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

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Xi was hanging his head and preparing to wash up when he received a call from Yin Fangfang.

Ever since their brief encounter at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Yin Fangfang has developed an inexplicable fondness for Wen Xi.

The little girl was beautiful, with bright, expressive eyes. She and Zeng Huaiming lived in the staff dormitory of Peking University, and Yin Fangfang would often invite Wen Xi to their home for meals.

Over time, Wen Xi became a frequent visitor to Yin Fangfang's home.

"Qiqi, come quickly to Master's wife's place, Tingchu is drunk." Yin Fangfang's voice sounded extremely anxious.

"Um... Madam, could you please let him go home?" Wen Xi was still angry with him.

"How is he going to get home? You'd better come and pick your husband up from here." Yin Fangfang was both annoyed and amused.

Did this young couple have a fight?

Thinking about it carefully, it would be strange if there weren't any conflicts.

Immediately after getting married, He Tingchu went to the United States for an academic exchange visit, which lasted for almost two months.

Blame Zeng Huaiming.

Why send He Tingchu to this project? Of all the people they could have sent, they had to send He Tingchu.

Yin Fangfang glared at the drunken Zeng Huaiming beside her, and angrily slapped him on the back.

"Why did you hit me? I didn't persuade him to drink! This kid insisted on drinking my homemade liquor." Zeng Huaiming had also drunk some and was feeling dizzy.

"You don't know anything, you dead straight man. You've only grown older, but you haven't grown any brains." Yin Fangfang covered the microphone, rolling her eyes.

"Qiqi, you should come over. Your teacher is drunk too. I can't take care of two drunkards. Ouch, my back..." Yin Fangfang groaned weakly at the ceiling.

Yin Fangfang has a bad back.

During this time, Wen Xi was helping her with treatment and acupuncture, and she repeatedly told Yin Fangfang not to do heavy work.

"Teacher's wife, you just need to take care of the teacher. Don't worry about He Tingchu. I'm coming right away." Wen Xi casually grabbed a knitted cardigan, put it on, and quickly went downstairs.

She jogged to the teachers' apartment, climbed six floors in one go, and rang the doorbell;

"Ding-dong."

Yin Fangfang opened the door and saw Wen Xi with a flushed face and fine beads of sweat on his forehead, clearly having run there.

She said she wouldn't come to pick up her husband, but she still came running.

This girl is stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

Yin Fangfang saw through it but didn't say anything. During her time with Wen Xi, she knew that Wen Xi was a shy girl who couldn't take a joke.

"How did you get here?" Yin Fangfang asked deliberately.

Wen Xi nodded and asked;

"Madam, why is he drinking today? He doesn't usually drink."

"It's your teacher's fault for insisting on drinking with him. Tingchu is a good boy and doesn't usually drink, but I don't know what's wrong with him today. Did you two have a fight? I think he's not in a good mood tonight," Yin Fangfang asked tentatively.

...

Wen Xi was stunned, then waved his hand and said,

"No, don't overthink it, Madam."

"Qiqi, don't protect him. You two are newly married and he went to the United States. If I were in his shoes, I would be angry too. This time it's his fault. Your wife stands by you unconditionally."

Really not.

Wen Xi couldn't explain it clearly.

Upon entering the house, I saw the distinguished man I had met that afternoon slumped over the dining table. His pale skin was flushed, and he looked dazed with intoxication. Two buttons of his collar were undone, revealing his sensual Adam's apple.

"Tingchu, your wife is here. Go back to sleep." Yin Fangfang nudged He Tingchu's shoulder.

He Tingchu struggled to open his eyes, his gaze unfocused, his deep voice hoarse.

"Wife."

What did he call her?

Wife?

Wen Xi's pupils contracted. She couldn't accept this title yet. Every time He Tingchu got drunk, he liked to call her something like "wife".

Wen Xi felt a mix of emotions.

"Oh, my wife is here, teacher, I need to go home."

He Tingchu swayed as he tried to stand up, but his body trembled and he could barely stand. Wen Xi subconsciously supported his lean waist, and his upright figure fell straight onto her shoulder.

It's so heavy.

Wen Xi struggled a little, but still managed to steadily support the man's swaying body.

"Qiqi, his car is parked downstairs. Drive him back." Yin Fangfang gave this instruction but didn't have time to help her.

Yin Fangfang still had things to do.

Zeng Huaiming was also about to give up.

After saying goodbye to her teacher's wife, Wen Xi had no choice but to brace her back against He Tingchu's burning chest as she entered the elevator. Fortunately, she was very strong and could still hold on.

"He Tingchu, you're so heavy. Why are you so tall?" Wen Xi frowned.

"Okay, honey." The man burped.

Wen Xi really wanted to seal his mouth shut with duct tape; this man was truly unbearable to look at when he was drunk.

