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

"What are you doing? Let go!" Wen Xi's wrist was being pinched painfully, and she struggled forcefully.

He Tingyou ignored him and remained unmoved.

They even increased the pressure, and Wen Xi's fair wrists were reddened from the tightness.

"I will not let go, I will absolutely not let go this time."

He Tingyou, just like when he was a kid, started fighting over dolls; his old habit had returned.

Wen Xi frowned in discomfort.

"Qiqi, you can't deceive yourself. You clearly like me, so why can't you give me another chance? Just because I stood you up once?" He Tingyou asked urgently.

...

Wen Xi's wrist was in excruciating pain, but she was afraid that her violent resistance would attract her classmates, and then things would really get complicated.

She needed to calm down; all she wanted was to get rid of He Tingyou as soon as possible. Wen Xi took a deep breath and said, with no other options left,

"I like He Wangye."

"Qiqi, face your heart. Whether you like He Wangye or He Tingyou, it's still me, the me in front of you. Have you forgotten how we played hide-and-seek together when we were little, how we went to see the stars... and how I gave you my favorite snacks? Have you forgotten all of that?"

"I haven't forgotten. There was that time when you pulled my braid. I said it hurt, but you wouldn't let go. Just like today, I said my wrist hurt, but you still wouldn't let go." Memories of the past flashed before her eyes like frames from a movie.

He Tingyou, that damned He Tingyou.

Childhood memories resurfaced, and Wen Xi felt extremely wronged, her eyes welling up with tears.

He Tingyou abruptly released her wrist, staggered half a step, and turned pale.

"Qiqi, I'm sorry, I got too excited. I don't want to lose you." He Tingyou's switch was pressed.

He lifted her wrist, which was slightly flushed, and placed it to his lips, his thin lips almost touching the back of her hand.

"Does it hurt?"

-

After class, He Tingchu found a bag of snacks in the back seat of the car, which Wen Xi, being so careless, had forgotten to take.

The man's lips curled into a half-smile as he delivered it to her, timing it perfectly.

Passing by a roadside flower shop, he even asked the owner to buy him a large bouquet of sunflowers. He waited at the dormitory entrance for over half an hour but no one showed up, so he had to call her. All he heard on the other end of the line was a cold, mechanical voice:

"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy..."

He looked up and saw a slender figure walking towards him with a backpack. The man stood a few meters away, smiled, and waved.

Wen Xi, however, was facing the opposite side of the road. Following the direction of her gaze, he saw his younger brother, He Tingyou.

Immediately afterwards, as if the two people in front of him had exchanged some secret signal, Wen Xi hurriedly slipped into the small garden next to him.

He Tingyou, carrying a large bouquet of roses, quickly followed. His heart skipped a beat, and his steps were drawn to it as he strode forward until he faintly heard those words beside him.

"I like He Wangye, not you, He Tingyou."

However, He Wangye is He Tingyou.

The man's lips were pressed together so tightly they turned white.

At that moment, he was completely flustered.

The man suddenly turned around, his lonely figure disappearing into the thick, boundless night behind him.

-

Wen Xi abruptly pulled her wrist away from He Tingyou's grasp. "You can leave now. This is over."

"Qiqi, I'm willing to give you time. This time, it's my turn to wait for you, okay?"

"No one will wait for you here, He Tingyou, can you please wake up?" Wen Xi interrupted sharply.

"I won't leave unless you agree to my request."

"If you don't leave, I'll call for help. You don't want to see the big star He Wangye's scandal trending on social media tomorrow, do you?" Wen Xi said seriously.

"...Qiqi...you wouldn't." Before He Tingyou could finish speaking, an urgent ringtone broke the silence between them.

Caller ID - Zhou Yi.

He Tingyou lowered his eyes, sighed, and answered the call.

"Yiyi, what's wrong?" The man changed his tone, his voice softening.

"Tingyou, can you come pick me up? I'm in Honolulu, and I'm so annoyed by these GG sponsors. They're up to no good."

"I can't leave right now, can I have Little Fatty come find you?"

"Brother Tingyou, you know they won't let me go if you don't come," the woman on the other end sobbed.

"Mr. Wang, I really can't drink anymore. Brother Tingyou is coming soon. He said he'll drink with you personally," the woman on the other end of the phone whimpered.

He Tingyou was in a state of utter confusion.

"Qiqi, I have to go now. Let's talk next time, okay?"

