Newlyweds are in the throes of passion, but Professor He's little darling wants a separation.

On the day the admission notice for the Master of Medicine program at Peking University arrived, the cicadas were chirping loudly outside the window, but Ms. Xie on the other end of the phone was far less excited than she had imagined.

"Qiqi, go home for a visit." Xie Chunxi stammered.

"Why go home?"

"Blind date."

"Mom, I don't want to go on blind dates. I'm only twenty-three years old. I just got accepted into Peking University's medical school for graduate studies. Why can you be a doctor, but I have to get married?" Wen Xi's stubborn voice was filled with boundless despair.

"Qiqi, your mother has no other choice. Remember, you bear the weight of Kant's fate on your shoulders! Besides, your marriage doesn't conflict with your studies..."

She angrily grabbed her handbag and scurried downstairs, bumping right into Xiaoman.

"Don't go down yet, that damn spoiled brat is here again. I'll go get a broom and chase him away."

Wen Xi quickly stopped her; graduation was approaching, and she didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

A red Porsche was parked across the entrance to the dormitory.

"Wow, this man is so handsome and rich. Princess Kant is so lucky!" a girl sighed.

"Kangde? Didn't you see the news? It says Kangde's funding chain has broken and it's on the verge of bankruptcy."

Wen Xi felt a burning sensation on the tips of his ears and was stunned.

Kangde Pharmaceutical established Cancer Care (Cancer Research Center) ten years ago, dedicated to the research and development of effective anti-cancer drugs. The research and development has burned through all the money, and the new drug is still in clinical trials, but the funding chain has run into problems.

Just a few months ago, Kangde was designated as a special treatment stock (ST) and was on the verge of being forcibly delisted.

The man standing before them, Xia Hao, was a notorious rich second-generation playboy in Haicheng, and naturally, he was also from Chong Kangde.

Wen Xi's marriage has been put on the agenda.

Once a leading pharmaceutical company, Kangde Pharmaceutical is now in decline. A fierce battle for control of Kangde has begun in the industry, and rumors circulate in investment circles that whoever marries her will be able to take over the entire company.

Of course, this is contingent on the completion of three rounds of investment in Kant.

Her marriage was a ruthless transaction and a string of cold numbers.

Beside the taxi at the school gate, a man's long, slender fingers lazily rested on the door handle, preparing to get in. Wen Xi rushed in first, slamming the door shut in one swift motion.

"Hey, my car!"

"Driver, to the airport, quick!"

The car window rolled down halfway, and a clear profile suddenly appeared in the dark eyes. His fair face was without makeup, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with darkness.

What a coincidence! He brushed past his blind date, his sexy thin lips curving slightly.

He was so busy he was dizzy. Wen Qiqi was studying at Jiangnan University.

He Tingchu's trip to Jiangcheng to "sacrifice herself" was also out of desperation.

His only condition for agreeing to the blind date was that the old man invest in his own son, Hanyu Technology.

Wen Qiqi's eyesight was still not as good as it had been ten years ago, and she didn't recognize him.

-

Airport boarding gate

Wen Xi was chatting animatedly with Xiao Man on the phone.

"Baby, what exactly did you say to that playboy? Why did he run away in fear?"

"I told him to go to Thailand first and then come back to marry me. Xiaoman, I need to go back to Haicheng right away. If he comes to the school to harass me again, remember to call the police for me."

At that moment, the airport announcement announced boarding. Wen Xi walked towards the boarding gate, followed by a man wearing a baseball cap, black clothes, and black pants.

That face was flawless, no matter who looked at it. Passengers behind them were whispering amongst themselves.

"Could that be the big star He Wangye?"

"No, I just saw his face clearly. He just looks like him. But I have to say, he's even better looking than He Wangye."

Wen Xi found her seat and fastened her seatbelt. She was so tired that she quickly became drowsy, her eyelids drooping. A burst of noise reached her ears.

"Boss, your seat is in the front." Xie Xing said in a muffled voice in economy class.

For some inexplicable reason, his boss (the way a doctoral student calls his supervisor) didn't sit in first class and insisted on squeezing into economy class with him and his assistant.

