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

Wen Xi suddenly looked up, her smooth forehead bumping against the man's chest muscles, which were as hard as stone.

"It hurts..." Wen Xi instinctively covered his head.

"Hiss..." His pectoral muscles also hurt.

Did Wen Qiqi practice some kind of evil Iron Head Kung Fu?

"Don't just focus on building your chest muscles; they're as hard as rocks," a straight woman remarked.

"Then you shouldn't practice Iron Head Kung Fu either," the straight man remarked.

They ignored each other, both in pain, just in different places.

"Are you alright?" they both asked in unison.

The man's fingertips brushed against her forehead, and Wen Xi patted his chest.

"It's nothing!" they answered in unison.

This little incident passed quickly. She chased after the car, her flip-flops finally giving way and falling apart. He Tingchu half-squatted in front of her.

"Get on, I'll carry you."

Wen Xi had no choice but to slowly climb onto the man's broad back. They were still hundreds of meters away from the building entrance, and without shoes, her feet would suffer.

With this thought in mind, Wen Xi felt at ease knowing that her husband was none of her business.

She gripped He Tingchu's neck tightly with both hands, as if afraid that He Tingchu would deliberately throw her.

"Don't choke me..."

"I'm afraid you'll drop me like you did when I was a kid..."

"When did I ever throw you?"

"You tripped me ten years ago, the time I injured my knee." So that's how deep the psychological trauma was.

"Wen Qiqi, I didn't expect you to hold a grudge like this?" He Tingchu turned his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's called having a good memory..."

Ten years ago, Wen Xi secretly went to the company to find Wen Shiyuan, but he fell down the steps.

He Tingchu said he would carry her to the hospital, but before he was ready, Wen Xi squeezed his legs together and climbed onto her back. He was startled and subconsciously let go.

Wen Xi was thrown flat on his back, which only compounded his injuries.

Ten years from now, he won't let go.

...

Across the street from Yingyue Mansion, the familiar black Maybach lay dormant under the ornamental trees, and He Tingyou clenched his fists.

Working together, the two finished packing all of Wen Xi's luggage for school. They covered the furniture with dust cloths, and finally, everything was in order. Wen Xi clapped his hands, supporting his back.

"What do you plan to do with this house?" He Tingchu asked in a muffled voice.

"I've entrusted the matter to an agency to find a tenant who will take good care of the house."

Tsk tsk, the little money-grubber will never let him down.

"Little money-grubber." The man said casually.

"That's called being a fool not to make money. A house in Yingyue Mansion would cost at least that much." Wen Xi held up three fingers, rolling his eyes.

Less than an hour later, the two reappeared beside the Bentley. He Tingchu opened the passenger door, and Wen Xi got in first.

He put his suitcase in the trunk, but he always felt a chilling glint in his eyes from behind. He was always on guard, and when he turned around, the black Maybach came into view.

It turned out to be his beloved younger brother who had returned.

The man glanced up indifferently, and He Tingyou, in the driver's seat, instinctively felt a chill run down his spine.

It was clearly his older brother who stole his wife, so why should he be afraid?

He Tingyou straightened his white suit, opened the door, got out of the car, crossed his arms, and met the car in front of him.

"Wait a minute, I need to make a call. Don't get out of the car," He Tingchu said as he opened the car door, then expertly closed it again.

She turned on the car's music player and listened to music, ignoring the noise outside.

-

"Why aren't you home?" He Tingchu took the initiative.

"Big brother, Mom said that you and Qiqi..." He Tingyou asked in a low voice.

"I'm married to Qiqi. Strictly speaking, you should now call her 'sister-in-law'," He Tingchu said calmly.

In two days and two nights, he flew to Paris and rushed back without stopping. His wife became his sister-in-law.

No one can accept this.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

He Tingyou clenched his right fist and slammed it down. This was exactly what He Tingchu had anticipated; he didn't dodge, but took the blow head-on.

"Hiss..." He Tingchu frowned.

A metallic, metallic taste of blood gushed from his mouth, and He Tingchu's lips were tinged with a bewitching crimson. He wiped away the bloodstain with his fingertip.

"Brother, why... Qiqi is my fiancée! How could you..." He Tingyou questioned sharply, his palms clenched tightly.

"He Tingyou, isn't this your choice?" He Tingchu examined the wound through the car window and spoke coldly.

"I...I didn't say I wouldn't marry you," He Tingyou stammered.

"You abandoned Qiqi and boarded the plane to Paris. Did I kidnap you? Do you know what yesterday's wedding meant? So many eyes were on Yufeng and Kangde. This is not a time for you to act recklessly. Did you consider Qiqi's feelings? On the eve of the wedding, the groom ran away. What will Kangde do if word gets out..." He Tingchu's face turned very ugly.

"I...I just want to postpone the wedding..."

"You don't want to get married so early at all, my movie star brother. Just focus on acting. I've decided you'll be the spokesperson for Yu Feng's daily chemical products, and you'll be the male lead in Director Zhang's next film."

"Also, remember, Qiqi is your sister-in-law now, and I expect you to maintain normal social distancing." After saying that, He Tingchu didn't want to waste any more time on He Tingyou; he still had to take his wife to register for work.

He Tingyou's steps were unsteady. Yes, how could he not have thought that his departure would embarrass Wen Xi?

And then there's Kant behind her.

No, he had already decided not to attend the film festival, but his agent kept persuading him to go, saying that Director Zhang also said that if he didn't appear at the film festival, the films he had previously starred in might face big problems, and the company would also be greatly affected.

But isn't his older brother the sugar daddy behind him?

The film and television company he works for, 7UP Pictures, was secretly established by He Tingchu three years ago without He Youjun's knowledge, and he was the first artist under 7UP Pictures.

He understood; he understood everything.

"Brother, have you liked Qiqi for a long time?"

He Tingchu stopped a few meters away, put his hands in his pockets, and turned around.

"He Tingyou, is all you can think about is romance? Have you been watching too many idol dramas? Which crybaby do I like? The last time I saw her, she was only 13. Am I some kind of pervert? My agreement to marry Qiqi was a deal, all for Hanyu... Are you satisfied with this reason?"

...

He Tingchu turned around, and Wen Xi unexpectedly fell into his eyes. She had been waiting in the car for a long time. When she got out, she saw two men with superior figures standing across the road. She looked closely and realized it was He Tingyou's car.

Worried that He Tingchu would be bullied, she crossed the zebra crossing.

He Tingyou saw her get out of the car, and he deliberately asked her...

"Qiqi, did you hear that? My older brother doesn't like you at all. Your marriage is just a cold transaction," He Tingyou added.

Wen Xi bit her lip and remained silent, her heart clenching with sobs. The answer wasn't unexpected, but why did she feel uneasy?

He must have been possessed, Wen Xi quickly came to terms with it.

"Did he hit him?" Wen Xi quickly walked up to He Tingchu, stood on tiptoe, and repeatedly stroked the corner of his lips with her fingertips, looking extremely worried.