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

"┭┮﹏┭┮, I want to go home." Wen Xi hugged his waist back. At that moment, she felt like she was breaking and all she wanted was a warm hug.

She also needs someone to be with her and to comfort her.

"Okay, okay, I'll go home tomorrow," the man agreed.

He had no experience in how to appease his wife.

He Tingchu panicked for a moment,

"So, are you going to get the marriage certificate or not? If not, I'm leaving right now..." Wen Xi asked in a muffled voice.

"collar."

"Should I also tell my advisor?"

"I won't tell."

Yes, she's quite satisfied.

Effortless control.

Indeed, Ms. Xie was right; tears are a woman's best weapon.

"He Tingchu, you'd better remember what you said." Wen Xi sniffed, pushed away his embrace, and ran off like a wisp of smoke.

The lingering fragrance of her body still lingered in his arms, a faint scent that gave He Tingchu a sense of loss.

When he returned to the bedroom, even the bedside lamp was off, so he had to lie back down in bed by the light from the streetlights outside the window.

The two of them retreated into their own little corners once again.

"I've drafted a contract. Our marriage will last for one year. After one year, you'll be free. You can add any comments you have."

This contract was originally drafted for He Tingyou, and even though it's been changed to someone else, it seems to still be useful.

She was bullied earlier, so He Tingchu doesn't seem to have much of a say right now.

"Um."

Just as he was about to shut down his phone, a video of He Tingyou at the film festival popped up. Wen Xi casually clicked on it and glanced at it. He was dressed up like a proper gentleman, and the screams of fans at the scene were deafening.

Under the spotlight, He Tingyou was still as radiant as ever, but he was a scoundrel.

They actually dared to bully her.

There isn't a single good person among those surnamed He.

The guy next to her just now actually tried to scare her; he had no good intentions.

She absolutely cannot forgive easily.

Wen Xi quickly turned off her phone screen and sniffed.

Men are all dogs.

"What a jerk!" she muttered to herself.

This time, she was no longer restless, and soon, she could hear even, steady breathing coming from next door.

However, He Tingchu was wide awake.

They actually called him a dog!

He has a level 10 hearing ability.

While the man was still reviewing his actions, his wife was secretly looking at He Tingyou's photos. Who would have thought that this crybaby was actually quite devoted?

Knowing full well that she doesn't have feelings for him, why does she still care about him watching He Tingyou's videos?

Go ahead and watch.

He seemed completely naive and unsophisticated.

From childhood to adulthood, she only had He Tingyou in her heart. He Tingyou was a big star, a popular idol, and had a lot of sweet talk, unlike him who was born with an icy face and lips filled with glue.

He had long since come to terms with reality.

The one-year marriage was exactly what he wanted.

He couldn't wait for that day to come.

From then on, we parted ways.

He just needs to get the funds he needs.

He had no intention of signing that indenture.

If it weren't for Hanyu, would he have risked his life?

He Tingyou's elopement was a scheme he had devised, though his methods were far from honorable. But what could he do when she hadn't chosen him?

At least, she obediently married him, and they each got what they wanted. Wasn't that good?

He would never run away from the wedding.

He had his own difficulties; Hanyu needed funds. He couldn't worry about that right now.

Hanyu is his life's work, and absolutely nothing can go wrong with it.

The little crybaby has no taste.

The man turned to face her, her fair face hidden in the darkness, the ends of her long hair exuding a rich fragrance.

Wen Xi turned around gently, facing him with his bare face to the sky, his long hair tangled on the sheets like dense seaweed.

He reached out a hand, wanting to grasp the faint fragrance beside him, but then timidly withdrew it.

It was all in vain.

In the stillness of the night, a pair of deep, dark eyes fixed on the moonlight shining brightly outside the window.

Until midnight, he could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, as dawn broke in the east, he had a nightmare in which he was kidnapped and beaten severely with a black bag over his head.

At the end of the dream, a long-haired female ghost appeared, covering his mouth and nose, almost suffocating him to death.

He Tingchu was startled awake, only to find that the female ghost from his dream was clinging to him like an octopus.

His black hair cascaded down his face like silk, barely covering his mouth and nose. He reached out and gently brushed it away, and his breathing finally returned to normal.

The woman on top of him was sleeping soundly, but Wen Qiqi was surprisingly restless in her sleep.

