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

Wen Xi couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did. Her desire to share was overwhelming, so she called her best friend, Xiao Man.

She was speechless with excitement.

"Honey, try to read less novels and watch fewer web dramas. What, is it some kind of 'popular idol falls in love with me' drama again?"

"Listen to me, He Wangye is He Tingyou, and He Tingyou is my fiancé. In short, He Wangye is my future husband," Wen Xi said, enunciating each word clearly.

"What? Ah...!" A scream came from the other end of the phone, as if it could pierce Wen Xi's eardrums.

Wen Xi covered his ears.

"Wow, this kind of storyline, arranged marriage, childhood sweethearts, I really like this kind of plot."

After hearing this, Wen Xi's two little feet swung back and forth.

"Sister, the thought of you sleeping with He Wangye fills me with uncontrollable elation! Holy crap, I want to possess your body..."

"Don't even think about it."

"If my sisters sleep together, it's the same even if I sleep with them."

"Keep your mouth shut." Wen Xi calmed down and thought about it. If she slept with He Wangye, would she be cyberbullied by women all over the internet?

How terrifying!

However, Wen Qiqi was not afraid.

She sleeps openly and honestly – she went to sleep immediately after getting the marriage certificate.

"Honey, who keeps telling me they'll stay single and childless for the sake of safety? And what's with all this talk about how men's prime is too short, and they're no good after 25? Besides, handsome guys are only for admiring from afar, not for touching? Who said being a clear-headed, independent leading lady means only focusing on your career?"

"That depends on who the marriage partner is. If it's He Wangye, then I'll have no choice but to force myself on him!"

The two best friends whispered some inappropriate things to each other, and the more they talked, the more excited they became, and Wen Xi was wide awake.

The light in Wen Xi's room was on. Xie Chunxi knocked on the door.

"Sweetie, want to talk to Mommy?"

Wen Xi hung up the phone.

She cleared half the bed, and Xie Chunxi lay down fully clothed.

"Qiqi, Grandma scolded us. We'll handle Kangde's matter ourselves. Marriage is a lifelong commitment, so we can't wrong ourselves. Whether a marriage is happy or not, only the person experiencing it knows. If you really don't want to, I'll go and push it away from the He family."

"I'm not wronged, I'm not wronged," Wen Xi quickly waved his hand.

"Are you really willing?"

"Yes." Wen Xi had never been so certain before.

"You, you can't take your eyes off handsome guys." Xie Chunxi affectionately tapped her forehead. She never expected that her daughter would not oppose the arranged marriage. It turned out to be a lucky coincidence.

Xie Chunxi was very pleased. The couple were afraid that for the sake of Kangde, they would wrong their only beloved son.

"Who can blame him for being so good-looking?"

"However, we still don't know Tingyou's meaning; it could just be wishful thinking on your grandfather's part!"

"Does he dare disagree?" Wen Xi's damn competitive spirit kicked in.

She's not bad-looking either, and countless people have pursued her over the years. Wen Xi has a high opinion of himself; her beauty and intelligence are just right for him.

The thought of kissing He Wangye made Wen Xi's mouth almost pop out.

-

In the coming months, Wen Xi was counting down the days, waiting for the news to break.

With the financial support of Yufeng, Kangde is struggling to survive.

On the eve of her trip to Beijing, Grandpa He called in advance to reassure her, saying that He Tingyou had no objections and that he was so excited that he jumped for joy.

The Wen family boarded the plane on time, and the plane landed in Beijing.

The He family prepared several Maybachs to pick them up from the airport, going all out with the highest level of hospitality.

Inside the car, Wen Xi kept fixing her makeup.

"Mom, do I look good? Is my makeup smudged?"

"nice."

"Where's the skirt?"

"That's fine."

She wore a sky-blue silk cheongsam, the smooth lines of which outlined her exquisite figure. Her long hair was tied up in a bun, adorned with an elegant jade hairpin, revealing her slender neck.

After a half-hour drive, the car stopped in front of the He residence.

Before me stands a large villa in the style of a Chinese courtyard, on a piece of land that is extremely valuable, covering several hundred acres, with bamboo, trees, rocks, pavilions, and railings.

Upon arriving in the capital, Wen Xi finally understood what it meant to be wealthy, powerful, and from a prestigious family.

Although the He family was a prominent and influential family, they were also a family of scholars, and the whole family lived in one garden.

In comparison, the Wen residence does indeed seem petty.

Wen Xi was overwhelmed with excitement and completely oblivious to the unease in his family's eyes.

Wen Shiyuan gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, while Xie Chunxi took his arm, signaling him not to panic.

This is also why Wen Shiyuan has been unwilling to come to Beijing all these years, for fear that others would laugh at him as a country bumpkin who came to beg for money.

Over the years, the gap between the Wen and He families has widened, and Wen Shiyuan also has the pride of a scholar.

The servants lined up in a long queue, and Old Man He, looking remarkably spry, waited in the garden, followed by a large group of younger members of the He family.

"Sister-in-law, we've finally waited for you."

"You're too kind," Grandma Wen said, flattered.

"Aunt Wen, Shiyuan, sister-in-law, please come in." He Youjun, who was leading the group, was well-mannered and was also the current head of the He family.

Standing beside her was Bai Xue, who was over fifty years old but looked only in her forties, and was well-maintained.

"Call someone!" Xie Chunxi nudged Wen Xi's arm.

"Grandpa He, Grandma He, Uncle He, Aunt Bai..." Wen Xi greeted them obediently one by one.

After getting off the bus, her bright black eyes searched around.

She hadn't been to the capital for ten years, and everything had changed. She barely remembered anyone from this large garden.