Xie Xing quickly found his seat. The girl by the window was wearing headphones and taking a nap with her eyes half-closed.

She lowered her head, her black hair cascading down to barely cover half of her plain face, making it difficult to see clearly, but it couldn't hide the ancient charm of an oriental beauty.

The refined and distinguished man behind him kicked him without hesitation, his voice deep and serious.

"Go sit in my seat."

"Really?" Xie Xing was overjoyed.

"Um."

It seemed someone had come from next door. Wen Xi half-opened his sleepy eyes, lifting his eyelids slightly.

A deep, mellow male voice reached his ears.

"Hey, you fastened my seatbelt."

The dim lights inside the cabin shone down, and Wen Xi lowered her eyes, her peripheral vision falling on the slender fingers on the man's jade-like wrist.

He wore a black watch on his wrist, the expensive watch gleaming with a metallic sheen, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly visible, giving him an indescribable air of restraint and sensuality.

What beautiful hands! They're a work of art.

Wen Xi stared at the hands, momentarily lost in thought, then belatedly realized that she had fastened the seatbelt in the wrong seat next to her.

She hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, fastened her own, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes again.

"Such a temper, this is the second time." The man's cold voice slammed down from above.

The cabin was noisy, and she couldn't hear clearly.

"Mr. He, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the data again?" The assistant beside him leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"It's alright. Tell them to handle the data issue as soon as possible. As for the mass production issue, I can solve the funding problem." He whispered to the man next to him about work. It was really noisy.

She turned her face away and continued sleeping, turning up the volume in her headphones a little, and soon became drowsy.

A cool, pleasant scent mixed with a faint aroma of minty shaving spray permeated her nostrils. Even though the scent was supposed to help her sleep, her eyelids drooped, and her head slumped uncontrollably.

In her dream, she was lying comfortably on a cloud, with a sheer cliff below. She was about to plummet when suddenly, she found some support and something caught her. Thank goodness, she was safe.

It was a beautiful dream that turned out alright, though it was a close call.

...

She didn't know how long she had slept when the flight attendant nudged her arm, and she realized the plane had landed in Haicheng. There was a blanket suddenly on her, and no one was beside her.

"Sister, your boyfriend is so handsome! Where's your big brother?" A little girl sitting in the back row chased after him and asked.

She paused for a moment, then corrected her seriously.

"Little friend, he's not my boyfriend, I don't know him."

-

The iron gate of the Wen family villa was ajar, the guard booth was empty, and Huang Ma was nowhere to be found.

She tiptoed to the door of the study on the second floor, intending to surprise her parents.

"We can't pay wages now, and the production line has stopped. Honey, is Kangde going to be completely ruined in my hands?"

"If all else fails, just sell Kant."

Selling Kant?

"I don't agree to sell it. Kant is Grandma's life's work over the years."

"Why did you come back early? You can't handle things at home; you're still too young."

"If I don't come back, will there be no Kant left?"

"Qiqi, we've tried everything, but we just can't raise the money... unless..." Wen Shiyuan covered his bloodshot eyes, hesitating to speak. He hadn't slept for days and nights.

"Unless I marry into an alliance, right?"

"Dad, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for mismanaging the business..."

"Dad, I'm willing to do anything to save Kangde." Wen Xi's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Just then, the sound of a car engine shutting off came from the garden, followed by a burst of hearty laughter.

"Shiyuan, hurry up and come out to greet the guests." Zhang Xiue stood in the living room, leaning on her cane, followed by the elderly He couple.

"Uncle He, Aunt He." The parents quickly straightened the wrinkles in their clothes and went downstairs to greet the guests.

"Huang Ma, pour some tea," Wen's mother called out to the kitchen.

There was no sign of Huang Ma in the kitchen.

The He family - what brings you here?

The He family of Beijing—a frequent guest on financial news channels. Anyone who pays even a little attention to the investment circle will have heard of the He family, one of the top families in Beijing.

Mr. He was the founder of Yufeng Investment, which once held the top position in China's investment circle.

