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

Sunday rest day

This time, Wen Xi did not run away.

Her stomach started protesting early in the morning; she hadn't eaten much last night, so she opened the refrigerator and began searching for ingredients.

The pampered daughter of the Wen family naturally has mediocre cooking skills, but she can still manage basic millet porridge, ensuring that no one goes hungry.

The millet porridge looked unappetizing after it was cooked. Wen Xi pursed her lips. Even though she was extremely hungry, she still had a basic need for food.

There are still frozen fresh meat wontons in the freezer; they look pretty good. I'm going to make myself a bowl.

"Ouch, it's so hot!" The back of my hand accidentally touched the scalding pot, and I immediately let go.

"Watch out!" He Tingchu's urgent shout came from above. He had appeared in the kitchen without anyone noticing.

He Tingchu pulled her right hand and placed it under running water to cool it down. Wen Xi glanced at him; the man frowned, looking quite fierce.

"It's alright, it doesn't hurt." Wen Xi's eyes were timid as he withdrew his right hand.

"Let me do it." He Tingchu took the spoon from her hand.

"I can do it myself, you can go out." Wen Xi stopped him directly.

Only she knows her taste, and this seasoning is also very important.

Wen Xi is from Haicheng, so his tastes are naturally different from those in Beijing.

Without hesitation, Wen Xi took away his tools again.

She kicked them out.

He Tingchu's gaze fell heavily on her hands, fearing that something might happen to her.

He subconsciously took a step back, but did not intend to leave the kitchen area.

He could only stand awkwardly behind her, Wen Xi's body completely enveloped by his tall figure behind her. The light dimmed, but her attention was focused on the pot, and Wen Xi was completely unaware that He Tingchu was still standing there.

The wontons were cooked, and she methodically ladled them into a porcelain bowl, poured on some broth, and began the seasoning process, which she excelled at. A faint dimple appeared on her face.

"Huh, where's the seaweed?" she muttered to herself.

"Up there." The man's voice snapped down.

Wen Xi was startled and shrank back.

Using his height advantage, he directly opened the cabinet door above her head, took out some seaweed, and handed it to her.

"Oh, thank you." Wen Xi had successfully completed the task, but there was clearly only a small bowl of wontons on the table.

"Only one bowl?"

"I can't eat two bowls."

He Tingchu shuddered. Sigh, he had overestimated her; she was heartless.

The man's lips pressed into a straight line, his dark eyes swirling with emotion.

"And what about me?"

"You drank alcohol last night, so you can't eat greasy food. Here, that pot of millet porridge is for you," Wen Xi readily agreed.

It seems that Wen Qiqi still cares about him; the man's gloomy expression immediately brightened.

"Okay." He Tingchu obediently went to serve the millet porridge.

At the dining table, the two sat facing each other. Wen Xi was enjoying his fresh meat wontons with great relish, the broth so delicious it made his tongue tingle.

Wen Xi subconsciously narrowed his eyes, looking as happy as a kitten eating fish, appearing both soft and adorable.

Seeing that she was eating with relish, He Tingchu lowered his head and drank his porridge.

Bland.

The millet porridge in my mouth had no taste at all.

"It tastes bland." The man pushed the bowl aside, acting inexplicably spoiled.

He ate Western food in the US for a month, but he didn't expect to be "tortured" by Wen Xi again after returning home.

"I'll add some seasoning for you." Wen Xi prepared a packet of pickled vegetables and placed it next to him.

This... is a bit complicated.

He Tingchu sighed softly. Wen Xi, holding a spoon, said something thoughtless.

"Would you like to try some? Just one bite."

Caught off guard, He Tingchu leaned over, his thin lips pressed against the spoon, and he licked it.

Sexy, thin lips are right in front of me.

Wen Xi froze, holding his breath, as the scene from last night replayed in his mind.

Why did he lick her spoon?

That's clearly a foul.

Wen Xi's fair face instantly flushed red.

She panicked immediately and hurriedly pushed the bowl of wontons in her hand forward.

"Um... I'm almost full, you can have the rest."

She didn't want to feed him anymore; her heart was pounding irregularly.