The elevator arrived. He Tingchu took two steps forward, his steps unsteady. His legs started to move uncontrollably, and he almost tripped. Wen Xi had no choice but to give him a bear hug.

The man's upper body was slightly bent, his burning chest pressing heavily against her, his head resting limply on her shoulder.

"Wife, you look so beautiful today," the man said hoarsely, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

They actually complimented her on her looks; at least they have some discernment. She's been beautiful since she was a child.

Wen Xi's earlobes were so red they seemed to bleed, and he felt as if an electric current was flowing through his heart, making him feel tingly and numb.

"Is your wife only beautiful today?" Wen Xi raised an eyebrow smugly, deliberately tempting him.

"My wife is beautiful every day." The man smiled nonchalantly.

Did this piece of wood and ice get blessed with good luck today?

Wen Xi's eyes crinkled into a smile, as if she had just eaten her favorite strawberry Napoleon, her heart filled with sweetness.

At that moment, He Tingchu staggered half a step, looking as if he was about to fall again.

She had no choice but to wrap her arms around his thin waist to prevent him from falling.

Ah, she hugged He Tingchu.

really?

Wen Xi's heart skipped a beat, and his heart began to beat irregularly.

...

"He Tingchu, stand still," Wen Xi ordered.

But He Tingchu couldn't do it.

Fortunately, his familiar black Bentley was parked right across from the apartment building.

Wen Xi had no choice but to remain in that position, glancing around behind her, and taking one step back to the Bentley. She used all her strength to flip her over, placing her against the car door.

"Where are the car keys?" Wen Xi freed one hand and started rummaging through his body, looking for the keys.

I started by feeling around in the pockets of his shirt; his pectoral muscles were hard and felt nice to the touch, but his shirt didn't have them.

His restless right hand slowly wandered down to his trouser pocket, then, as if acting on its own, touched something it shouldn't. Wen Xi panicked, his hand jerking back as if electrocuted.

"Don't touch me like that," He Tingchu said softly.

Who wants to touch him?

She's an honest person, okay?

Wen Xi's face was burning hot; she took a deep breath.

Finally, she found the car keys in her pocket and unlocked the car.

After some effort, Wen Xi finally managed to tie the person to the passenger seat.

She opened the navigation app, entered "Lanting Pavilion," and found it was 6-7 kilometers from Peking University. Fortunately, it wasn't far, and Wen Xi finally relaxed.

She got her driver's license the year she took the college entrance exam, but her driving experience was "0".

Wen Shiyuan was worried that she wasn't a good driver, so he wouldn't let her drive and always sent a driver to pick her up and drop her off.

Wen Xi has never driven any car other than the one used for the exam. What should he do?

But now, she can no longer carry someone to the gate of Peking University to hail a taxi.

The tension that had just eased was now rising in my throat again.

"He Tingchu, how do I open it?" Wen Xi slapped his cheek angrily, then had no choice but to place her hopes on the drunkard beside her.

He Tingchu slowly opened his eyes; he had been forcibly turned on.

"This is the accelerator and the brake. Press the accelerator lightly to start the car..." He explained the car's operating instructions with great patience.

As expected of a professor, he only explained it three times, and Wen Xi seemed to understand. She gently pressed the accelerator.

The Bentley drove off.

Ten meters ahead, there's a zebra crossing.

"What should I do? Someone is crossing the road..." Wen Xi saw the traffic light turn on and a pedestrian was coming, and she was terrified.

"Wife, step on the brake." He Tingchu's forehead throbbed from being called that. She rubbed her tense temples with her fingertips. Wen Xi's voice seemed to have the function of relieving hangovers.

"Okay." The green light came on, and Wen Xi started the car again, crawling along the busy Beijing Second Ring Road at a speed of less than 20 miles per hour.

A long line of cars formed behind the Bentley, their horns blaring throughout the Second Ring Road of Beijing.

The Toyota behind me overtook me, and when I rolled down my window, I saw a beautiful woman driving. I was initially quite annoyed, but I couldn't help but whistle.

"Hey beautiful, you can't even drive a luxury car? Want me to be your designated driver?"

I was clearly teased.

But Wen Xi kept his eyes straight ahead, focused on driving, and ignored him, not even bothering to roll his eyes at him.

The Toyota owner got excited and walked alongside her.

He Tingchu casually rolled down the car window, a fierce glint flashing in his dark eyes, and coldly raised an international friendship gesture.

Wen Xi had just turned on his right turn signal, and she happened to catch a glimpse of it when she glanced to the side.

The Toyota driver silently rolled up the car window; there was a man inside.

"He Tingchu, did you just give me the middle finger? I saw it... How can you be such a role model for a teacher... I'm going to report you... You scumbag of a refined but degenerate!"

Very well, his wife is threatening to report him.

Hey ~