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

The automatic doors to the Jiangda laboratory slowly opened. He Tingchu was at Jiangda for a research project and was only staying briefly.

A cold wind blew in, and he sneezed several times in a row. He clenched his fist and placed it on the corner of his mouth, coughing lightly a few times.

"Professor He, please take a look at the corrected test data." The assistant brought over the tablet.

"Hmm, is all the cleanup work done? As for returning to Haicheng?" The man lowered his eyes, his long, slender fingers gliding across the tablet.

"Professor, do you have a cold?"

"It's alright, how about Hanyu?"

"Everything is taken care of. The flight is at 4 PM this afternoon."

"The model and data are all fine. Now we're just waiting for the funding to come in so we can start mass production..." the assistant reported earnestly.

"Um."

He wore a long, dark blue anti-static suit with a light gray shirt underneath, and had excellent bone structure.

His cold and deep-set eyes gave him a slightly aloof look. His figure was thin, yet he exuded a strong sense of power. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses sat on his high nose. He glanced up slightly and strode out of the laboratory building.

"The beautiful He is leaving. Does that mean we won't have the chance to see her anymore?" The blonde girl behind them looked listless.

"Don't even think about men who aren't yours. The professor may be handsome, but all he cares about is dry academics and experiments. He's ascetic, incredibly boring, unmarried yet has a child. What, do you want to be someone's stepmother?"

"No way?"

"Mike booked two plane tickets, saying they were for his son."

-

"The eldest son has already looked at it; it's not appropriate." Grandpa He pulled out a stack of documents and slammed them face down on the table.

"Tingyou is suitable. He's the same age as Qiqi. Do you remember Qiqi? You used to play together." Grandma He handed over the photo.

The name He Tingyou caught my ear.

Wen Xi's thoughts were briefly pulled back. She vaguely remembered the time she went to the He family in the first year of junior high school. He Tingyou grabbed her braid and dragged her wildly around the yard.

That year, Wen Shiyuan went to the capital to discuss cooperation with the He family, and Wen Xi went with him.

While the adults were talking, the children were told to go play in the yard. He Tingyou grabbed her braid forcefully and pulled it back.

"Let go." Wen Xi's nose and eyebrows furrowed together.

"I won't!" He Tingyou stubbornly insisted.

Wen Xi felt a tightness in his scalp, and anger surged to his head; he really wanted to hit someone.

At that moment, the sliding door to the second-floor balcony opened, and a boy in a light gray hooded baseball jacket came out with a cold expression.

Wen Xi was stunned.

Thirteen-year-old Wen Xi had just started junior high school, and to be honest, she had never seen a boy who was so good-looking.

She raised her clear, unadulterated eyes and stared blankly at the man leaning lazily against the second-floor railing.

He looked down at us from his elevated position, his cool voice low and clear.

"He Tingyou, you're so noisy, go outside and play. Also, don't you dare bully Wen Qiqi."

His voice is also very pleasant and soothing.

Wen Xi's ears turned red, but he didn't even feel his scalp tightening.

She stared blankly at the man upstairs, completely infatuated.

He Tingyou was clearly frightened by the man on the second floor and ran away in fear.

Looking back, He Tingyou was simply Wen Xi's nightmare.

"No!" Wen Xi hurriedly said, shaking his head like a rattle-drum.

The elders exchanged glances.

"Qiqi, you still remember Tingyou, right? Back then, you two were the only ones who could play together." Grandpa He's wrinkles smoothed out.

How could she possibly forget her enemy?

The photo on the first page of the file is very eye-catching: a man with his hands in his pockets, wearing a pink shirt with the top two buttons undone, and captivating, alluring eyes.

Wen Xi fixed his gaze on the scene, and instantly, his pupils dilated slightly.

Depend on!

What kind of international joke is this?

The man in the photo is clearly He Wangye.

"He Tingyou is so shameless! He actually used He Wangye's photo!"

Grandpa He pushed up his glasses, his puzzled gaze lingering on Wen Xi's little face.