After finishing the call, He Tingyou threw the roses into her arms, adjusted his mask, and quickly got into the Porsche parked nearby. The taillights of the car disappeared rapidly at the end of the road.

He Tingyou finally disappeared.

Wen Xi's legs went weak, and he plopped down on the cold cement floor, a wave of sorrow washing over him.

Why would she have liked He Tingyou for three years?

Is she some kind of brain-dead idiot?

Just like on their wedding day, when he appeared in front of the camera holding Zhou Yi's hand, she should have known the answer, but why did her heart still ache?

Fortunately, the situation is under control.

Wen Xi took out her phone, blocked He Tingyou, and simultaneously left several of He Wangye's fan groups.

Over the years of following celebrities, she has made many girlfriends, and even became the group owner of He Wangye's 100th fan group.

As the organizer, Wen Xi felt it wouldn't be appropriate to disband the fan group of several hundred people without prior notice, so she quickly typed...

[Dear ladies, I'm leaving the group for personal reasons. Who would like to be the group admin? Please message me privately.]

[Group owner, are you no longer pursuing the brother?] A familiar sister left a message.

[I'm not going to pursue it anymore; the mystery has been dispelled.] Wen Xi typed.

I don't want to pursue him anymore. He's already with Zhou Yila... He's not clean anymore...

These words struck a chord with Wen Xi.

After all, it would be self-deception to say that she was completely unmoved by the man she had liked for three years kissing her passionately on the big screen.

I'm leaving the group too...

【+1】

...

[+2] Xiaoman agrees.

【+199.】

At that time, a girl named Xiaoyou who frequently commented left a message.

[Group owner, please don't disband the group! If this guy doesn't like you anymore, let's find someone else! Sisterhood is like a beautiful mountain, let's find someone else to pursue, someone positive, uplifting, and inspiring. This is my teacher, we both have the surname He, he's even more handsome than He Wangye, highly intelligent, highly educated, the unattainable beauty of Peking University, and if you look closely, he looks about 70% like He Wangye…]

A photo of a man in a white shirt and black pants was posted in the group chat. He stood on the podium with his hands in his pockets, looking as cold as ice, with a deep gaze.

Upon seeing pictures of handsome men, Wen Xi couldn't resist his damn fingers...

He's being impulsive; he deserves a beating.

Wen Xi's fingertips trembled slightly when he accidentally clicked on the picture.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

As soon as the photo was posted, my girlfriends started leaving comments like crazy.

So handsome... I'm drooling.

[Wow... Great figure, and it's even double-door style.] A lecherous emoji.

[I can't imagine how wild his waist would be in bed...] I'm drooling.

Wen Xi was completely devastated.

If He Tingchu knew that hundreds of sasaeng fans were under her command, privately commenting on his appearance and physique, she would still be the leader of the group.

She couldn't imagine how sour He Tingchu's face would be if they were still discussing his time and intensity in bed.

She must disband this group.

She maintained the barely suppressed excitement in the group chat, with Xiaoman sending dozens of emojis in a row, looking like she was enjoying the show.

Wow, this man looks strangely familiar; I feel like I've seen him somewhere before.

Xiaoman's private message arrived.

[Damn, is he your spouse listed on your marriage certificate?]

In her concluding remarks, Wen Xi said that discussing celebrities was one thing, but discussing a renowned professor was unacceptable; the professor would definitely send her a lawyer's letter and sue her.

Wen Xi thought about it carefully and realized that this was very much in line with He Tingchu's ruthless and taciturn but seemingly serious demeanor.

After everyone calmed down and thought about it, they realized there were indeed risks. The young girls were all timid, and after Wen Xi's words, they dared not continue discussing it.

Xiaoyou, in particular, humbly begged everyone not to save the photos, saying that she had secretly taken them during class.

Before disbanding the group, Wen Xi opened the original image and inexplicably clicked save.

It's pretty good, you might as well watch it.

Wen Xi carried a pile of documents back to the dormitory. On the bench outside the dormitory, a large bunch of sunflowers lay abandoned, all alone. But what wrong had these weak and helpless flowers done? (Note: The sunflower symbolizes silent yet passionate love.)

They just wanted to find their master.

Wen Xi waited for about half an hour but didn't see its owner. Maybe some boy had been rejected after confessing his love. With this thought, Wen Xi felt at ease and took away the large bunch of sunflowers that were almost broken.

Her figure appeared at the dormitory entrance, and the dormitory supervisor opened the small window and called out to her.

"From medical school? What's your name... Wen..."