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

That was the end of the conversation. He Youjun, Wen Shiyuan, and the others came out.

"Brother Wen, why don't you have dinner before you leave?"

"No, we have other things to attend to. We'll visit another day."

"Why don't you let Qiqi stay at home? Tingyou will be back tonight, and they can spend some time together."

Grandma He held onto Wen Xi's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

Wen Xi glanced at his mother for her opinion.

If you absolutely have to ask her, is she willing or not?

All I can say is, daughters grow up and leave home; she's willing, a hundred percent willing.

"That's not appropriate. Young people have a long future ahead of them," Grandma Wen replied.

"Then, we'll discuss the wedding arrangements later," Bai Xue said.

"Okay." Xie Chunxi nodded and said yes.

The car was ready; it was a black minivan. The Wen family had recently purchased a large apartment near Peking University. Wen Shiyuan was worried that his daughter wouldn't be used to living in the university dormitory, so he thought of buying one for Wen Xi to stay in occasionally.

"Tingchu, please see Grandma Wen and Uncle Wen off."

He Tingchu brought Maodou back this time; he still had things to do at Peking University.

He usually lives in an apartment near Kyoto University and doesn't often stay at the old house.

The van was spacious, and since it was on the way, Wen Xi chose a front window seat.

Xie Chunxi and Grandma Wen sat in the spacious back row.

He Tingchu stepped into the car. The enclosed space was once again filled with the pleasant scent of shaving lotion, which, like He Tingchu himself, exuded composure and self-control.

His gaze was piercing, his cold eyes sweeping over Wen Xi once again, that invisible pressure assaulting Wen Xi's nerves. Wen Xi looked out the window, ignoring him completely.

There are no more seats available in this seven-seater vehicle.

"Tingchu, sit here. I have something to talk to you about." Wen Shiyuan indicated a seat for him, right next to Wen Xi.

Wen Xi had no choice but to pick up her bag from her seat and obediently place it on her lap. He Tingchu nodded and sat down.

awkward!

Why did he send them off?

She felt uncomfortable.

As the car started, Wen Xi looked back, and to hide her embarrassment, she took out her phone and started playing with it, her long eyelashes drooping onto the screen.

The WeChat group was empty; He Tingyou still hadn't replied.

Wen Xi couldn't help but sigh softly, but her mind was not on her phone at all. She didn't want to think about He Tingyou anymore. Wasn't she being too humble?

A message came in about Xiaoman.

【Baby, weren't you supposed to be on a blind date with a big star today? Why are people in the supertopic saying the big star is on set...?】

Xiaoman sent over several photos, providing proof in pictures.

He Tingyou appeared in the camera dressed in ancient style, holding a long sword, looking very heroic and extraordinary.

So handsome~

and many more,

What's going on here?

Does this mean she'll only be able to see her other half on screen from now on?

She's so pitiful.

"Well, we just had a quick meal; he had to go to the film set."

"What the hell is going on? I was abandoned on our first meeting? Where's my eight-meter-long sword?" Xiaoman almost cursed.

Sister, how could you let him leave? That jerk, I'm leaving the group!

Xiaoman's words, though rough, are not without merit; to say that she doesn't mind his departure at all is clearly self-deception.

She was also planning to leave the entertainment industry, but she couldn't resist checking out the super topic section, where she saw tens of thousands of comments.

My husband is so handsome!

Honey, that's clearly fouling!

...

Damn, whose husband is he anyway?

Wen Xi turned off his phone in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The man's deep gaze fell on her profile.

"Seatbelt." A low-frequency voice reached my ear.

"?" Wen Xi glanced at him sideways, their eyes meeting...

He Tingchu pointed to the seatbelt. Oh, she wasn't wearing it.

She tugged at it, but the seatbelt was stuck and wouldn't budge.

He Tingchu unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned forward, his arm strong as he gripped the seatbelt with one hand, and his body radiated heat through the thin fabric.

Wen Xi stiffened his back, his body as if he had been scalded, too frightened to move, his breath caught in his throat, and his heart pounded like a drum.

"Snap!"

"Alright." He Tingchu finished speaking.

"Thank you." She looked up quickly, her palms were sweaty.

Damn, why am I nervous?

Even though he exuded a powerful, unapproachable aura, making him imposing without being angry.

They're hopeless, just like they were ten years ago. Students' fear of teachers is ingrained in their genes.

The man's dark eyes inadvertently swept over the slightly flushed cheeks before quickly looking away.

"Tingchu, the last time Uncle Wen saw you was four years ago in Haicheng, right? I know you helped manage Yufeng for three years, and the profits doubled in just two years. Why did you leave?" Wen Shiyuan had already heard about He Tingchu's situation.

