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

second floor bedroom

Wen Xi pushed open the door, and the room was filled with red silk hanging high, a red hue everywhere, exuding a festive atmosphere, which was truly exaggerated.

The decorations throughout the room served as a constant reminder of her married status.

As soon as she entered the room, she kicked off her high heels and leaped onto the two-meter-wide bed.

Ah, so comfortable. Finally, I can lie down and return to my own space. Her tense nerves relax briefly, and she even forgets for a moment that this is not her room.

Wen Xi dozed off comfortably for a while, his mind going completely blank.

The phone beside her kept vibrating; Xiaoman had made a video call. The moment she answered, it exploded on the other end like a firecracker going off…

"Honey, you're driving me crazy! I saw on the entertainment news that He Tingyou and Zhou Yi were at the Paris Film Festival. Who did you marry? ...That scumbag He Tingyou ran away from the wedding... Honey, are you okay...?"

Wen Xi found her annoying and tossed the phone aside. The other person only mumbled for about five minutes before finally falling silent.

"He Tingyou ran away, and I was so angry I almost wanted to kill him," Wen Xi said slowly.

"Come on, let's fly to Paris together. Don't do anything rash. I was originally planning to fly to Beijing right away, but something came up at home..."

"It's okay, he's not the only one with the surname He. I just found a substitute. After all, I'm so beautiful—I'm in high demand."

Xiaoman was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

Does the groom have a substitute?

Wen Xi recounted the story in detail, and Xiao Man learned that her best friend had married her crush, and she had been completely heartbroken before even starting a relationship.

However, it wasn't that important; her best friend's face was more important, so she would crush her again every three to five days.

"Wait, where are you...? Why is the room so red...? Is it the bridal chamber...?" When Xiaoman realized where her best friend was, she only said...

"A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold... Treat yourself well~ Hey, eat well, my buddy." He then quickly hung up the phone.

Even He Tingyou didn't have time to curse anymore.

"Eat my ass!" Wen Xi muttered.

The woman on the other end of the video call had already logged off.

Don't mention it.

Who would dare!

She couldn't bring herself to eat it.

She's such an honest person.

Mentioning He Tingyou's name, Wen Xi's pent-up grievances gradually resurfaced, his chest feeling heavy and suffocated, as if a wet sponge was stuck inside.

Does He Tingyou really hate her that much?

He wouldn't even act with her in a play?

Isn't he a movie star?

It's not like I'm actually asking him to marry her.

It can be done in a year or two.

How can you act with other women but not with her?

She had already discussed it with him. If she was worried about affecting his work, she could have a secret marriage, or even keep it private.

If you really can't stand it, you can wait a year until the cooperation between the two families is stable, and then get a divorce on the grounds of incompatibility.

He clearly agreed, so why did he go back on his word halfway through?

She opened WeChat and found several messages from He Tingyou.

I'm sorry, Qiqi, I have a reason I have to leave. I'll explain when I get back.

How about we postpone our wedding?

...

Videos and high-definition photos from the Paris International Film Festival's red carpet have been circulating on various platforms, and unsurprisingly, the most talked-about moment was the handsome couple, He Tingyou and Zhou Yi, appearing hand in hand on the red carpet.

However, the person gracefully linking his arm was someone else entirely.

Frustrated, Wen Xi turned off her phone and dumped everything from her bag onto the wedding quilt.

The first thing you see is a sea of ​​gold...

Various kinds of jewelry, gold bars, bank cards, and thick red envelopes...

Tonight, she might be counting money until dawn.

How could her tote bag possibly hold enough?

In the second half, He Tingchu somehow produced two large suitcases, which were stuffed full of things, and the suitcases lay quietly on the carpet.

There was also a man's medical examination report.

Is He Tingchu ill?

Why get a medical check-up? Maybe it's because you've just had a job evaluation and the report comes out.

She casually flipped through the report and glanced at it; all the test results were - healthy.

There are even tests specifically for men, such as sperm motility and count...

What is all this about?

Wen Xi haphazardly stuffed it aside, but the tips of her ears turned slightly red. She wasn't his doctor, so she didn't have time to study his medical report.

This person is definitely sick.

Wen Xi didn't think about anything else and started counting money again. His mood improved a lot. What can relieve worries?

Only by getting rich quick.

"Knock knock knock..." A knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Come in," Wen Xi said without even lifting his eyelids.

He Tingchu pushed open the door and this was the scene that greeted him.

His wife's long hair was casually tied up, with a few loose strands at her temples. She sat cross-legged on the floor without any regard for her image, intently unwrapping red envelopes, her shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth impossible to suppress.

Wen Xi quietly squeezed into He Tingchu's private territory, the man's thin lips curving slightly.

Wait, why are the shoes here... not put back in their place?

