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

Bringing up divorce on the very first day of marriage is clearly bad luck.

But she's right, they'll divorce sooner or later anyway.

He Tingchu remained silent in his heart.

He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He hoped their divorce wouldn't be so ugly, but he wouldn't hold a grudge against him. Besides, they wouldn't have any custody issues.

A faint, undeniable sense of bitterness welled up in my heart.

"Okay." The man's voice was deep and hoarse.

Just as the two were about to leave the Civil Affairs Bureau, two familiar figures appeared at the divorce registration office.

He Tingchu steadied his eyes, rubbed them repeatedly, and then spoke.

"Teacher? Teacher's wife... what are you doing here?"

"Tingchu?...What are you doing here?" Zeng Huaiming asked.

"I...I've come to get married..."

"Hey kid, when did you start dating? I didn't know..." Zeng Huaiming had actually forgotten his important business for the day.

He treated He Tingchu like a son, his prized student. This kid secretly got married behind his back, he deserves a beating.

"This is my wife, Wen Xi, and this is my teacher."

"Teacher, hello teacher's wife." Wen Xi was stunned. He didn't expect to run into He Tingchu's acquaintance while secretly getting their marriage certificate.

"That's wonderful, she looks like a well-behaved girl. You're a lucky guy." Zeng Huaiming looked at the newlyweds in front of him with a very gratified expression.

"Zeng Huaiming, stop talking nonsense, it's our turn..." Yin Fangfang snapped irritably.

The two took out the completed forms, which the staff checked and said...

"The documents are incomplete. Where's the marriage certificate?"

Yin Fangfang: "We've been married for decades, but we've lost our marriage certificate."

"That won't work. You need to get your marriage certificate renewed first, and then you can apply for a divorce."

"ah…"

These days, getting a divorce isn't so easy.

He Tingchu was completely confused. In his memory, his teacher and his wife had a very close relationship.

He quickly pulled Zeng Huaiming away and learned after some questioning that yesterday was their 30th wedding anniversary, and his wife had prepared a candlelight dinner, but Zeng Huaiming had completely forgotten about it.

The two had a big argument about it. Yin Fangfang accused him of only caring about academics and research all these years and not caring about her at all, which led to her only daughter's serious illness and death.

"Teacher, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're too rigid and boring. No wonder your wife wants to divorce you. You can't just be nice to her secretly; you have to be open about it." He Tingchu raised his eyes indifferently.

"You little brat, lecturing me like you know everything. You're just a blockhead, a piece of elm wood." Zeng Huaiming retorted.

...

So the elderly couple took the matter to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

At that moment, Yin Fangfang lost control of her emotions. She hadn't expected divorce to be so difficult, and she couldn't help but feel upset, as if everyone was against her.

Yin Fangfang rushed out with red eyes, and Zeng Huaiming didn't even notice.

Wen Xi, with his sharp eyes, quickly gave chase. Just then, an electric scooter sped towards the door, causing Yin Fangfang to stumble.

"Watch out..." Wen Xi grabbed her arm with lightning speed. The electric scooter roared past, and the driver turned around, cursing.

"You're asking for it!"

"Are you alright, Madam?"

"Thanks to you, Xiao Wen, if my daughter were still here, she would be about your age..." Yin Fangfang said softly, her eyes red and her voice choked with sobs.

Yin Fangfang and Xie Chunxi look to be about the same age.

These words filled Wen Xi with sadness, and she suddenly seemed to understand everything.

Wen Xi helped Yin Fangfang to a nearby coffee shop to rest.

There is a 30-day cooling-off period for divorce, and even if a marriage certificate is reissued, divorce is still possible today.

She ordered two lattes and a sweet cream cake. In Wen Xi's opinion, eating something sweet is always a good thing when you're in a bad mood.

Yin Fangfang silently shed tears, and Wen Xi quietly listened to her vent her emotions that were on the verge of collapse, acting as her listener.

Sometimes, the other person doesn't need you to talk a lot; they just need a sensible listener.

Wen Xi handed her tissues every now and then, and soon, a mountain of tissues was piled up in front of Yin Fangfang.

