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

Meeting the man's dark, narrow eyes, an indescribable sense of shame quickly spread through her.

Just minutes earlier, she had reasonably suspected He Tingchu of having ulterior motives towards Kant.

The slap in the face came too quickly.

She felt as if she had been stripped naked and publicly whipped; her narrow-minded thoughts were nowhere to be hidden in front of He Tingchu.

Wen Xi avoided eye contact, not daring to meet his gaze.

The call finally ended, and He Tingchu handed the phone to her. As her fingertips touched it, a tingling, electric current surged through her. Wen Xi quickly withdrew her hand and hurriedly ran back to her bedroom to change her clothes.

At this moment, she couldn't bear to look directly into He Tingchu's overly clear eyes.

It turns out she was being petty.

"Um, Professor He, I have something to attend to, I'll be going now," Wen Xi said hesitantly.

She picked up her bag and pushed open the door.

He Tingchu was tidying up in the kitchen at that time. Before he could react, he caught a glimpse of Wen Xi disappearing into the entrance hall like a gust of wind.

"Wait..." Before she could finish speaking...

With a "bang," I heard the dull sound of the door closing.

He Tingchu lost all interest in washing the dishes and hurriedly grabbed her car keys to chase after them.

She jogged out of Lanting Pavilion and had just reached the exit of the residential area.

The black Maybach caught up, and He Tingchu slammed on the brakes, the Maybach coming to a powerful stop across the entrance.

"Why are you running away!" He Tingchu gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"I...no..." Wen Xi hurriedly waved her hand, feeling extremely guilty.

"Get in the car."

"No need to trouble yourself, I've already called a car."

"Then cancel it!" He Tingchuyou raised her voice.

He rubbed his furrowed brow, his face looking rather fierce.

Wen Xi's shoulders trembled slightly, but he still obediently opened the back door and was about to get in.

He Tingchu unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and slammed the rear door shut.

"Am I your driver?" He Tingchu looked genuinely angry.

"Oh." Wen Xi timidly withdrew her feet, ran to the passenger seat and sat down, obediently fastening the seatbelt.

He Tingchu put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down, letting out a soft sigh.

He didn't understand!

Why was it that after he finished talking to Wen Shiyuan on the phone, when Wen Xi saw him, he looked like a mouse seeing the Black Cat Sheriff, terrified?

Why is his wife afraid of him?

Didn't we make up for it last night?

Does he look that fierce?

-

The car rejoined the traffic. In the enclosed space, the air seemed to stagnate. Wen Xi dug her fingertips into her palm, while the man in the driver's seat, with a gloomy face, exuded an invisible pressure.

Students' fear of teachers is ingrained in their genes.

The atmosphere inside the car was suffocating at times.

At that moment, there was a car accident ahead. He slammed on the brakes, and Wen Xi's body involuntarily leaned forward. Almost instinctively, the man's arm crossed in front of her chest, his palm gently touching a place he shouldn't have.

Wen Xi's face instantly flushed crimson.

It was just an accident. Wen Xi was actually fine; it's not like she'd never been on a roller coaster before.

But when He Tingchu instinctively reached out his arm, Wen Xi instinctively flinched away. For a moment, she thought he was going to hit her; their skin was pressed together by the thin fabric.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." The man quickly withdrew his strong arm.

It must be said, the touch was quite nice. A sudden electric current surged through him, and the man's ear tips turned red. In a panic, both of them turned their faces to look at the monotonous landscape trees outside the window. The car was quiet.

After a long pause, the man broke the damned silence.

"Afraid of me?" He Tingchu glanced sideways.

"You...you're...being mean to me," Wen Xi whispered.

"When did I ever yell at you?" he said, expressing his disagreement.

"Just now, you parked your car at the entrance. If I hadn't reacted quickly, you might have hit me." Wen Xi had a feeling of going all out.

