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

"Grandma, I'm getting up right away."

"No rush, take your time. Don't prepare anything. You are Grandma's favorite baby."

Grandma He caught her off guard.

Wen Xi opened the wardrobe and casually changed into a light blue cheongsam. She remembered Grandma He praising her for looking beautiful in a cheongsam, like a graceful woman from Jiangnan who had stepped out of a landscape painting.

The painting was ready. She spent only a week copying the Song Dynasty painting "Layered Peaks and Misty Rivers," and the result was almost indistinguishable from the original.

Xie Chunxi asked her to paint an oil painting, but He Tingchu suggested that a landscape painting would be better, saying that his grandmother preferred the elegant artistic conception of ink wash landscape painting.

Wen Xi put the painting into the painting tube and suddenly slapped his head.

She suddenly remembered that she hadn't received the antique purple clay teapot Xie Chunxi had mentioned sending. She was extremely anxious and immediately called Xie Chunxi.

"Mom, where's the Yixing teapot? Which security company did they use?"

"I asked your dad to send it, honey, Qiqi said she hasn't received the package..."

"Courier? What courier? I haven't sent anything to my daughter recently!"

"A Qing Dynasty Yixing teapot..."

"Oh no, I'm so busy I forgot!"

"How can I put this to you!" The conversation between the couple on the other end of the phone made Wen Xi realize that sometimes, her careless parents couldn't be relied on.

"Qiqi, it's all Dad's fault. People get forgetful when they get old."

"Tell me about you... sigh, what about Qiqi? Will the He family think that the Wen family doesn't care at all...?" Xie Chunxi's voice sounded extremely anxious.

Wen Xi's forehead tightened; it was too late.

Who can save her?

Last night before going to bed, Wen Xi instructed He Tingchu to remember to wake her up.

Time to get up, no sleeping in today.

Just then, news of He Tingchu arrived.

The frequent sharing of everyday life details during this period made He Tingchu's name the first thing that popped into Wen Xi's mind.

Gradually, dependence can become a terrible habit.

She dialed without hesitation.

"He Tingchu, help!" In the video, Wen Xi's face was slightly flushed with nervousness.

"What's wrong?" On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, He Tingchu seemed to still be engrossed in his work. Hearing her anxious voice, his dark eyes quickly shifted from the tablet, and he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his phone in hand.

"My dad forgot to send the gift for Grandma. I can't go empty-handed, can I? It's a small matter if I embarrass the Wen family, but it's a big deal if I embarrass you, Professor He." Wen Xi quickly brought He Tingchu into the picture and launched a high-level moral blackmail.

After all, she is now his other half.

If this were in ancient times, she would have been convicted, and He Tingchu would have been exiled three thousand miles away.

He Tingchu was both annoyed and amused, rubbing his throbbing temples.

What do you mean by "losing face for him is a big deal"? His face isn't actually worth much.

But he is also very concerned about his image; after all, he is the eldest grandson of the He family.

The man laughed so hard he rubbed his forehead, but he still had to be careful with his tone and attitude, after all, he had a "previous record" of suddenly disappearing.

He patted his chest and promised Wen Xi that he would be available 24 hours a day to deal with any emergencies she might encounter, as long as she needed any help.

"Like father, like daughter," He Tingchu chuckled softly.

"What?" Wen Xi didn't hear clearly, but she guessed it was probably a roundabout way of cursing her.

Even across the Pacific Ocean, through that square screen, He Tingchu could feel the powerful, cold air from the ancient East brushing against his face.

"I didn't say anything." He straightened his back instinctively, his eyes becoming unfocused.

"You'd better be." Wen Xi's eyes were intimidating.

"Have Uncle Wang go to Lanting Pavilion, No. 188 Fangyuan Lane. There's a box made of golden nanmu in the safe in the study. Just give the contents of the box to Grandma as a gift. I'll send you the password," He Tingchu readily agreed.

Old man.

It turns out they had a plan in place.

She had worried for nothing. He Tingchu was known for being strict and serious in his work and teaching. He thought three steps ahead for every step he took, and in some ways, he was even more tactful and experienced than Wen Shiyuan.

It turns out that the same applies to handling one's private life.

Wen Xi's heart finally settled down, and she quickly left the dormitory with her backpack and drawing tube.

A black Maybach was parked at the dormitory entrance.

Uncle Wang stood beside the car in a formal suit. Although it was early in the morning, there were still a few students coming and going, and a few girls were whispering among themselves.

Wow, this car costs over three million!

"Is he here to pick up his mistress? Look, there's a middle-aged man standing next to the car. How shameless! A Peking University student is actually someone's mistress."

...

Li Tingting had just returned from the cafeteria with breakfast when she encountered Wen Xi rushing downstairs at the door.

"Wen Xi, I brought you breakfast."

"Thank you, Tingting. I have to go out today, so could you please eat it for me?"

Wen Xi affectionately put his arm around her shoulder and ran out like a gust of wind.

Seeing her come out, Uncle Wang quickly waved and greeted her with a smile.

