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

That night, Wen Xi didn't know how she fell asleep.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer, and in an unseemly sleeping position, she lay fully clothed in He Tingchu's arms, where the sound of a woman's even breathing could be heard.

Wen Xi finally fell asleep, but He Tingchu did not.

He never drinks, but he's not so bad at drinking that he gets drunk after just one glass.

After drinking that glass of wine, Xie Chunxi kept winking at him and patting his arm to give him hints.

"Tingchu, are you drunk? You must be drunk..."

He was clearly not drunk, but he didn't know why his mother-in-law kept saying he was.

He was probably drunk.

He quickly started pretending to be drunk, slumped over the table and grinning foolishly.

Xie Chunxi asked Wen Xi to help him into the room. He didn't want to go home. On the first day of his marriage, he would be all alone at the He family home. Bai Xue would laugh her off.

He deliberately leaned on Wen Xi's shoulder, but still relaxed his grip.

He only wanted to test Wen Qiqi, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

Gu Lianyu was right; with this face, one can indeed do whatever one wants.

He tried pinching the woman's face in his arms; it felt pretty good.

My little crybaby smells so good, it's so soft, it feels so nice to pinch it.

He slightly curved his thin lips into a smile, and then, with a hint of mischief, squeezed her lips with his finger, causing her bright red lips to pout slightly.

So cute, so fun!

Wen Xi was like a porcelain doll, letting him knead and manipulate her at will.

So this is what marriage feels like. It's not so bad.

It's just that He Tingyou's face in the closet is a bit annoying.

Thinking of this, He Tingchu couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, he found a needle somewhere and used it to release the air from He Tingyou's chest.

Feeling finally at ease, he quietly lay back down on the bed, reached out his long arm, and hugged the little crybaby in his arms, closing his eyelids heavily.

The next day, Wen Xi woke up in He Tingchu's arms. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself curled up in He Tingchu's embrace.

The man's firm chest beneath her radiated an undeniable heat.

Damn, Wen Xi, you still couldn't resist hugging He Tingchu.

It's truly a despairing thing.

She was tightly locked up, afraid to move an inch, lest the slightest sound awaken the man beneath her.

He was drunk, but she wasn't.

What does this mean? Does it mean she took advantage of him?

If He Tingchu finds out, this is a mess that will never be cleared up.

She gently nudged He Tingchu's shoulder. At that moment, he rolled over, releasing his hold on her body. Taking advantage of this opening, Wen Xi pulled her shoulder away.

"Knock knock knock... Qiqi, Tingchu, breakfast is ready." Xie Chunxi called from the doorway.

My dear mother, why are you knocking on the door at this hour?

He Tingchu rubbed her eyes. She lay on top of him, looking down at him, while he looked up. He Tingchu seemed startled.

"Wen Qiqi, you..." He Tingchu clutched the blanket, as if he had been bullied.

"I didn't take advantage of you, I just... have a bad sleeping posture." Wen Xi waved her hand, almost crying.

"Well, we're legally married now. If you... have any needs, just say so, and I can satisfy them," the man on the bed said with a smile.

Wen Xi's pupils dilated in shock. Why was she feeling guilty?

"...You're the one who needs it, right? After all, you're getting on in years. Don't be too restrained. If you really can't hold back, I can accommodate you appropriately." She absolutely couldn't lose a verbal battle.

What kind of outrageous statements are these? Did they get their brains caught in a door? Why even bother to retaliate?

watt.

The moment the words were spoken, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Wen Xi took off at top speed, almost like running 100 meters, and went to the public restroom to wash up. She scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on her burning cheeks.

Are you crazy? Why did you have to speak so recklessly?

Having said that, she wasn't afraid.

The softness in his arms had disappeared, but the faint warmth and fragrance of her body still lingered in the blankets. He Tingchu's lips curled up imperceptibly.

"Qiqi, Tingchu probably didn't bring any clothes. Here are your dad's clothes for Tingchu to wear." Xie Chunxi handed her a folded old man's vest and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt.

Wen Xi forced open the door, and the sound of the shower running came from the bathroom. Through the frosted glass door, he could see that the bathroom was filled with steam and heat, and the dryness in his mouth that he had finally managed to suppress returned.

"He Tingchu?" Wen Xi knocked on the door.

"Wait... I'll be there soon."

"I left my change of clothes by the door."

"Okay, thank you," came the man's magnetic voice.

It felt like a surge of electricity.

-

A simple breakfast is neatly arranged in the living room.

