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

Wen Xi originally thought Zhou Yi was the kind of person who was pitiful and innocent, but she didn't expect her to be a movie queen. Since they've already torn off the mask, she shouldn't blame Zhou Yi for becoming a hater.

It's fine if Zhou Yi insults her, but if she insults He Tingchu as well, He Tingchu probably won't tolerate it.

Wen Xi unlocked his phone and realized that he had been recording the whole time.

Ironically, she always acted based on facts and evidence, and her motto was that she would never wrong any "good person".

She sent the audio material to He Tingchu verbatim, then made a phone call, deliberately speaking in a whiny voice. As the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner; if the dog is going to rely on its master's power, she had to be prepared to be its lackey.

She imitated Zhou Yi's tone of voice, speaking in a high-pitched, strained manner.

"He Tingchu, someone insulted me, saying I'm a woman who has two husbands... and called you a bookworm who doesn't know how to judge a woman's worth, which is why you were fooled by a green tea bitch like me. Oh, right, she called your wife a green tea bitch... Tell me, doesn't her insulting me mean she's insulting you? Can you tolerate that? You probably can't, right...?"

When He Tingchu heard her coquettish voice, he almost began to question his existence. He even thought that Wen Xi's WeChat account had been hacked.

I checked the caller ID several times, and it really was his fierce little wildcat.

"Are you going to do anything about it?" Wen Xi's voice trembled at the end.

"Wen Qiqi, can you speak properly? What do you want to do?" He Tingchu said with a smile.

"Yes, I want you to... blacklist, actress Zhou Yi," Wen Xi said, enunciating each word clearly.

Her face turned cold, and her sharp eyes swept over Zhou Yi's face inch by inch, like bursts of cold light.

...

These arrogant words finally enraged Zhou Yi, who was weak and boneless in He Tingyou's arms.

She stopped pretending to be a delicate, innocent flower; her true colors were revealed.

"Damn, Miss Wen, did I hear that right? You're really something, daring to say you're going to blacklist me? I've been around for years, I'm not afraid of anything." Zhou Yi rolled up her sleeves and put her hands on her hips.

"That's enough, Yiyi, hurry up and admit your mistake." Seeing that the situation was not right, He Tingyou quickly tugged at Zhou Yi's arm.

"Did she provoke me first?" Zhou Yi raised her voice.

...

Wen Xi just thought the couple in front of her was so noisy.

"Give me five minutes." After saying that, the phone went dead with a busy signal.

He Tingchu actually hung up on her, and Wen Xi gasped.

Damn, you spoke too confidently. Now you're in a difficult position.

She really lost her mind; she spoke without thinking.

They even want to blacklist the Best Actress award winner. Zhou Yi is a rising star, and she just won the Best Newcomer Award at the Paris International Film Festival.

She has an ridiculously large fan base and is endorsed by many international luxury brands. She is a darling of the fashion industry and is rumored to have a powerful sugar daddy protecting her.

What right does she have to dare to so brazenly declare that she will be blacklisted?

It's both infuriating and hilarious.

After hanging up the phone, a hint of embarrassment crept onto Wen Xi's face. Sigh, why did I have to get so carried away?

Wen Qiqi, Wen Qiqi, your pride is worthless.

So what if I say you're a woman with two husbands?

It's not really true, is it?

Wen Xi regretted digging her toes into the ground, her body seemingly frozen in place. She lowered her head, looking timidly at her toes, like a primary school student who had made a mistake, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself on the spot.

What should I do?

Or should we just run away?

Is it too late to run away now?

Wen Xi stared blankly with her head down. If she had looked up, she would have seen that He Tingyou's face was deathly pale, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Tingyou, you're not afraid of this woman too, are you? Who does she think she is? I'm not afraid of her at all," Zhou Yi said shrilly, her face flushed.

He Tingyou hurriedly took out his phone to call someone, but he obviously couldn't get through.

At that moment, a sudden ringing of the bell interrupted Wen Xi's inner panic.

The phone in Zhou Yi's handbag rang. She didn't know what the other person said to her on the phone, but after listening, the phone in Zhou Yi's hand fell to the flower stand with a "thud".

The screen cracked instantly.

Zhou Yi's face, which had been contorted in a ferocious expression, turned deathly pale. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and she staggered, nearly falling into the pond beside the flower bed.