"Good morning, young mistress." Then she respectfully opened the back door of the car.

"Uncle Wang, you don't need to be so polite." Wen Xi waved his hand, then got into the car.

Li Tingting wiped her glasses; she couldn't believe that Wen Xi had gotten into the Maybach next to her like that.

The middle-aged man clearly smiled and said something to her, but because there was some distance between them, she couldn't hear him clearly.

"She must be his mistress. See that man? He's over forty. How can she still be with him?" A girl passing by looked at her with disdain.

"Can you please stop talking nonsense? Couldn't it be her father? Her family driver?" Li Tingting shouted sternly.

"She's Wen Xi from your dorm, right? You're even taking her side. What a fake best friend! If she were a real rich girl, would she be living in this shabby dorm? Is she crazy?"

"You...you're spreading rumors..." Li Tingting stepped forward, grabbed the girl's hair, and started hitting her directly.

The woman begged for mercy repeatedly, and the scene became chaotic.

...

Wen Xi asked Uncle Wang to go to Lanting Pavilion. Uncle Wang turned on his turn signal as if he knew the place well.

Less than ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of Lanting Pavilion.

It was only then that Wen Xi realized that there was such a tranquil and auspicious place near Peking University, a unique Chinese garden-style community that gradually revealed its true face under the cover of layers of trees.

It exudes a classic and traditional charm.

Wen Xi opened the car door, and at that moment, a beautiful woman in a royal blue uniform suit jogged forward.

"Mrs. He".

"Mrs. He" is such an unfamiliar title.

Wen Xi looked around and saw that she was the only one standing at the entrance of the residential area. For a moment, she thought she was greeting someone else.

"You called me?" Wen Xi asked incredulously, pointing to his nose.

"You are Professor He's wife, Miss Wen, right?"

"It's me." After verifying her identity, Wen Xi realized that the Professor He she was talking about was He Tingchu, and Mrs. He was naturally herself.

"Professor He contacted us in advance, saying that since it was your first time here, he was worried that you might not be familiar with the layout of the Lantingge community, so he specially asked me to take you in. Please follow me."

It turned out to be the case.

The garden design of Lanting Pavilion is absolutely superb. Without the butler to guide her, Wen Xi thought that she, who has no sense of direction, would definitely get lost.

After passing through the narrow path, one is greeted by moss-covered patches and vines.

He Tingchu, that man, really knows how to enjoy life; he actually bought it here.

No, given the exorbitant housing prices in Beijing, let alone this place, it would cost at least nine figures.

She had heard her grandmother mention that the He family was extremely strict with their children's education. Before they became independent, they would not give their grandchildren any financial assistance or shares. All the younger generation had to support themselves with their own abilities. The purpose was to prevent the younger generation from becoming arrogant and extravagant, which would eventually squander the He family's ancestral property.

Everyone knows that in Beijing's social circles, Old Master He's housekeeper is extremely strict, even to the point of being abnormal.

I heard that they don't even pay for their grandchildren's tuition. If they pass the exam, they can get scholarships based on their abilities. If they don't pass, they can start from the bottom in the family business and be paid the minimum wage.

Because of the immense economic pressure and frequent financial difficulties, He Tingyou chose to debut based on his looks, since being a celebrity is a quick way to make money.

So what about He Tingchu? How did he manage to buy this house?

Wen Xi paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. If she were as capable as this man, would Kant not have been labeled ST?

Sigh, comparing yourself to others is just plain frustrating.

If it weren't for rushing to Grandma He's birthday banquet, Wen Xi wouldn't have wanted to go out at all; the environment was just too nice, perfect for relaxing.

"Professor He bought the best unit in our building. Mrs. He, this way please."

The king of the building?

In this capital city where every inch of land is precious, He Tingchu is being too extravagant. Isn't Hanyu short of money right now?

Wasting money!

The butler led Wen Xi to the top floor. The elevator, designed for one apartment per floor, opened with a "ding!" Wen Xi turned sideways and entered the string of numbers, and the door opened.

"Thank you." Wen Xi leaned against the door.

"Mrs. He, please go ahead with your work. I'll wait for you downstairs."

The top floor features a penthouse design with a double-height living room in the middle, a spacious 400-square-meter apartment. The black, white, and gray Italian minimalist style of decoration perfectly matches He Tingchu's personality: dull, boring, and colorless.

She found the safe in the study, entered the password, and found the box made of Phoebe zhennan wood among a pile of documents.

He accidentally bumped into something hard. Wen Xi took a closer look and realized, "Hmm, it's gold."

I really want to rob him of everything.

But there's no time left, I'll come again next time.

-

In less than half an hour, Wen Xi arrived at the old house carrying the beautiful brocade box.

There was still time; it was a little past eleven. Led by the housekeeper, she arrived at the flower hall, where Bai Xue, also dressed in a purple cheongsam, was drinking tea.

"Mom, Qiqi is here," Bai Xue called out to the living room.

"Qiqi, come sit next to Grandma."