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

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xi sat in the back seat of her car, feeling dizzy and clutching a tote bag that was stuffed full.

Wen Xi didn't know why she was sitting in the car; her eyes were lifeless, and all the bones in her body felt as if they had been crushed by a large truck, aching and throbbing unbearably.

Getting married is really tiring.

She never wanted to get married again.

Wen Xi rested her chin on one hand, her eyes unfocused, her head limply leaning against the car window, and she let out a big yawn.

The He family's wedding banquet was planned for three days and three nights of celebration, with an evening banquet and party to follow, but He Tingchu found a suitable reason to decline, leaving the business engagements to He Youjun and Bai Xue.

He didn't want to join in the fun.

At 8 p.m., Wen Xi found a suitable opportunity to escape.

She found her own van, got in discreetly, kicked off her high heels, and breathed a sigh of relief. She'd survived another day; that was impressive.

Wen Shiyuan and the others appeared in the hotel porch. It was unclear what He Youjun had said to him, but Wen Shiyuan's face was full of smiles.

Through the black glass membrane, Wen Xi saw He Tingchu's figure constantly moving through the crowd, seemingly searching for something.

Never mind, let him be. Right now, all she wants is to go home and lie down.

Wen Shiyuan bid farewell to the He family. His bodyguard opened the back door and saw the person in the back seat. The Wen family members stared at him.

"Qiqi, what are you doing here?"

"Go home, I'm exhausted, Dad, Mom," Wen Xi said calmly.

"You silly girl, have you forgotten you're married? Tingchu is looking for you everywhere, thinking you're slacking off somewhere..." Xie Chunxi complained softly.

"Why did he contact me..." Wen Xi asked, slightly annoyed.

The couple exchanged a glance, sigh.

"Tingchu...she's hiding here." Wen Shiyuan yelled at the man in the lobby and tugged at her arm rudely.

"Dad, why are you pulling me?"

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He Tingchu strode over, his eyebrows slightly raised, his voice a little hoarse, and a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Tired?"

Wen Xi blinked and nodded vigorously.

"I'm going home."

"Okay, but you have to come back to the He family with me today. Have you forgotten that we... are married?" He Tingchu gently rubbed his temples.

"Why didn't you go back to my house?" Wen Xi asked in a muffled voice.

He Tingchu was taken aback by the question, but couldn't quite put his finger on what the problem was.

...

Their eyes met, and they remained silent.

"Qiqi, stop fooling around! How can you run back to your parents' home on the first day of your marriage?" Wen Shiyuan couldn't help but speak up.

Luckily, in the blink of an eye, he lost the wife he had just married and almost became a live-in son-in-law.

I'm really afraid the old man will break his legs; it looks like Hanyu's funding is going to fail again.

He Tingchu bent down slightly and leaned in without a care, his arm going through her knees. Before Wen Xi could react, she lost her balance and instinctively hooked her arms around the man's neck. She was then lifted up and carried to the Rolls-Royce wedding car behind them.

"What are you doing, kidnapping me?" Wen Xi said angrily.

No need to look... He Tingchu's face must be very sour.

"Tingchu...shoes, shoes." Xie Chunxi hurriedly brought over her high heels.

Before leaving, Xie Chunxi finally decided to return the phone to her.

On the wedding day, there were many things to do, and Xie Chunxi kept her cell phone for her.

"Mom's gone. Call me if you need anything." Xie Chunxi's face was full of worry.

As the taillights of his car gradually disappeared into the rolling traffic, Wen Xi felt a lump in her throat, and large tears rolled down her cheeks. She quickly turned her face away.

It turns out that she had no home after getting married.

"Waaaaah..." Wen Xi couldn't help but sob.

The driver, who was sitting upright in the front, was so frightened that he almost shut up. He quickly raised the partition to give her space to do as she pleased.

The rear door opened, and He Tingchu bowed and got in after saying goodbye to the guests.

Wen Xi secretly and quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the man still caught her in the act:

"Missing home?"

"Um…"

The man rubbed his throbbing temples.

This little crybaby started crying as soon as she was separated from her parents.

Even at twenty-three, she's still not weaned.

That's such a hassle, that's why he doesn't want to get married.

Look, it's still that little crybaby.

Despite thinking this, my fingertips still uncontrollably brushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and my fingertips lifted her chin.

"There's an unwritten rule in the He family that the first night of marriage must be spent at the old house. Tomorrow, you can go home and stay there. From now on, you can stay wherever you want, okay?" He Tingchu clenched his fists. He didn't know how to coax a girl.

He has no experience in this area.

I had no choice but to let her do as she pleased.

"real?"

"Um."

After receiving He Tingchu's affirmative answer, Wen Xi seemed to feel less upset, and her tears quickly stopped.

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in the He family's garage. The elders had already arrived home, while the younger generation was still having a lively party.

The servants were already lined up and waiting in the corridor.

Seeing her red eyes, knowing she must have suffered because He Tingyou had run away from their wedding and then they had to find a different groom, Old Master He gave instructions.

"Qiqi must be tired after a long day, so she should get some rest. Keep things simple."

"Thank you, Grandpa He." With that, Wen Xi smiled broadly and ran off as fast as he could.

The He family is large and has many affairs, and she has no desire to deal with these formalities.

The enormous villa was bathed in a sea of ​​red, with large "囍" characters and various wedding decorations visible everywhere.