Anyway, since I was in his car, I felt like a fish on a chopping block, completely at his mercy, ready to be slaughtered either way.

"I'll hit you? What good will that do me? I'd be ruined for murdering my wife! I'm not that stupid. Why would I go to jail to work as a sewing machine operator and eat peanuts instead of living a good life? Even if I really wanted to do something to you, I could do it without anyone knowing. Have you ever heard of those sewer dismemberment cases? The police couldn't solve them for months. My IQ is way higher than that damn old man's, right?" He Tingchu was both angry and amused.

He repeatedly rubbed his temples, which were throbbing incessantly.

"See? You've said what's on your mind. You've got ulterior motives towards me. I'm calling the police." Wen Xi said this nonsense with a straight face.

She actually wanted to laugh inside, wondering why she would say something so stupid, but she couldn't lose a verbal battle, so she tried her best to suppress her laughter, almost causing internal injuries.

Ouch, my stomach hurts so much.

"I was angry with you because you ran away... Wen Qiqi, why did you run away?"

"My legs are long enough to run, can't I?"

"Wen Qiqi, speak properly."

...

Wen Xi was instantly startled, and guiltily glanced at his cold face.

"I ran away because I felt guilty. I suspected that you had impure thoughts about Kant, and even when my dad said he would make you the executive director, you turned it down... He Tingchu, I'm sorry, okay? It was my petty thinking."

Wen Xi mustered her courage and spoke her mind. Her eyes were red like a rabbit's, and she looked both aggrieved and guilty.

"Pfft." He Tingchu couldn't help but chuckle.

Wen Qiqi, how can you be so cute?

If he couldn't even see through Mrs. He's little scheme, He Tingchu would doubt how he even got into high school.

"Wen Qiqi, how can you be so cute?" He Tingchu's concealment vanished, replaced by a bright and cheerful mood.

"So, all those words I said on our wedding night were for nothing?" He Tingchu raised his eyes, his dark pupils like a deep, unfathomable pool.

"I...I thought you were...trying to fool me." Wen Xizhen felt utterly ashamed.

He has explained it, more than once.

But she was only half convinced.

"You think I married you to steal Kant? Because my last name is Herbert."

Is this man a mind reader?

"Mrs. He - great, keep it up! You must be equally suspicious of everyone with the surname He, including me, except for my mother and grandmother, who don't have the surname He." He Tingchu drove with one hand, and still had his right hand free to tuck the stray hairs from her temple behind her ear.

Wen Xi glanced at him sideways, a complex light flickering in her eyes.

-

When they were almost at Peking University, Wen Xi asked He Tingchu to drop her off at the intersection, and then she secretly got out of the car.

"Goodbye, Professor He," Wen Xi said before running away.

She felt like a fish returning to the sea, surrounded by the air of freedom.

It was Sunday, and she couldn't be happier.

When passing by the nearby vegetable market, Wen Xi suddenly remembered that Gu Lianyu had mentioned her anatomical skills and asked her to buy a piece of pork to practice suturing.

Then let's do it today, no sooner said than done.

When she carried the pork back to the dormitory, the dormitory was empty. As was her usual habit, her roommates would stay out overnight on weekends.

Tonight is a rare moment of solitude for her. She enjoys being alone, as it allows her to calm down and express herself freely.

She had just placed the pork on the laundry counter when Gu Lianyu called, informing her that the academy had a 1:1 scale human skeleton that was being disposed of due to its age. Wen Xi quickly replied...

"No, teacher, can I have it?"

The answer was yes.

Wen Xi changed into a sporty light gray suit and headed to the college office.

In the college office.

Her senior was finishing up when she explained why she had come. He asked with concern,

"Can you carry it? It's taller than you."

"No problem, I'm strong." Wen Xi rolled up his sleeves.

The senior brother smiled and helped carry the human skeleton on her shoulders.

So, in front of everyone, she ignored the surprised looks of the crowd and swaggered out of the medical school building carrying "it".