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

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He Tingchu seemed to be hallucinating. What did she say?

Is she proposing to him?

Countless fireworks exploded simultaneously, igniting the pitch-black night.

A barely concealed smile played in his eyes, and his thoughts suddenly became jumbled.

He Tingchu stared blankly at her small face, his scalp tingling from the subtle sound, and he was momentarily lost in thought.

Time seemed to stand still.

Wen Xi looked up and met those deep black eyes. Her legs went numb from standing, and it seemed she had been rejected.

That's so embarrassing.

"Fine, if you don't want to, then forget I said anything. I'm going to find He Tingbai." Wen Xi scoffed, refusing to look him in the eye any longer, tears welling up in her eyes.

She turned around, her high heels clicking on the long hem of her skirt, causing her to sway slightly. At that moment, a large hand gripped her waist; He Tingchu pulled her close, his dark eyes forcing her to meet his gaze, his tone as usual.

And what about He Tingbai?

"You're trying to leave without even hearing my answer?"

"Then... what's your answer?" A pair of clear, watery eyes, moist with tears, looked up at him intently.

"I can barely... let's get married." He Tingchu's eyes were deep and dark as he looked straight at her, his palm pressed against her forehead, a hint of warmth flashing in his dark and deep eyes, and he tightened his embrace around her.

A gentle male voice fell from above. Wen Xi quietly raised her eyes, staring at the man in front of her, so nervous that she forgot to breathe.

"You know my situation, right?" the man said, touching his nose.

Wen Xi was completely bewildered, his eyelashes trembling slightly like cicada wings.

"He Tingchu, 29 years old, professor at Peking University, in good health. Oh, this is my medical report," He Tingchu handed her a few thin sheets of paper.

It really is a medical examination report.

Wen Xi's brain was like a bloated milk dough, a lump of mush.

"In addition, I am emotionally stable, unmarried, but have a child," the man added in a normal tone.

"What? You have an illegitimate child!" Wen Xi was stunned.

"You son of a bitch!" He Tingchu was both angry and amused.

"Alright." Wen Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Any more questions?"

"That's all."

"Then, let's go, let's get married."

After saying that, He Tingchu took her hand, their fingers intertwined, and they entered the descending elevator.

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At 12:08, the wedding started on time.

Under the dazzling crystal chandelier, he stood up, his long, straight, and powerful legs outlined in trousers.

With the dust settled, He Youjun and Bai Xue sat in the audience, finally able to breathe normally again.

Grandpa He's face was rosy, and Grandma He held Grandma Wen's hand tightly, looking relieved.

A distinguished and extraordinary man stood at one end of the red carpet.

At the other end of the red carpet, Wen Xi, arm in arm with Wen Shiyuan, walked gracefully towards him. The man's deep gaze lingered on Wen Xi's small face for a long time, a strange feeling indeed.

The red carpet was less than a hundred meters long, but He Tingchu felt as if he had waited a lifetime.

Why is she walking so slowly?

Is she an old lady?

The man involuntarily took two steps forward, thinking, "I need to end this quickly."

"It seems our groom can't wait any longer..." the sharp-eyed wedding emcee joked.

The atmosphere was fantastic; everyone couldn't help but laugh and joke, their faces beaming with genuine, heartfelt smiles.

Laugh? What's so funny?

It's just a wedding, but the audience is even more excited and thrilled than the groom.

Despite being caught up in the enthusiastic atmosphere, Wen Xi sniffed; her slightly flushed cheeks felt incredibly hot, the blush quickly spreading to her ears, and the hand holding the bouquet trembled uncontrollably.

"Qiqi, we still have time to run away." Wen Shiyuan patted the back of her hand to comfort her.

Wen Xi felt comforted, and her tense emotions suddenly eased.

Time is so long.

He Tingchu lowered his eyes and glanced at the time on his wristwatch with great boredom.

Only a few minutes have passed.

Why isn't Wen Qiqi obediently coming over?

Didn't she ask him to marry her?

The emcee talked a lot of nonsense, he just wouldn't stop.

A familiar melody drifted into my ears; who's using Westlife's "Nothing Going to Change My Love for You" as background music at a wedding these days?

It's so cliché, yet so heartbreaking and tear-jerking.

The small pearls that Wen Xi had just hidden were almost welling up in his eyes again.

My heart felt increasingly heavy. She didn't marry for love, so why was she playing this kind of background music?

At that moment, her heart was filled with mixed emotions. She finally stood gracefully before He Tingchu, her eyes burning red.

"Tingchu, I'm entrusting my...Qiqi to you." Wen Shiyuan also became sentimental and choked up.

"Uncle Wen, please rest assured." He Tingchu's deep voice came from deep within his throat.

Wen Shiyuan placed Wen Xi's hand in his large, broad palm and stepped off the stage with tears in his eyes.

Wen Xi sniffed, turned her face away, and quickly wiped away the tear from the corner of her eye. He Tingchu's cold face came closer, his thin lips pressed against her earlobe, and he smiled.

