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

It took Wen Xi a full hour to drive a distance of less than seven kilometers.

When the plaque of Lanting Pavilion came into view, Wen Xi's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Bentley had been registered with the property management in advance. After the tall and imposing security guard gave her a proper bow, the gate was opened.

In the lobby on the basement level, the unit manager and assistants are waiting, creating a strong sense of homecoming ritual in this luxury residence.

This is the prestigious service offered by Lanting Pavilion, ensuring that homeowners always feel at home when they return.

"Professor He, Mrs. He, welcome home." The butler who had previously received her happened to be there. Seeing her supporting the drunken and dazed He Tingchu, he understood most of the situation.

The owner of this penthouse is the most expensive and largest unit in the entire Lanting Pavilion, but his whereabouts are very mysterious, and he rarely comes home.

Last time, He Tingchu called the property management and asked her to pick someone up at the gate. Only then did the housekeeper realize that someone lived there.

"Can you help me support him?" Wen Xi asked for help; her shoulder was about to give out.

A young security guard in a suit and tie quickly stepped forward to support his arm.

"Don't touch me, I'm married," He Tingchu whispered.

The security guard timidly withdrew his hands.

Then, the man's body pressed down heavily on him again, but this time, he seemed less heavy.

He Tingchu wouldn't allow anyone to touch her; he only wanted to "bully" her.

Wen Xi had no choice but to use all her strength to hug his waist and enter the elevator.

Wen Xi had been here once before and knew the room's floor and password. "Ding..." The password lock unlocked successfully, and the smart voice control system in the entryway automatically turned on the lights.

"Welcome home," came the AI's stiff voice.

Wen Xi was finally saved.

She slammed He Tingchu onto the bedroom bed; victory was in sight.

She rubbed her aching shoulders and went to the refrigerator to find a bottle of ice water to drink.

Although He Tingchu doesn't stay at this house often, there are servants who come to clean it regularly.

Everything was in perfect order, and even the refrigerator contained the freshest ingredients, with a full range of varieties.

Ensure that owners who occasionally return home always feel at home.

It's nice to have money.

Wen Xi clicked her tongue twice, feeling exhausted. After downing a bottle of ice water, she felt like she had come back to life.

Just as Wen Xi was about to flee with his bag, a low, hoarse groan came from the half-open bedroom door.

"Water...water...honey, I want some water."

The familiar address was now so familiar to her that she was almost tired of hearing it tonight.

Wen Xi's rock-solid heart seemed to crack open, letting in a ray of light that revealed the softness within.

He's already calling her his wife, so isn't it a bit cold-blooded and heartless to just ignore him like this?

A slight blush appeared on the tips of Wen Xi's ears.

In the entryway, Wen Xi glanced down at the pink slippers on her feet. He Tingchu's taste was truly indescribable.

I didn't expect you to like pink?

Wen Xi returned to the bedroom wearing rabbit-head slippers until she saw the blue slippers on He Tingchu's feet. Could these pink ones be prepared for her?

impossible.

They had a whirlwind marriage, and then he immediately went abroad. He had no idea beforehand that he would marry her.

There's only one answer: these slippers weren't meant for her.

The last time she came, the situation was urgent, and she didn't even notice this detail.

Could it be He Tingchu's ex-girlfriend...?

Wen Xi imagined a grand drama unfolding before his eyes, but upon touching upon the so-called "truth," he froze on the spot.

To be honest, she found it a little hard to accept.

He couldn't accept wearing his ex-girlfriend's slippers.

Although she knew that her marriage with He Tingchu was a sham, she still couldn't accept this stark truth for a while.

Wen Xi felt as if a wet sponge was stuck in her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Water, wife, I want some water." The man in the bedroom was still panting.

Wen Xi suddenly thought she might as well let him "die of thirst." She had already done more than enough and brought him home safely.

Go find his real girlfriend!

Why would I want to marry this fake wife?

At that moment, Wen Xi suddenly realized that the "wife" he was calling out to wasn't her at all.

Maybe she was his ex-girlfriend, and he just mistook her for his former lover.

But it seems he can't just "die of thirst" like this, since they're not divorced yet.

She didn't want to be labeled as "widowed".

Wen Xi's legs seemed to move on their own as he went to the kitchen, made a cup of honey water, and brought it in.

"He Tingchu, get up and drink it all, not a drop left." Wen Xi was already furious when he returned to the master bedroom.

Her tone was very cold, and her eyes looked fierce.

Wen Xi helped him sit up against the headboard and held the honey water to his lips. He Tingchu looked really thirsty; his head was lowered, and his thin lips touched the side of the cup.

"Glug, glug..." He took a big gulp of water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He drank it very quickly and fast; well, he choked on the water.

"Cough, cough..." The man coughed violently.

"Nobody's going to take it from you, what's the rush?" Wen Xi scolded in a low voice, but uncontrollably freed one hand to pat his back.

She was really angry at the time, so she hit the camera a little harder.

He Tingchu almost couldn't breathe, her pale face flushed red, she cupped Wen Xi's small face in her palm, their eyes met.

"Wen Qiqi, look at me, is that not okay?" The man's voice was heavy and hoarse, as if it had been sanded by sandpaper. His tone was low and contained a tense restraint.

He stared quietly at her plain little face, his eyes bloodshot, burning with a scorching flame. His gaze made Wen Xi's blood boil.

She didn't hear wrong, did she?

He called out to Wen Qiqi.

"Wen Qiqi, don't look at other men, look at me, and don't touch other men, touch me, okay?" He Tingchu emphasized again, his not-so-clear vision filled with dark ink, as deep as the desolate moon over the wilderness.

Wen Xi stared at him blankly, her face flushed, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

"Wen Qiqi, I...can I kiss you?" He Tingchu's voice was hoarse.

Wen Xi's breath hitched, his scalp tingling from the faint sound.

She forgot to think.

She must have been bewitched by the "good looks" before her. Relying on her primal instincts, Wen Xi pressed her moist lips to his, lightly kissing the corner of his lips like a dragonfly skimming the water. Just as she was about to pull away...

The man's narrow eyes slowly narrowed, and before him, countless fireworks exploded in an instant, igniting the entire night sky.

He held her head in his hands, running his fingers through her hair, and Wen Xi was enveloped by the man's broad chest.

In an instant, he regained the initiative, his lips pressed tightly against hers, his fingertips pinching her chin, kissing her very gently, almost excessively tenderly.

Wen Xi held her breath, her face flushed crimson, the kiss almost suffocating her.

"He... um..." Wen Xi pushed against his burning chest, only to find that she couldn't move it at all, and her rapid breathing was once again taken away.

He Tingchu wrapped his arms around her waist, gently pulled her onto his lap, unbuttoned her collar, and his warm breath and kisses fell on her shoulders and neck. He lost control... completely lost control.

Her entire soft body was pressed down beneath her.

Wen Xi stiffened and pushed him hard.

"He Tingchu, I don't want to..." Wen Xi whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes uncontrollably.

He Tingchu immediately sobered up and pinched his arm hard.

"I'm sorry, Qiqi, it was me... I was wrong." He Tingchu struggled to get up from her and quickly went to the bathroom to deal with it.

The bedroom returned to silence, and Wen Xi breathed heavily.

Did she just kiss He Tingchu?

And it almost happened...

Wen Xi clutched her heaving chest; she had almost completely succumbed to temptation.

How could this happen?

Wen Xi jumped out of bed with both feet together, and before she could even change her shoes, she ran away in her slippers.