Fortunately, at that moment, a series of frequent ringing sounds suddenly rang out. Wen Xi's phone rang; it was Wen Shiyuan calling.

"Qiqi, Dad has some amazing news for you! Our traditional Chinese medicine preparations have obtained market access qualifications in Japan and South Korea. Our distributors told us that thanks to our initial promotion, the market response has been very good, and coupled with our price advantage, our orders have exploded..."

"Really?" Wen Xi excitedly slapped the table.

"It's absolutely true. Thanks to Tingchu for finding us an agent with HFF qualifications, the first batch of goods has completed import declaration and GMP review... Kangde is saved. Our net profit this year is expected to double, and Kangde's removal from the ST list is just around the corner." (Note: Removing the ST list refers to the removal of the ST designation from the stock price.) On the other end of the phone, Wen Shiyuan said in a booming voice.

"That's great, Dad." Wen Xi's eyes instantly reddened. She raised her bloodshot eyes and stared blankly at the man who was slowly drinking his porridge.

"Alright, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I need to quickly report this amazing news to Tingchu. Also, Qiqi, Dad wants to tell you in advance that I want to recommend Tingchu to be the executive director of Kangde. You won't have any objections, will you? Having a position at Kangde will make it easier for him to manage Kangde better..." Wen Shiyuan asked softly.

He Tingchu's surname is, after all, "He".

Before Wen Shiyuan left Beijing, Wen Xi repeatedly warned his parents that Yufeng's investment in Kangde must have ulterior motives, and that they must be careful.

Even He Tingchu's words cannot be completely trusted.

The business world is rife with deceit and intrigue, and its danger is no less than that of a "battlefield" without gunfire.

...

Wen Xi was momentarily speechless: "Dad, I have no objection, you can make the decision."

"Qiqi, based on my observations over this period of time, your mother and I both believe that Tingchu is genuinely considering Kangde's future. Don't be prejudiced against him just because he's a member of the He family. Okay, I need to call Tingchu right away to report this good news."

Wen Xi seemed to be hallucinating; Wen Shiyuan used the word "report" instead of "share."

What magic does He Tingchu possess that made Wen Shiyuan so obedient to him in just two months?

A seed of unease sprouted in Wen Xi's heart, but when she glanced at the man beside her who was eating her bowl of wontons with a silly grin, her brief suspicion vanished instantly; he really did look dazed.

"He's right next to me, so I let him answer the phone." Wen Xi placed the phone in front of him.

He Tingchu put down his chopsticks, cleared his throat, turned on speakerphone, and spoke:

"dad."

"Tingchu, you and Qiqi are together? That's great. You two should get along well. The distributor has already secured the necessary approvals." Wen Shiyuan repeated what he had just told Wen Xi.

"Dad, we must not let our guard down. We need to observe the market reaction first. We shouldn't rush to expand production. We should have our agents make advance payments, and then use those advance payments to produce. The advance payment ratio should be increased to 50%, because our prices are very competitive compared to local products. In addition, we can also distribute our traditional Chinese medicine decoctions and dietary supplements. Japanese Kampo health preservation is currently experiencing a boom, and we should promote that as well."

"We must remain humble and patient. Our targeted cancer drug is still in Phase III clinical trials. We must not rush things or believe rumors to speed up the approval process. It will take time to obtain NMPA certification for online approval, so we must ensure the injection of funds."

He Tingchu gave a detailed analysis, using professional jargon that Wen Xi couldn't understand at all.

At that moment, she realized that over the years, she had been too well protected by her parents and had only focused on her studies, never having learned about Kant's business modules.

Wen Xi was stunned for a moment. It was clearly her own company, yet she seemed to know nothing about it. She felt extremely ashamed.

"Okay, Tingchu, Dad understands." Professor He began his lecture, and Wen Shiyuan listened quietly on the other end of the phone.

"And Dad, I refuse to serve as the executive director of Kangde. After all, my surname is He, and I have an inextricable relationship with Yufeng. But I can serve as an advisor to Kangde." His tone was calm, and his pupils became even clearer.