"What He Wangye? This is He Tingyou."

"Is this He Tingyou?"

"Uncle He, you may not be a fan of celebrities, but this is indeed a popular male star - He Wangye. I've been watching his dramas recently," Wen's mother explained softly.

When He Wangye was mentioned, Wen Xi became very excited and quickly unlocked his phone, handing it to Grandpa He.

There are countless high-resolution photos of He Wangye in the album.

"Oh, He Wangye is Tingyou's stage name. That kid debuted using a fake name just so he wouldn't make you angry." Grandma He coughed.

"What! I'll break that bastard He Tingyou's legs!"

"No way... Could it be?" After learning the truth, Wen Xi was completely distraught.

When she put He Wangye and He Tingyou on an equal sign, Wen Xi felt a mix of emotions, an indescribable complexity.

She froze on the spot, and after a long while, a blush inexplicably rose to her cheeks.

A young girl's thoughts are written all over her face.

The adults saw it all.

"I think we should settle on this." A smile slowly spread across Grandma He's face.

Wen Shiyuan and Xie Chunxi exchanged a glance, then looked at Wen Xi's pathetic appearance.

The saying goes, "A daughter should not be kept at home once she grows up."

The couple knew perfectly well that their daughter's bedroom was covered with large photos of He Wangye.

There are even custom-made body pillows.

"Uncle He, what does Tingyou mean?" Wen Shiyuan asked tentatively.

"He didn't disagree. If he dared to say no, I'd break his legs."

-

After landing in Haicheng, He Tingchu went to Hanyu Technology. Hanyu's headquarters were located in Haicheng. He had just left the company and was about to go to the Wen family's house when his phone suddenly rang.

"Grandpa, I'm getting ready to head to the Wen residence."

"Tingchu, you must be tired. Don't keep going like this. Go back to the hotel and rest."

"Didn't you send me to Haicheng for a blind date?"

"Oh, the Wen family didn't take a liking to you, they took a liking to He Lao Er. You know I strongly recommended you, but plans don't always go as expected, and your age isn't right either. Anyway, Qi Qi didn't take a liking to you, so as for the funding I promised, just pretend I didn't say anything... Um, I have something to do, I'll hang up now."

The phone call was abruptly ended, and a fierce glint appeared in the man's eyes, which were as dark as ink.

I didn't like it!

Dislike him?

Did she recognize him on the plane today, and is she upset that he pretended not to know her?

You didn't like him?

He hadn't expected to run into Wen Xi like this, but he hadn't washed his hair or shaved for several days, and his appearance was indeed too slovenly. Hanyu's project had run into problems, and he hadn't slept for several nights.

He didn't like it, which was just as he wished, but he had to find another way to solve the funding problem. The man felt extremely depressed.

-

Even though the marriage arrangements were finalized, Xie Chunxi was still worried and said that there was no rush. She suggested that when Wen Xi went to report for duty, the whole family would go to the capital to take a look in person.

These days, it's the young people who call the shots.

To alleviate the Wen family's urgent financial crisis, the He family's first batch of funds, 100 million yuan, arrived in their account after the marriage was finalized.

That night, Wen Xi lay in bed, his heart pounding, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

She was overwhelmed by the wall covered with photos of He Tingyou.

When Wen Xi learned that the idol she had admired for two years was about to become her husband, it was a truly shocking moment.

"Oh no, what should I do?" Wen Xi squeezed her legs together and buried her head in the soft blanket.

She tightly hugged the doll with He Tingyou's photo on it.

"Husband, you're mine now, where do you think you're going to run?" Wen Xi's soft lips pressed against the doll.

Hehehe~

^_^ Haha

Postscript: That very night, Huang Ma went back to work. While cleaning the living room, she found a sharply angled photo under the sofa. The person was dressed in black, exuding an air of authority, and undeniably handsome.

"Qiqi, has she changed suitors again? He's so handsome, so good-looking." She casually put the photo into the anatomy book next to her.

We can't lose it!