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

The wedding of the He and Wen families was attended by all the prominent figures in the capital.

The He family announced that the event would be small-scale, with only close relatives and friends invited.

But the media sensed something was amiss, and dozens of media outlets set up their cameras at the ultra-luxury hotel under Yufeng's name on time.

To prevent paparazzi from taking photos, the He family has taken security measures to the extreme.

Guests entering the inner area are required to undergo triple identity verification and are not allowed to bring electronic devices, ostensibly to give the couple some privacy and space.

Accompanied by her parents, Wen Xi first went to the inner venue to rest. She had changed into her wedding dress in advance. Wen Shiyuan said that all their relatives were in Haicheng, so the wedding procession would be kept simple.

The hall was bustling with people, and it was past eleven o'clock, but Wen Xi still hadn't seen her groom.

Since the groom hadn't arrived, Wen Xi naturally couldn't go outside to greet the guests alone.

"Our Qiqi looks so beautiful today." Bai Xue came in wearing a light blue cheongsam and pulled her shawl over her shoulders.

"Why hasn't Tingyou arrived yet?" Xie Chunxi asked hurriedly.

"Um... he's on his way, but there's traffic, he's delayed, and I scolded him." Bai Xue's eyes seemed to dart away, and she stammered as she spoke.

"Mom, there's still time," Wen Xi reassured his mother, trying to take a deep breath, but his gaze lingered on the doorway for a long time.

Bai Xue's eyes also darted towards the door. She paced anxiously back and forth in the inner hall, glancing at her phone every now and then, her brow furrowed.

Half an hour passed quickly, and it was almost midnight.

The door to the inner hall was pushed open again, and He Youjun entered with a stern face. Bai Xue quickly went up to him and asked in a low voice.

"Did you find it?"

"The rascal ran away. The immigration department checked and said he took a flight to Paris early this morning."

"What!" Bai Xue's handbag fell to the ground.

Xie Chunxi noticed that Bai Xue seemed to be hiding something, her face darkened, and she questioned her sharply.

"What happened? How long are you going to keep this from us?"

"What exactly happened?" Wen Shiyuan interrupted loudly.

"Brother Wen, I'm sorry, that kid He Tingyou has run away." He Shijun's voice was barely audible.

"He went to Paris."

Yes, today is the opening ceremony of the Paris International Film Festival.

Xie Chunxi quickly clicked on the short video and saw a newly released online photo of popular male star He Wangye appearing at Charles de Gaulle Airport with popular young actress Zhou Yi.

He wore a black mask and a wide-brimmed baseball cap, but his true face was still hard to hide.

...

He Youjun felt that he had lost all face in this lifetime.

The phone Xie Chunxi was clutching slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. Wen Xi's gaze fixed on the photo, instantly becoming empty and numb.

Her breath hitched, and her heart almost stopped beating.

Wen Xi gripped the bouquet tightly, her fingertips turning white. Her heart sank, and her face turned deathly pale.

"My dear in-laws, it's my fault for not raising my son properly. I'm too ashamed to face you." Bai Xue bowed deeply, filled with shame.

"Who are your in-laws? You... He family, you've gone too far! We're not going to get married!" Wen Shiyuan was furious and shoved away He Youjun's arm.

"Qiqi, let's go home." Xie Chunxi came over and held Wen Xi's cold little hand.

Her hands were cold, even colder than ice.

Her eyelashes were wet, clumped together by tears, glistening tears welling in her eyes. Wen Xi bit her lip and remained silent, her heart choking with sobs.

It turns out that He Tingyou really didn't want to marry her.

It was all just wishful thinking on her part.

Reality slapped her hard in the face. What should she do? Should she just leave?

But what about Kant?

What should the Wen family do now?

If the two families are no longer related by marriage, will Yu Fung still invest?

"We can't leave. Wouldn't that make the Wen family a laughingstock?" Grandma Wen came in, leaning on her cane.

Her tone was serious, carrying an air of authority that brooked no dissent.

-

The boardroom on the top floor of the hotel

Grandpa He was so angry when he learned that He Tingyou had run away from the wedding that he almost fainted.

Fortunately, he was in good health and pulled through.

He Tingchu's men had just arrived downstairs; he was there to be a groomsman when he received a call from the old man saying it was extremely urgent, so he had no choice but to push open the door and come in.