Half an hour later, Wen Xi roughly understood the grievances in Yin Fangfang's heart. The core idea was that Zeng Huaiming devoted himself to academics and teaching, which was boring, tedious, and could not provide any emotional value. He sounded just as old-fashioned as her father, Wen Shiyuan.

"Teacher's wife, it sounds like the teacher is a lot like my father. He's a typical straight man who doesn't know how to please my mother and only knows how to work... My mother has said countless times that she doesn't want to be with him anymore, but she can't live without him. They've been bickering for half their lives."

"Madam, I won't give you any advice, but my mother said that people shouldn't make decisions when they're impulsive. Wait until you calm down and think about whether this divorce is absolutely necessary." Wen Xi's eyes were bright and heavy.

She looks so well-behaved, so gentle, and so considerate.

Yin Fangfang immediately thought of her daughter who had died young from illness. If her daughter were still alive, would she listen to her like this, have coffee with her, and chat with her to confide in her?

"Qiqi...may your teacher's wife hug you?"

Wen Xi stepped forward, stood in front of Yin Fangfang, bent down, and tightly embraced Yin Fangfang's trembling shoulders. Instantly, the adult in his arms burst into tears.

"Mrs. Teacher... don't be upset. Isn't your teacher's salary card with you? Wouldn't it be better to spend all his money and then get a divorce?"

"Pfft..." Yin Fangfang laughed out loud.

The two hugged for a while, and Wen Xi took a tissue and wiped away Yin Fangfang's tears little by little. It was as if a faint ray of light shone into Yin Fangfang's dark heart.

When He Tingchu and Zeng Huaiming arrived, this was the scene they saw through the glass window.

His little crybaby comforted his teacher's wife in his arms like a little adult.

He Tingchu's gaze was deep, with a complex light flickering in his eyes.

He had never seen the little crybaby so sensible and well-behaved.

"Qiqi, listen to your teacher's advice. You're so soft-hearted, don't marry that brat. He's just like his teacher, a cold, lifeless block of wood, utterly devoid of charm, dull, and rigid... You can't carve a piece of rotten wood. You can't utter a single nice word. Dead wood can't bloom into beautiful flowers..."

"Teacher's wife, look..." Wen Xi pointed to the bonsai area in the coffee shop.

There happened to be a piece of dead wood in the scenic area, on which many small mushrooms sprouted, bursting with vitality.

"Wood can't bloom, but it can grow mushrooms. Mushrooms are soft and cute, and you can even eat them..."

Following the direction of her finger, Yin Fangfang saw several adorable mushrooms sprouting from the moss-covered wood, and she seemed to understand everything.

The little girl didn't say anything, but it's as if she said everything.

"You silly girl." Yin Fangfang pinched her cheek, and the wrinkles between her brows gradually smoothed out.

At that moment, the glass door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and Zeng Huaiming and He Tingchu stood to one side, their steps halting.

"Honey... I was wrong, it was my fault. Tingchu has already scolded me. Let's go shopping and buy you a gift, then go on vacation to Sanya, okay? I've already booked the plane tickets."

"Yes, Madam, there's still a month left in the cooling-off period. Make good use of this month and see if the teacher is beyond help," Wen Xi whispered in Yin Fangfang's ear.

"If you still want a divorce after a month, I'll come with you."

...

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Yin Fangfang finally relented for Wen Xi's sake.

Zeng Huaiming breathed a long sigh of relief.

Before Zeng Huaiming and Yin Fangfang got into the car, the window rolled down, and Yin Fangfang launched into a tirade against He Tingchu.

"You little rascal, you've struck gold! If you dare to bully Qiqi, your teacher's wife will be the first to punish you."

"When you have some free time, bring Qiqi over to play. I like this girl too," Zeng Huaiming said with a smile.

"Mm." Wen Xi nodded.

The car drove away. Wen Xi waved to Yin Fangfang, and He Tingchu put his hands on his hips and let out a long sigh of relief.

These days, students also have to save their teachers' marriages.

He really had a tough time.

"He Tingchu, am I pretty great?" Wen Xi looked up at him intently.

With a smug expression, it was as if he was saying, "Praise her!"

Praise her lavishly.

"Yes, Wen Qiqi, you're the best." He Tingchu's eyes were deep and dark as he looked straight at her.

He pressed his palm against her forehead, a hint of warmth flashing in his dark, deep eyes.