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

Five years ago, He Tingchu caught the Wen family completely off guard.

Wen Shih-yuan lamented that the new generation surpasses the old, and the old generation is swept away and killed on the beach.

"Uncle Wen, I wanted to pursue further studies, so I went abroad to study."

"I heard you switched majors?"

"Yes, I did my undergraduate studies at Peking University, majoring in physics. Later, I went to Stanford for my master's degree in applied mathematics, and then I did my doctorate in artificial intelligence at MIT," He Tingchu readily agreed.

"That's good. Your major is quite different from others. It's good to study more, so I'm letting Qiqi go to school too."

"I heard that you also founded Hanyu? Is that legal? Besides, you're already very busy teaching at Peking University, how can you still manage?" Wen Shiyuan pressed.

Hanyu Technology is a rising star in AI in the past two years, and its strength should not be underestimated. He only found out today that the founder was the junior in front of him - He Tingchu.

"Kyoto University encourages the transformation of scientific and technological achievements and university-enterprise cooperation. Kyoto University is also one of Hanyu's shareholders, mainly providing Hanyu with scientific research support and talent input. We have gone through the relevant review, so it is compliant and legal. In terms of time, I can balance it very well."

Indeed, the younger generation is truly formidable.

Wen Shiyuan couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart.

Wen Xi overheard this and scoffed, "Old man, still showing off."

She and He Tingchu never got close since childhood. He was old-fashioned, conservative, and dignified, with a face that looked even fiercer than Wen Shiyuan's.

"Your grandfather wants you to return to Yufeng, but I heard you don't want to?"

"Uncle Wen, Yufeng can operate just fine without me, but Hanyu can't survive without me."

"Hmm, you have ambition, you have the style of your grandfather back in the day. Uncle Wen has high hopes for you, kid."

Wen Shiyuan repeatedly praised it.

"Tingchu, don't blame your Grandma Wen for being long-winded. Although you're focused on your career, you're not getting any younger, and it's time to settle down!" The elder in the back row muttered a few words.

"...Grandma, I think I should focus on my career for now," He Tingchu said, touching his nose.

The man's pale skin was tinged with an unnatural rosy hue.

Wow, even career-driven people get pressured to get married.

Wen Xi wanted to laugh inwardly, but he quietly turned his shoulder, unable to hide the unintentional upturn of the corners of his lips.

When he turned his shoulder, even though the arc was too large and brushed against He Tingchu's arm, Wen Xi felt his body get burned again. Why was his body temperature so high?

The man's familiar scent wafted in again, and Wen Xi moved further in, creating some distance.

He Tingchu smelled quite nice. She wondered what brand of shaving lotion he used. She wanted to buy some for He Tingyou next time, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

Taking a sneaky look at that face, the profile is striking, a handsome guy indeed. Wen Xi's old habit has resurfaced.

Beautiful things should be appreciated.

Looking at it doesn't constitute a crime.

Damn, now Wen Xi finally understands why Grandma He calls him "He the Great Beauty".

Grandma He held her hand in the afternoon and said,

"When your Aunt Bai was pregnant with him, she always dreamed of beautiful flower buds, and she became more beautiful during her pregnancy, with great skin. Everyone said she was definitely having a girl. As soon as he was born, his face opened up, and his skin was fair and tender. Our whole family thought it was a girl. But the nurse said it was a boy! Your Aunt Bai cried a lot. She said, 'How did my daughter turn into a son?'"

Thinking of this, Wen Xi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

[Congratulations, beautiful lady.]

This title suits him quite well.

Outside the car window, the streetlights were just coming on, casting a dim yellow glow into the car, and a faint light flashed in the deep eyes of the man beside me.

His cool features, softened by the gentle light, exuded a languid air, yet also a powerful aura of aggression. His gaze inadvertently shifted upwards, revealing a well-defined chest beneath his open shirt, radiating the strength and sensuality of a mature man.

He Da Meiren truly lives up to her reputation.

I'm almost thirty, how come I don't have a single wrinkle on my face?

How come she maintains such a good figure?

It looks like they regularly work out.

Wen Xi really wanted to ask him for advice on skincare.

As for fitness, forget it, she doesn't have the energy or spirit for it.

He Tingchu is just too good-looking!

"He, my beautiful lady~" Wen Xi murmured under his intense gaze.

He Tingchu felt a burning gaze fall on his profile, until the words, "Beautiful He," floated lightly into his ears...

"What?" The man glanced at her coldly, then turned to face her.