"Tingchu, I want you to marry Qiqi. Are you willing?" Old Master He went straight to the point.

"He Tingyou, he really ran away?" He Tingchu curled his lips, as if everything was within his expectations.

"How did you know he was going to run away?" The old man frowned.

There's no need to ask; the old man's expression, as if he's about to start a war, says it all.

"No one would be so foolish as to get married so young, right?" He Tingchu slowly pulled up a chair and sat opposite the old man, with a playful expression that suggested he was enjoying the show.

"It's you who corrupted their morals," the old man scolded.

"You better take care of this for me, or don't blame me for being ruthless! Hanyu will..."

...

What? The old man has his eye on this juicy piece of meat?

"If you've got the guts, then kidnap me and force me to go to the wedding!" He Tingchu said nonchalantly, his attitude had to be aggressive in order to get the leverage he wanted.

"You've got guts!" The old man muttered as he dialed a number.

"Xiao Wang, withdraw all of Hanyu's funds. Yes... withdraw them now. Don't give him a single penny. Also, call Principal Ye and say that He Tingchu is my grandson... yes, my own grandson. Make Peking University expel him, saying he's a nepotism case, that he got in through connections. If they don't expel him, they'll cut off the Up Stairs scholarship program..."

This is clearly a fabrication.

"I didn't say I wouldn't marry you..." He Tingchu's expression changed drastically.

"I can marry that crybaby, but you have to agree to one condition."

"You son of a bitch, trying to make a deal with me? You're still too green. Spit it out already, we're in a real crisis. As long as you marry Qiqi, even ten of them, I'll agree to it. You're just thinking about those little things. I'll give you two years to mess around. If you can't handle it, get back to Yufeng and take over."

"What about funding?"

"I'll add another billion to your budget."

"What about Kyoto University?"

"Add another 100 million to the scholarships."

"Old man, it's a deal then." He Tingchu was dressed in a sharp suit, which, from a distance, was clearly the same one he had tried on at the bridal shop.

Fifteen minutes before the wedding officially began, Wen Xi pondered for a long time, her face flushed red, while the inner hall was in complete chaos.

She tried to take a deep breath. Her grandmother was right; once the news of her annulment spread, then Kangde Pharmaceuticals would... and the Wen family's reputation would be ruined...

Marriages into wealthy families are essentially transactions.

She should have known.

Her marriage was already priced in advance; there was no such thing as mutual love between two people.

joke!

Wen Xi pondered for a moment; she could not ignore Kant's existence, life or death.

Because her surname is Wen, she bears the responsibility of the Wen family.

She must marry into the He family today.

He Tingyou is not the only person with the surname He.

Grandpa He had previously said that she could choose any of the four sons in the He family. Whoever she chose would not only receive a grandson from the He family, but also a dowry.

He can do without this grandson.

She wanted the generous dowry from the He family.

Wen Xi quickly calmed down, and like playing cards, she eliminated He Tingyou, placing the other three cards in front of her.

Which card should we choose?

He Tingbai?

No, she's only twenty, and his shoulders are too thin.

He Tingchen?

He is the only son of the second wife of the He family, but it seems he is on a business trip in Germany.

Then there's only one card left.

"Where is He Tingchu?"

"Oh, he's in the boardroom on the top floor..."

She successfully pinpointed He Tingchu's exact location. Wen Xi lifted her skirt and charged forward at full speed, disappearing into the doorway like a gust of wind.

Before Wen Shiyuan could react, his daughter left him with only her receding figure.

The VIP elevator quickly stopped at the top floor.

There wasn't enough time. Her high heels nearly tripped over her dress, so Wen Xi had no choice but to pick up the entire hem of her flowing skirt and sprint towards the CEO's office.

The heavy doors to the president's office were pulled open, revealing well-tailored trousers that accentuated long, slender legs.

He Tingchu stood with his hands in his pockets, his whole being enveloped in a blend of light and shadow, the CD player in the office behind him unable to shake off his cold indifference.

The man looked up, and his eyes met a slender figure. She was sprinting towards him at top speed.

Is something dirty chasing her?

Wen Xi slammed on the brakes in front of him. She clutched her heaving chest, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, her fair face flushed. She breathed heavily, her cherry lips parted slightly.

"Brother Tingchu..." Wen Xi swallowed hard.

"?" He Tingchu raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement.

I'm officially proposing to you.

"Will you...marry me?"