When He Tingchu came out after changing his clothes, he made the old man's layered vest and polo shirt look like a supermodel, still exuding a refined and noble air. A few strands of wet hair clung to his scalp, revealing his full forehead.

It's not the clothes that flatter the person, it's the person who flatters the clothes.

Wen Xi witnessed firsthand how handsome He Tingchu was, with his physique and aloof, noble face; he would look good even in burlap.

"Tingchu looks good in everything," Xie Chunxi praised her son-in-law without reservation.

Wen Xi turned his head away and focused on eating.

The words that made her heart race that morning, though clearly a joke, struck her like a thunderbolt.

"Tingchu, Qiqi, there's been a problem at the Haicheng headquarters. We're heading back to Haicheng today; our flight is at noon." Wen Shiyuan received a call last night saying that a patient in the clinic had a sudden onset of symptoms, and he needed to go back to handle the aftermath.

"Dad..." Can you please not leave?

The second half of the sentence stuck in his throat. Wen Xi lowered his head and ate his rice without saying a word, his hand holding the chopsticks trembling slightly.

She's 23 now, but she's a mama's girl; she's never left her parents' side.

Even when she went to university, she was unwilling to leave Haicheng, as Haicheng Medical College was less than 10 kilometers away from the Wen family.

This was the first time she had been separated from her parents by thousands of miles.

After dinner, Wen Xi closed the door to compose herself; she couldn't let her family worry.

Kant is now at the brink of life and death, and she knows that; how could she possibly act like a child?

"Tingchu, I'm entrusting Qiqi to you. She's never left us. Spend more time with her during this period," Xie Chunxi instructed.

The luggage was packed quickly; the Wen family arrived in simple attire. The driver was waiting downstairs.

The driver put the luggage down next to the van. Wen Xi was still upstairs. The couple looked at the entrance of the building and sighed.

Just as they were about to get into the car, Wen Xi appeared at the building entrance, wearing slippers and dragging three large suitcases behind him.

Wen Xi wouldn't want to go back to Haicheng, would he?

So you're just going to abandon him?

He Tingchu's heart sank suddenly. Instantly, he stood there helplessly, his forehead covered in cold sweat. How was he going to explain this to the old man?

Should I dedicate the song "Cooling Down" to him?

"Mom and Dad, wait a minute."

"What's going on?" Wen Shiyuan was stunned.

"Dad, this is the betrothal gift I received. Kangde needs the money right now, and it might be able to save him in a critical moment."

Upon hearing the news, He Tingchu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You silly girl, these were all given to you by relatives from the He family. You're taking them all. Does Tingchu have any objections?" Xie Chunxi pulled her daughter aside and asked in a low voice.

"Mom, mine belongs to Qiqi. Now that we're husband and wife, she can do whatever she wants with my assets, let alone this red envelope..." The man behind her spoke up at the right moment.

Wen Shiyuan smiled with satisfaction.

"Your dad can't be that useless, can he? He's eyeing his daughter's red envelope?"

Even so, He Tingchu still neatly packed the suitcase into the trunk.

Wen Xi handed the card to Wen Shiyuan. She had already processed the transfers and deposited them all into the card; there were tens of millions of yuan in it.

Before getting on the bus, He Tingchu said to Wen Shiyuan,

"Dad, the legal department must carefully review the Yufeng contract. There absolutely cannot be any problems. We must hire a third-party organization to conduct an internal audit of Kangde. There is no doubt that there is an inside job involved in Kangde's financial problems."

"Tingchu, Dad will listen to you."

The van quickly disappeared into the traffic. Xie Chunxi leaned out and waved vigorously. Wen Xi ran ahead a bit, but lost her slippers. She couldn't catch up. She was about to break, so she simply sat down on the side of the road, covered her eyes, and let the large, large pearls fall on her.

She was finally abandoned.

"┭┮﹏┭┮, waaaaah..." The little crybaby performed steadily as always.

He Tingchu put his hands on his hips and shook his head helplessly. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. His wife's mental age was still immature. Xie Chunxi was right, she was definitely a mama's girl.

The man bent slightly, knelt on one knee, supported her shoulders which trembled slightly from sobbing, and pulled her into his arms. His fingers curled to wipe away the moisture from the corner of her eyes.

"It's alright, it's all over now, I'm still here..." The man's low, husky voice was filled with reassurance.

Wen Xi leaned against him, sniffed, and seemed to feel less uncomfortable.

"What time is it now...?"

He Tingchu raised his wrist,

"It's past midnight."

"Oh no, I'm reporting for duty at two o'clock." The fierce woman looked up and bumped into him with a "bang."