"If you keep crying, we won't be able to take any good photos. I'm only getting married once, so please cooperate, Mrs. He."

Wen Xi glanced at him sideways, and was eventually amused to the point of laughing and crying at the same time. She quickly adjusted her breathing and managed to squeeze out two faint dimples.

The two then went through all the procedures like zombies. She and He Tingyou had rehearsed once before the wedding, so they were quite familiar with the rhythm.

Strangely, He Tingchu performed admirably without any rehearsal; it would be a waste of his talent if he didn't pursue acting.

The final part was exchanging wedding rings. The chaos that day came unexpectedly, and Wen Xi suddenly remembered that the wedding ring was still with He Tingyou.

Where did she get the wedding ring when she married He Tingchu?

The music suddenly stopped, and a crisp whistle rang out from the man beside her. Maodou darted out from the other end of the red carpet, rushing towards He Tingchu with a small square red velvet box clenched in her mouth.

What is this new addition?

She doesn't know.

"Woof...woof woof..."

He Tingchu bent down slightly, rubbed the dog's head, took out the ring from the box, knelt on one knee, and slipped the ring onto Wen Xi's ring finger.

Why did he do that?

Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he had already stood up.

It was her turn to put it on He Tingchu. The man's fingers were long and slender like jade. When his fingertips touched, a strange current surged through her. Wen Xi's eyelashes trembled, and she panicked. She grabbed his finger and casually put it on him.

His large, slightly warm hand grasped hers, their palms pressed tightly together.

Strangely, the wedding rings fit their ring fingers perfectly.

But it's clearly not the couple she and He Tingyou tried together.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

The ceremony finally came to a successful conclusion, and Wen Xi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense all morning, finally calmed down.

Next, He Youjun gave a speech to express his gratitude. The newlyweds were led to the inner hall to change clothes. He Tingchu didn't need to change; women are such a hassle.

He Tingchu placed his palm on her lower back, their skin not touching, but a wave of heat emanated from his palm, and Wen Xi felt as if she were being burned by something.

"Tingchu, are you too nervous? Your hands are so hot! Why don't you go outside for some fresh air..." Wen Xi asked in a low voice from below the stage.

He didn't need to change into his formal attire, so naturally he didn't need to go to the inner hall with her.

"Alright." He Tingchu loosened his grip on her waist, turned around, and accidentally stepped on her wide skirt with his leather shoes, causing him to stagger half a step and sway a few times.

"Pfft~" The makeup artist next to me almost burst out laughing.

"The groom looks very nervous; he must care about you a lot."

He's not.

He just didn't rehearse.

Wen Xi was amused; so this was what being conscripted was like.

She was still in control, slaying the entire scene.

A short while later, Wen Xi changed into a bright red cheongsam with Chinese knot buttons, and also changed her hairstyle. Her long hair was styled into a bun, and a crabapple blossom at her temple accentuated her fair complexion and gave her a fragrant scent. While she was touching up her makeup, He Tingchu knocked on the door and entered, his dark eyes unfathomable. Wen Xi looked up and questioned him.

"Do you have a bag?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"Yes, is this okay?" Wen Xi casually pointed to the small bag on the table.

"Not enough, I need a bigger one. Do you have any boxes?"

"No, how about this? Is it big enough?" Wen Xi also had a tote bag for carrying miscellaneous items, which was quite large.

I wonder what He Tingchu wants to do with it.

"Wait a minute, push it in as hard as you can... leave no gaps."

What?

Wen Xi felt very dizzy.

It wasn't until the toasting ceremony that Wen Xi realized the bag's purpose.

"Happy wedding, Tingchu." An elder handed over a large red envelope.

Another card was handed over, along with an expensive watch, bracelet, necklace... and gold bars.

The young couple had only moved between two tables when their tote bags were completely full.

It was then that Wen Xi realized what she desperately needed was a burlap sack.

This was all Kant's life-saving money.

Is she about to become a little rich woman?

Is this the joy of marriage?

She could get married a hundred times.

Thinking of this, the dimples on Wen Xi's cheeks appeared and disappeared, never disappearing.

Like a cute little hamster, she followed behind He Tingchu, carefully hiding everything he handed her.

Just as He Tingchu, seemingly affectionately arm around Wen Xi's waist, left the elders' table, a guest asked Bai Xue, who was standing nearby, with a puzzled look.

"Hey, is it Tingchu's wedding? I remember the invitation said Tingyou's name. Am I getting old and my eyes are failing me?"

"It's Tingchu! You must be seeing things. Look at the e-invitation, isn't that Tingchu's name?"

Thankfully, they used electronic invitations this time, otherwise it would have been a disaster.

"No way, even though I'm getting old, my eyesight has always been excellent."

"Our He family follows the proper order of seniority. How could Tingyou possibly get married before Tingchu is married?" Old Master He chimed in.

Since the old man said so, no one dared to utter a word.

"Yes, yes, it was Tingchu who got married. It was a slip of the tongue."

"Yes, my eyesight is failing too," everyone quickly corrected themselves.