Wen Xi was completely confused, but taking this opportunity, she secretly turned around, intending to escape, but Zhou Yi grabbed her arm.

"Mrs. He, I'm sorry, I spoke without thinking. Could you... please forgive me?"

Wen Xi was stunned for a moment. What was going on? His mind was like a bloated milk dough, hazy and confused.

Fortunately, the housekeeper arrived in time, breaking the deadlock.

"Young Madam, Second Young Master, the Old Madam invites you both in for a meal."

"Oh." Wen Xi really didn't want to stay with Zhou Yi.

She forcefully pushed Zhou Yi's hand away and disappeared into the garden like a wisp of smoke.

"Tingyou...save me! I can't be blacklisted! My family is counting on me..." Zhou Yi cried out in fear.

Zhou Yi fell into He Tingyou's arms again like a drifting duckweed. The man felt a pang of heartache, as if a cat were scratching at his heart. He gently stroked the woman's face and softly comforted her.

"I'll have the driver take you home first. You stay home obediently, don't look at your phone or go online, and leave everything to me."

"Yes, Tingyou, you're all I have left."

-

When He Tingyou returned after seeing Zhou Yi off, Wen Xi was already seated, and everyone had started eating. No one was waiting for him.

"Come on, Qiqi, have some crab." Bai Xue put the cleaned crab meat in a white porcelain dish and placed it in front of her.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Okay, good girl, eat more."

"Qiqi, have a bowl of chicken soup. You're too thin and need to eat more. I specially asked Wang Ma to make matsutake chicken soup," Grandma He instructed.

"Yes, thank you, Grandma."

The atmosphere at the long table stretched out in a row was harmonious and joyful, as if He Tingyou were the outsider.

"Wen Xi, do you really think you're a member of the He family? Remember, your surname is Wen." He Tingyou looked down at her and reprimanded her sharply.

Wen Xi was startled by the sudden roar; she had indeed offended someone.

But it has nothing to do with him.

As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor.

However, we can't think of it that way, after all, Zhou Yi is his girlfriend.

Alas, Wen Xi regretted his impulsive decision.

Wen Xi was still mentally reviewing how to end this situation. She obediently lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, looking aggrieved and frightened.

"He Tingyou, you have no respect for your elders! Qiqi is your sister-in-law!" Old Master He slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Sister-in-law? Grandpa, stop fooling yourself. If it weren't for Kang De behind her, why would our He family have married her? Doesn't she know her own worth? She should just stick to her place. What, she took the He family's money and now she wants to turn the tables and be the master of the He family?" He Tingyou's stubbornness flared up, and he got more and more excited as he spoke, his voice becoming ridiculously loud.

Indeed, he was handsome, but all show and no substance; he was empty-headed.

How could she not know that the marriage between the two families was aimed at Kang De? But why bring it up in public like this?

Is he really stupid?

He really is a handsome idiot; he's wasted his good looks.

Wen Xi instantly became immune to that face; its allure vanished.

She doesn't like idiots with empty heads.

Thankfully, he ran away from the wedding; otherwise, she wouldn't know where to go to cry.

Wen Xi's dark eyes darted around. Should he squeeze out some tears and pretend to be wronged?

"Tingyou, what are you saying? Could it be... that Zhou Yi was the one who spoke rudely first?" Wen Xi raised her eyes, which were filled with tears.

"Damn it!" Old Master He's hands were trembling uncontrollably. He grabbed the cane beside him and a dull thud rang out as a blow struck his thigh.

"Grandpa! Why did you hit me? It's Wen Xi who's wrong. Wen Xi, what are you pretending for?" After being hit by the stick, He Tingyou swayed and almost lost his balance. He staggered a few steps and had to hold onto the table to stand up.

"...Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, I just had a fight with Zhou Yi...but the grievances have their perpetrators, and the real culprits should come to me. It's not Tingyou's place to humiliate me and the Wen family..." Wen Xi pretended to squeeze out tears, but then straightened his back with a "whoosh," his voice clear and cold.

Squeezing out a few tears is a young girl's grievance, but standing tall is the spirit of the eldest daughter of the Wen family.

"Tell me, what happened?" He Youjun demanded loudly.

The butler quickly came over, bent down and whispered something in He Youjun's ear, and handed He Youjun a USB drive.

He Youjun stood up angrily and stormed off, smashing the wine glass beside him on the ground with a piercing sound.

"Bring He Tingyou in."