He Tingchu narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly. Wen Qiqi truly possessed a powerful presence that made it impossible for him to ignore her.

A soft, white line stretched across his lower abdomen, pressing on a spot it shouldn't have, making him feel unbearably hot.

This is clearly challenging his bottom line as a man.

Fortunately, he was a decent person.

If it were anyone else, she would have been bullied long ago.

He gently pushed the woman in his arms away, stretched, yawned, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After coming out of the bathroom, He Tingchu glanced sideways at the soft, half-covered bed. He turned his face away, but his eyes lingered on that softness. He went over and picked up the blanket that had slipped off and covered himself up.

You have no sleeping posture at all~

I absolutely cannot sleep with her tonight.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even know how they died.

The man listlessly closed the door and left. He Tingchu had a habit of morning exercise, which she had maintained for ten years without fail, and she couldn't slack off even on the first day of her marriage.

After changing into a light-colored tracksuit, he hurried downstairs, coming face to face with Bai Xue at the corner of the stairs.

"Good morning, Ms. Bai..." He looked sleepy.

"Running?" Bai Xue was stunned.

"Yeah." Young people just have so much energy.

"Son, don't push yourself if you haven't rested well. Health is the foundation of everything, so don't overwork yourself," Bai Xue added.

He Tingchu turned around and glared at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Is this her biological mother?

Sometimes, I really suspect he was adopted by Bai Xue. He Tingchu's face darkened, and he didn't want to talk to her. He turned around and went downstairs.

She clearly saw that the lights in the room on the second floor didn't go out until 1 a.m. last night, and He Tingchu's eyes were dark and swollen, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well.

Why bother running? This big kid is such a worry.

At 7:30 a.m., the He family sat neatly around the dining table, except for He Tingchu.

He has his own tasks to complete.

He was carrying a tray neatly arranged with various Chinese and Western breakfast items, and was about to enter the elevator when the man behind him called out to him.

"No manners, come and eat." He Youjun scolded lightly.

He Tingchu didn't even turn his head before entering the elevator.

"What are you doing? It hurts..." Grandma He pinched He Youjun's arm hard.

"You blind fool." Old Master He glanced at it with obvious disdain.

This youngest son is over fifty and still a greenhorn; I don't know how he managed to get a wife.

He Tingchu, carrying a tray, pushed the door open while bracing himself against it.

Wen Xi is still asleep.

Her biological clock wouldn't wake her up until 9 a.m., so he gently placed the tray on the coffee table beside him, closed the door, and went downstairs.

He Tingchu returned to the restaurant, looked up, and couldn't hide the weariness and dark circles under her eyes. He Tingbai chuckled.

"Brother, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night? Where's sister-in-law?"

He Tingchu rolled her eyes at him with a cold face.

"Even bread can't shut you up! Do you want me to feed you?"

He Tingchu casually stuffed the egg in his hand into his mouth.

He Tingbai's cheeks puffed out, unable to speak, he swallowed hard.

He was almost "murdered" by his own brother.

The family ate in silence, following the He family's tradition of not speaking while eating or sleeping.

The only sounds in the living room were the crisp clatter of bowls and chopsticks, as if any loud noise would wake the sleeping princess upstairs.

-

The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating. Wen Xi didn't even open his eyes. He groped around frantically until he finally found his phone.

"What..." she said, her voice filled with morning grumpiness.

"Wen Qiqi, you're not still in bed? It's almost eight o'clock... On the first day of your marriage, the new bride has to serve tea to the elders..." Xie Chunxi said anxiously on the other end of the phone.

Although the He family was a prominent and influential family, they were also a family of scholars, and they always had the most rules. Xie Chunxi was sweating with worry for her.

Wen Xi instantly regained his senses.

She slept through the night on her first day of marriage. What will the He family think of her?

Her brain was forcibly activated, and in less than fifteen minutes, she was dressed and ready to open the door.

She wore a cream-colored long dress with a pale yellow knitted cardigan over it. Her long hair was casually gathered together, revealing a smooth, full forehead. She wore no makeup, yet her beauty was breathtaking.

After a series of light footsteps, many of the He family members turned their eyes to him.

He Tingchu looked up, and at that moment, a beam of starlight leaped into her eyes.