The man with obsessive-compulsive disorder said he couldn't accept it; he opened his mouth but didn't utter a sound, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Helplessly, he bent down and neatly arranged the high heels beside him, placing them aside.

"Counting red envelopes... Do you want me to help you...?"

"No need," Wen Xi refused domineeringly.

She has to come in person.

He Tingchu rubbed his temples and shrugged helplessly. He was still the same little money-grubber he was ten years ago.

"Shall I go take a shower first?" the man behind me asked in a low voice.

"Go ahead," Wen Xi dismissed him without even looking up.

Are you crazy? Why do I need to ask her opinion about taking a bath?

This is his room, okay?

He Tingchu took her pajamas and went to the bathroom, still pondering why she was doing this before she went in.

Why did he need to consult Wen Qiqi's opinion when he was taking a bath?

ill!

It wasn't until the sound of running water came from the bathroom that Wen Xi suddenly realized what was happening.

He Tingchu is back?

She even made him take a shower?

What happens after taking a shower?

...

Could he have ulterior motives towards her?

That's absolutely unacceptable.

He's He Tingchu, after all. She couldn't bring herself to do it; she was too timid.

Wen Xi suddenly lost all interest in counting the money. A blush crept onto her fair face, and she patted her face to force herself to calm down.

What should I do?

Yes, hide.

He Tingchu's room was a suite, about 100 square meters in size, with a study, a dressing room, a bathroom, and other amenities.

Wen Xi looked around the room and quietly slipped into the dressing room to remove her makeup.

The room was fully equipped; Bai Xue had put a lot of thought into it, even the skincare products were custom-made.

She usually goes out without makeup, but today she was wearing a full face of makeup. When she used tweezers to remove her false eyelashes, her hand trembled, and she accidentally poked the corner of her eye.

"Hiss..." Tears welled up in her eyes, a result of physical pain.

Did she accidentally poke her eyeballs out?

I'm terrible at hand-eye coordination.

Her eyes would never open again; she needed help. Wen Xi instinctively called out a name she didn't quite recognize.

"Um... He Tingchu..."

As He Tingchu came out of the bathroom drying her hair, she heard Wen Xi's loud cries for help coming from the direction of the dressing room.

He grabbed a black silk robe and casually wrapped it around his body, the belt loosely tied around his waist, and approached Wen Xi.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, I'm going blind, can you help me... I can't get my false eyelashes off."

"What happened to your eyes?" He Tingchu was startled.

"Don't move, let me see." The man pinched her chin with one hand, his fingertips touching her eyelashes.

"Help me remove my false eyelashes," Wen Xi pleaded.

Oh dear, this little devil almost scared him to death.

It turned out to be false eyelashes.

Girls are such a hassle. They have big, bright eyes and naturally thick, dark eyelashes. Do they even need to wear eyelashes?

He was focused, his long, thick eyelashes fluttering a few times, his slender, jade-like fingers seemingly conducting some kind of experiment. Wen Xi was forced to look up and stare directly into his dark eyes.

He had thick, dark eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and fair skin. He exuded a cold and aloof aura, with a deep pool beneath his sharp, stern brow bone.

My gaze followed his eyebrows downwards. His robe was loosely worn, revealing large expanses of his firm chest. The light overhead was just right, and the man's strong abdominal muscles were hidden under the loose robe. The man before me was quite handsome.

Wen Xi's eyes fixed on him, and the solidified blood in his body seemed about to gush out.

She usually only watched videos of handsome men; she had the desire but not the courage. But now, the temptation of a blockbuster movie was right in front of her.

"Ouch...it hurts." Wen Xi frowned subconsciously.

"What's wrong?"

"You plucked my real eyelashes..."

"Ah... I'm sorry." The man apologized softly, his eyes even more focused on the thin line, his mind highly tense. He tugged at it with his fingertips and finally succeeded.

"Alright." A deep, magnetic, and gentle voice came from above, and Wen Xi's briefly drifting senses gradually returned.

I really want to touch it.

No, I can't touch it. Reason returned, and Wen Xi unconsciously withdrew his outstretched hand.

"Oh, thank you. I can handle the rest myself. You can go ahead and do your work." Wen Xi's fair face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

"Okay." He Tingchu closed the door and left with a stern face.

The walk-in closet returned to silence. Wen Xi clutched his heaving chest.

Fuck!

This man is ridiculously handsome.

Her figure is absolutely stunning.

I really want to touch it...

That almost caused trouble.

It made her feel like she was being repeatedly roasted on a raging fire, and she almost couldn't resist the urge to tear off his robe.

This is clearly outrageous!

He's He Tingchu, you lecherous scoundrel, wake up!

Then, Wen Xi slapped himself hard across the face.

My face really hurts, but my mind is clear now.