That afternoon, the housekeeper received a last-minute notice requiring all the newlyweds' belongings to be removed from He Tingyou's room on the third floor and placed in He Tingchu's bedroom on the second floor. The whole family was nearly driven mad.

I asked the housekeeper and found out that the groom had been changed at the last minute.

"Don't get it wrong, this is the young mistress now. Anyone who calls her by the wrong name should pack their bags and get out of here."

Fortunately, many hands make light work, and they managed to get everything set up before the newlyweds returned home.

Wen Xi carried the heavy tote bag upstairs like it was a precious treasure. He Tingchu reached out her hand but then timidly withdrew it. Just as the two were about to go upstairs one after the other, He Youjun spoke up.

"He Tingchu, come to the study with me."

The man glared at him coldly, his malevolence spreading. He Youjun shuddered uncontrollably. The father was afraid of the son; it was like the Heavenly Gang had turned against him.

Wen Xi glanced back at him, then carried her "food" upstairs like a little hamster.

"My room... do you remember it? Don't..." the man behind me whispered a reminder.

The old house had many rooms, and when Wen Xi was young, he was often confused and couldn't figure out which of the three brothers' rooms they lived in.

Back then, he was closer to He Tingyou because they were about the same age, so he often went to He Tingyou's room on the third floor.

He Tingchu's room was on the second floor.

Wen Xi hesitated and stepped aside.

But later, Wen Shiyuan asked He Tingchu to tutor her in math for the entire summer vacation, and gradually, she no longer had time to go to the third floor to play with He Tingyou.

He went to the second floor to report every day, looking dejected.

What a joke! How could she not remember He Tingchu's den of iniquity?

Wen Xi turned her back to him and made an "OK" gesture, then went upstairs with a "thump thump thump..." At the second-floor staircase, she turned into the corridor with practiced ease.

This time she was clever enough not to go to the wrong room.

A slight smile played on the lips of the man downstairs; his heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down.

If on the first night of their marriage, his bride mistakenly goes to He Tingyou's room on the third floor, what will become of his reputation?

The servants must be laughing their heads off!

The man's deep gaze followed Wen Xi's back until he was sure Wen Xi had entered his room, then He Tingchu turned and went to He Youjun's study.

"What are your intentions in agreeing to the marriage?" As soon as he entered the door, He Youjun began his interrogation.

"Mr. He, what do you think?" He Tingchu plopped down in front of He Youjun, his legs naturally crossed, and glanced up indifferently.

Speaking of this eldest son, He Youjun has a lot to say.

In his eyes, He Tingchu was nothing like his son; he was more like his father.

His son has always been cold and aloof, and the bond between father and son was never strong.

He was raised by his grandfather in the army from a young age, and his grandfather groomed him to be his successor. It was common for him to experience hardships and struggles in the army.

He only returned to the He family after the old man retired, and he quickly left home to study. In short, they were not very familiar with each other.

In addition, he was a prodigy at a young age, skipping grades to complete his studies and having many students at a young age. Even some government officials wanted to hear his insights and often read his works.

Even more outrageous was that at a large-scale exchange meeting between government and business, the Party Secretary even asked He Tingchu about his recent research direction, which surprised and frightened He Youjun.

Five years ago, He Tingchu briefly took over Yufeng, and he was temporarily sidelined. Fortunately, He Tingchu later left the group on his own, and he regained power.

He felt a mixture of pride and apprehension towards his son.

He Youjun is only in his fifties this year, and he doesn't want to retire so early to go home and raise goldfish.

In addition, as a teacher and a guest of high-ranking leaders, he exudes an invisible pressure and authority. Furthermore, he is old-fashioned and conservative, and his handling of matters is impeccable.

In short, He Tingchu was so perfect that he didn't seem like his son.

He felt terrified whenever he saw his son.

"Anyway, you better not get your hands on Kant..." He Youjun's tone lowered, clearly showing his guilty conscience.

"Mr. He, if it weren't for me saving the day, the He family would have lost all face and reputation..."

"You..." He Youjun was speechless for a moment.

"Kangde, I have my own plans. You can keep your wicked schemes to yourself... What, isn't Yufeng enough for you to mess with?"

The man's hawk-like eyes swept over him, and He Youjun instinctively felt a chill run down his spine.

"He Youjun, don't even think about bullying my son." Bai Xue suddenly pushed open the door and came in.

"How dare I?" He Youjun lowered his head guiltily.

"Come on, don't listen to his rambling. Old people just talk a lot of nonsense."

He Tingchu stood up, patted the slight wrinkles on his suit, smiled slightly, and followed Bai Xue out.

At the end of the corridor, Bai Xue quietly called someone aside.

This son is quite old and has never been in a relationship. He's always been restrained, polite, and abstinent. He's probably still a bit naive. As his mother, she can't help but worry a bit.

To be honest, she was more pleased with He Tingchu's marriage than with her amorous second son.

"Um, Tingchu, you don't seem to have much experience in that area... Anyway, you'd better not be too rough with Qiqi, and don't rush things."

"Ms. Bai..." He Tingchu rolled her eyes.

Is this something a mother should say?

"You are my child... I know you well enough. You're not young anymore... It's normal to have needs, don't be shy, but we still need to take it slow... After all, Qiqi is still young, so please restrain yourself a little." Bai Xue patted his hand, looking hesitant.

Uh, this is hard to taste.