and he ate only the healthiest food.
Tong Yue watched him with smiling, crescent eyes.
He Jingchen put down the cola can and gave it a light shake—only then did he realize he had drunk more than half of it.
He Jingchen wiped his mouth, pulled a bank card from his pocket, and handed it to her.
“This card is for you. From now on, I’ll transfer 20,000 into it every month as living expenses.”
Tong Yue picked up the card. It was brand new—clearly just issued.
“20,000 is a lot!”
She asked with genuine concern, “If you give me 20,000 every month, will you have enough for yourself? Actually, you don’t have to give me this much.”
He Jingchen paused.
Remembering the way she had looked yesterday when she accepted his grandfather’s bride price at the Civil Affairs Bureau entrance?
He sneered: “Are you mocking me for giving too little? 20,000 probably isn’t even enough for you to buy one bag.”