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

Good news, his wife cares about him.

Bad news, did she hear everything I just said?

He Tingchu's heart sank suddenly. Like a schoolchild who had made a mistake, he stood up straight and deliberately raised his voice to complain.

"Um."

Wen Xi took a step forward, her small, aloof figure standing before He Tingyou.

"Slap!" A crisp sound rang out, and a cold slap landed.

It all happened so fast, He Tingyou hadn't even reacted yet. He covered his slightly flushed face and said sharply,

"Wen Xi, are you kidding me? You actually dared to hit me? Who gave you the guts!"

To be honest, Wen Xi wanted to slap her on their wedding day, but she waited until today. It's been so hard for her to hold back!

"I'm beating you, you scumbag! You abandoned me at the hotel and ran away from our wedding. Did you even consider my situation? Did you want everyone to laugh at me? To say that the heiress of Kangde Pharmaceuticals, Miss Wen, is your lapdog, He Wangye? You don't even deserve that title!"

"Also, this slap is something you owe me. How dare you hit my man... Husband, does it hurt? How did he hit you?" Wen Xi turned her head and asked the man next to her with a feigned worried expression.

When it comes to acting, who can't do it?

"My right hand...fist, it hurts." He Tingchu looked aggrieved.

"Oh, I'll get it back for you. You're welcome," Wen Xi said.

With a fist clenched in his palm, Wen Xi delivered a powerful punch, using all his strength.

That punch felt so satisfying!

She was a black belt in Taekwondo, and she didn't use her foot because of He Tingchu.

After all, he also shared the surname He. He Tingyou lost his balance and staggered half a step, only managing to avoid falling by leaning against the car.

He Tingyou was stunned. What was going on?

"Damn it, ptooey, Wen Xi...you!" He Tingyou gasped for breath and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He Tingchu's pupils contracted. What's going on?

Is his wife that fierce?

He Tingyou is 1.85 meters tall and spends his years practicing fancy but ineffective martial arts on set, yet he is no match for his wife.

Will he be a victim of domestic violence?

He needs to strengthen his training.

He was so scared!

Wen Xi clapped her hands and came over. She exuded domineering aura and had a disdainful expression, as if she had just solved an extremely easy little thing. The dimples on her cheeks were faintly visible.

At that moment, the man beside her felt his heart pound uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst out of his chest. He even forgot how to breathe, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Get in the car." Wen Xi nodded to him.

"Oh." He Tingchu got into the car.

Behind him, He Tingyou's face was gloomy. He had been slapped on the left cheek and punched in the corner of his lip. He could only lean against the car door, panting heavily.

Watching the two figures grow smaller and smaller.

He didn't even dare to question her loudly; it was something he owed her. He had to bear it because he had acted like a tasteless man.

It was as if he deserved to be scolded by his brother and beaten by Wen Xi.

He was just attending the Paris Film Festival for his career. Did he commit some capital crime?

He Tingchu was about to light the fire when Wen Xi stopped him. She glanced back at He Tingyou, who was still standing across the street, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Wait here." Wen Xi went to his suitcase and got the first-aid kit.

As a medical student, she always had the habit of carrying a first-aid kit with her. Wen Xi opened it...

The first-aid kit is fully equipped with disinfectant, iodine, common medicines, medical scissors, acupuncture needles, and even a defibrillator.

He Tingchu gasped.

"Don't move, the wound needs to be treated, otherwise it will get infected." Wen Xi stood outside the car, put on medical gloves, pinched his chin, and gently lifted it.

Her delicate face drew closer, so close that you could clearly see the fine downy hairs on her skin. Her expression was focused, her curled eyelashes fluttered like cicada wings, and the fragrance emanating from her hair permeated the air.

He gently wiped the corner of his lips with a cotton swab soaked in iodine, his knuckles white as he gripped the seatbelt tightly.

"Be gentle, wife." The man smiled slightly, his dark eyes gazing quietly at her.

"Who's your wife?" Wen Xi asked irritably.

"You just called me husband...and even stood up for me. It's great to have a wife." The man said nonchalantly.

"Shut up, or I'll sew your mouth shut right now," Wen Xi commanded, making a move to grab a needle.

"Oh." He Tingchu was genuinely guilty at that moment.

She heard He Tingchu's words clearly.

Yes, he was forced into this situation and he's right; this marriage was a transaction after all.

Her interactions with He Tingchu these past two days led to a momentary misunderstanding. Perhaps it's because she's been focused on her studies all these years and never experienced a crush in middle school, yet she's already in a relationship at 23.

Old fox.

It's strange that she knows these tricks; I almost fell for this old man's scheme.

Wen Xi, be more responsible! How can you be so easily tempted?

How can he do whatever he wants just because of his face?

Looking at it up close, it's just so-so. Apart from having a slightly higher nose bridge, a slightly deeper gaze, and slightly more defined features, it's just that. Two eyes and one mouth.

She watched it for two days and was almost tired of it.

"Professor He is right. Our marriage is just a transaction, each of us getting what we need. In front of outsiders, we are husband and wife, and He Tingyou is an outsider. That's why I'm helping you; it's just an act for him."

"Let's try to avoid meeting in private, and everyone should maintain social distancing. Also, please call me by my full name from now on. If you forget, let me remind you: my name is Wen Xi, Wen as in warmth, and Xi as in the Imperial Seal of the State." After saying this, he pressed the cotton swab against the wound on the corner of his lip with force.

A cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead; it hurt.

She almost murdered her husband.

With a band-aid on his lip, Wen Xi packed up the first-aid kit and returned to the passenger seat.

No man with the surname He is a good person.

"Drive," Wen Xi said coldly.

He Tingchu's heart sank suddenly, and he felt a dense, stabbing pain in his heart.

The car was completely silent in the enclosed space. The man's thin lips parted slightly, but he didn't utter a sound.

Wen Xi sent a message to Xiao Man, casually telling her that she had hit a big star.

Xiaoman was happy for her.

Was it fun?

That was awesome, that fight was incredibly satisfying.

It felt like the pent-up frustration that had been building up in my chest for the past few days had finally been released.

Whether she's He Tingyou or He Wangye, she's going to beat her up anyway.

He's the one who pulled her braids when she was little; she'd better get revenge.

She's practiced Taekwondo diligently for so many years in order to get revenge.

All those years of hard work haven't been in vain.

Thinking of He Tingyou, she glanced at He Tingchu beside her, thinking, "What a scoundrel."

Wen Xi clenched his fists unconsciously, and a crisp "crack, crack..." sound came from his knuckles.

"You...have practiced it?" He Tingchu's voice was barely audible.

"Black belt in Taekwondo." Wen Xi's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"..." He Tingchu took another deep breath.

"You don't...have a tendency towards domestic violence, do you?"

"Professor He, I don't know either. After all, this is my first marriage..."

"We can get along peacefully...Please, Mrs. He, restrain yourself."

"Professor He... you'd better not mess with me, or I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." Wen Xi gritted his teeth.

Wen Xi raised an eyebrow smugly, and He Tingchu involuntarily shrank his shoulders.

Yes, Mrs. He is in a great mood.

He wasn't in a good mood.