Returning to the relationship between the two families, Mr. Wen once saved Mr. He on the battlefield in Vietnam, and the Wen and He families did have close ties more than a decade ago.

However, since Mr. Wen passed away, the gap between the two families has widened, and they have gradually lost contact.

Later, the Wen family moved to Haicheng to develop their careers, thus completely severing ties.

Why would the He family come to Haicheng?

Their ambitions are now obvious.

"Oh, is this Xiao Qi? It's been ten years, and the little girl has grown even more beautiful." Grandma He caught sight of Wen Xi, who was about to head to the kitchen.

"Qiqi, aren't you going to greet people?"

"Grandpa, Grandma, hello~" Wen Xi forced a smile and said sweetly.

"Okay, all is well." Grandpa He and his wife exchanged a glance, having made up their minds.

"I've spoiled this girl rotten. After five years of medical school, she finally graduated, but she insisted on pursuing a master's degree. And guess what? She actually got accepted." Grandma Wen said with a proud look on her face when talking about her beloved granddaughter.

"Studying medicine is great! The Wen family is a family of doctors. Old Man Wen can rest in peace now. Which medical school did Xiao Qi apply to?"

"Kyoto University School of Medicine."

"That's great! If Xiao Qi comes to stay with us, it will help us get to know each other better..." Grandma He grabbed Grandma Wen's hand, reluctant to look away.

"It's not convenient to go to your house, is it?" Grandma Wen was a little hard of hearing, but she still got to the point.

"It's my fault for not explaining clearly, sister-in-law. Do you still remember the betrothal that Brother Wen and I made when we were children?" Grandpa He recounted in detail.

A childhood betrothal?

She must have heard correctly; what era is this?

These days, who would rush to get married if they're perfectly fine? The saying goes, "Don't get married or have children to ensure peace of mind."

Not to mention the outdated practice of childhood betrothal.

Wen Xi muttered to himself, but maintained a well-behaved smile on his face.

"It doesn't count. It was just a joke back then." Grandma Wen coldly withdrew one hand.

They didn't come earlier or later, but they just happened to come when Kant was experiencing financial difficulties.

So, he's got his eye on her little white rabbit.

Wen Xi was the only son in the Wen family, and Grandma Wen cherished him like the apple of her eye.

Trying to steal it?

no way.

She wouldn't sell her granddaughter to save Kant; Kant has his own destiny.

Did she know that the He family was large, but only had many male members, and was known for its male-dominated population and female-deficient population?

The He family has two branches, both with four eldest grandsons.

"Sister-in-law, how can you say that's a joke? I'm serious. We have many candidates in our family, enough for Qiqi to choose from. No one is as suitable as our family... Besides,..."

I'll speak frankly: the Wen family needs funds right now. Am I right or wrong? Once Qiqi takes the lead...

Not only will I give him my grandson for free, but I'll also provide a dowry, making him a son-in-law of the Wen family! I will never let the Wen family suffer. Back then, Brother Wen took a bullet for me; otherwise, I would have died on the Vietnam battlefield. We have a life-or-death bond.

"Tell me, what about this friendship? How could you not keep in touch all these years? It makes me feel so guilty." Old Master He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and a tear silently rolled down his cheek.

Talking about the past inevitably brought up sad memories for the Wen family, and Grandma Wen turned her face away to secretly wipe away her tears.

The assistant tactfully handed over the documents.

"Let's not talk about unhappy things. As the saying goes, 'choose the tallest among the short,' so don't rush to reject me. My eldest son, He Tingchu... Hey, where's the photo... I clearly uploaded one, but I can't find it?"

"Tingchu is almost thirty this year, that's too much, it won't do," Grandma Wen said instinctively.

"Yeah, it's better if the eldest doesn't even look. He's old, and his personality is cold and aloof, like a block of wood. Wouldn't that be like an old cow eating young grass? My brother would probably scold me."

Let's look at the second one, look at those charming eyes. Oh, and the third one, he's like a little puppy. And this is the fourth one.

The old man then removed the man's file.

In short, He Tingchu has no chance.