She could hardly make sense of it.

With the help of Wen's mother, he had no choice but to greet people politely.

She searched around for a while but couldn't find He Wangye. Wen Xi's previously excited eyes dimmed a little.

Surrounded by the He family, the Wen family moved to the flower hall. Through the stained-glass windows of the flower hall,

The person she wanted to see was dressed in a sharp suit, slumped into a long sofa, legs crossed, leaning back nonchalantly, head down, engrossed in playing a game.

So that's where he was.

Wen Xi was secretly delighted, his face turning a tan.

"You brat, call for help." He Youjun cleared his throat and hissed.

He Tingyou turned his head and stared at her fair cheek for a moment. His gaze was sharp but tender. He quickly looked away.

Wen Xi's heart skipped a beat, and he met her gaze.

The tips of her ears turned red instantly.

He's even more handsome in person than on TV.

"Grandma Wen, Uncle Wen, Aunt Xie..." He Tingyou stood up and spoke softly.

-

After chatting over tea for a while, a long marble dining table was set up, with the seating already carefully arranged. He Tingyou and Wen Xi sat opposite each other.

Wen Xi's face flushed slightly, her small hands trembled slightly, and her slender white fingers gripped the handkerchief tightly.

When I met my idol for the first time, I was so embarrassed that I didn't know how to start the conversation, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

The adults talked about business, while He Tingyou ate his meal with a completely expressionless face.

The way he ate was just as beautiful as in TV dramas. Wen Xi couldn't help but steal a few glances, then carefully lowered her head. She sat upright and elegantly, looking every bit like a well-bred young lady.

Wen Xi ate his meal at a leisurely pace, sipping his tea in small bites.

Anyone who sees it will praise it.

Wow, what a lady, so quiet and gentle.

"Then let's set the wedding ceremony for the eighth day of this month," said Old Master He, his word carrying weight.

"Ahem, ahem," He Tingyou cleared his throat.

"Grandpa, I'm going to the Paris International Film Festival that day."

"What's so important about film festivals? After you and Qiqi get married, you'd better retire from the entertainment industry and go back to work for the company. Don't waste your time doing nothing," He Youjun scolded.

He Tingyou's expression was about to crumble.

Wen Xi came to his rescue.

"Grandpa, it's alright, there's time..." Wen Xi was about to speak when Grandma Wen tugged at her arm, her gaze gentle yet unyielding.

Wen Xi kept his mouth tightly shut, but still wore a polite smile on his face.

The scene became awkward, and the air grew heavy.

"Sister Qiqi is so beautiful, Second Brother, you're so lucky," He Tingbai joked.

He Tingbai is twenty years old this year, a sophomore in college, with a youthful and handsome face.

...

During the second half of the meal, Wen Xi's attention was entirely focused on He Tingyou's face; she didn't even taste the food properly.

He Tingyou kept a cold face throughout, secretly competing with the steak in front of him.

Wen Xi didn't dare to look him in the eye, so she could only steal a few glances; the thoughts of a young girl couldn't be hidden at all.

Under pressure from the elders of the He family, the marriage between the two was settled.

Wen Xi could actually tell that He Tingyou was a little upset, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, the moment she met his gaze, she saw a glimmer in his eyes.

At first glance, it seems that He Tingyou doesn't dislike her.

This is their first meeting in ten years. She is willing to give him time to think things through and get to know each other slowly, believing that feelings will eventually develop.

Wen Xi thought that with her charm, winning over her aloof idol should be a piece of cake.

"I have something to do, so I'll be going now," He Tingyou said after answering the phone.

"You scoundrel!" Grandpa He scolded.

"Grandpa He, let him go about his business, I'm fine," Wen Xi said hastily.

Wen Xi is considered his number one fan, and he knows that he recently joined a production team.

She cleverly came to her rescue once again.

He Tingyou grabbed his coat from the side, a hint of imperceptible irritation flashing in his eyes, and strode out, looking genuinely anxious.

As dusk settled, a sudden downpour began. Wen Xi watched He Tingyou leave through the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows.

The roar of an engine came from the yard, and the white sports car quickly disappeared.

A deep sense of melancholy welled up in Wen Xi's heart.

He left after our first meeting?

Calm down, he's the big star He Wangye. Just wait for his period drama to air so you can drool over it.

Thinking this way, she felt less choked up.

A few minutes later, the sound of a car engine shutting off came from the yard again.

Could it be?

He Tingyou is back?

Wen Xi's eyes, which had just dimmed, instantly lit up with a glimmer of light again. She hurriedly stood up, gracefully positioning herself, her dark eyes fixed on the entryway.

A crisp sound of leather shoes, "tap, tap..." Stepping onto the marble steps, Wen Xi's gaze followed the footsteps.

A pair of long, straight legs strode through the gate. The person was holding a black umbrella, which obscured the outline of his face. Wen Xi looked up and saw that the man had closed the umbrella.

Their eyes met, and the man's dark eyes were filled with an intense, unyielding gaze. Wen Xi's eyes remained fixed on the man's, unable to look away.

At the entrance, he shook the water droplets off his umbrella and handed it to the maid beside him, his steps slow and deliberate, each step carrying a sense of composure and self-control.

He wore a light gray shirt without a tie, the top button of which was casually undone. Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his jawline was calm and clear, and his features were striking.

A golden retriever followed them in, wagging its tail. The two, a man and a dog, were both enveloped in a chill.

Her deep eyes were like unfathomable, icy pools. When that calm, cold light inadvertently swept over Wen Xi, she was so afraid that even her breath trembled slightly.

"Qiqi, this is your brother Tingchu, do you remember him?"