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

The Maybach drove into the underground garage, and when Wen Xi swaggered into the hall carrying the skeleton, the two butlers at the door were still startled.

In their eyes, He Tai, who looked delicate, seemed like a very difficult person to mess with.

Wen Xi walked briskly ahead, followed by He Tingchu, who was pushing three suitcases with her head down and a canvas bag hanging around her neck. She gave off the feeling of a young lady going out with a servant who looked ashen-faced.

"Mr. He, do you need our help?"

"Don't help him," Wen Xi turned around and answered for him.

He brought this on himself.

The housekeepers obediently returned to their work at the bar.

Wen Xi entered the password with a strong sense of ownership, while He Tingchu lowered his head and went in.

"Move it in." Wen Xi only needed to move his finger.

"Servant He" then consciously moved her luggage into the master bedroom.

What a domineering usurper!

Wen Xi placed the horrifying human skeleton in his private study without any hesitation, and it was about to stand next to his wall of bookshelves.

She opened her suitcase and took out all the country-style quilts and pillows, then threw them onto the sofa.

"I'm giving it to you as a gift, you're welcome."

The master bedroom door slammed shut with a loud bang. He Tingchu pressed his ear to the door and heard rustling footsteps coming from inside. Wen Xi was tidying up the room.

He didn't like the dark gray sheets and duvet cover, so he changed them all.

Her clothes had to be put in the largest wardrobe and hung up neatly, while He Tingchu's suits and shirts were stuffed aside.

Skincare products naturally sit on his desk, while his "General Theory of Relativity" and other miscellaneous items like his computer are moved aside.

He insisted on kidnapping her, so she shouldn't blame him for being impolite.

...

After tidying up, Wen Xi breathed a sigh of relief. Her dazzling array of belongings almost took over He Tingchu's entire room.

She clapped her hands, stroked her chin thoughtfully, and looked quite accomplished.

It must be said that He Tingchu's room was much more comfortable than a hotel room.

She slumped into the bed, finding the mattress incredibly comfortable, as if she were sleeping on a cloud. She wanted to get the same mattress for her home in Haicheng. Wen Xi glanced at the mattress brand and her eyes were fixed on it.

Wen Xi clicked his tongue a few times. This old man really knows how to enjoy life, actually buying such an expensive mattress!

After taking a good look around, it was almost one o'clock. She yawned widely, grabbed her pajamas, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

-

He Tingchu paced back and forth at the door. Half an hour passed, and the sounds from inside the room disappeared. Could it be that they were asleep?

However, he hadn't washed up yet; all his things were in the master bedroom.

That heartless little brat.

They didn't care at all whether he lived or died?

He Tingchu felt a tightness in his chest.

The phone on the coffee table vibrated a few times abruptly. His mother-in-law was still providing support in Haicheng, a thousand miles away.

"How is it, Tingchu?"

"Mom, I've been kicked out of my room."

"This Wen Qiqi, just wait and see how I deal with her. Tingchu, um, don't blame me for being nosy, ...sometimes a man has to take the initiative." Xie Chunxi chuckled.

"I have no room to maneuver; she locked the door," He Tingchu said with a wry smile.

"Where's the key? Just open it... Mom has some information for you: do you know what Wen Qiqi likes most?"

"What?"

"handsome guy!"

"Tingchu, there's a saying: 'As long as you have face, you have the country,' understand?"

Unexpectedly, his mother-in-law was a true trendsetter.

-

After taking a shower, Wen Xi changed into a cute pink camisole nightgown and came out of the bathroom. She had a matching towel wrapped around her head and looked up to see a man with silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, holding a boring English book and leaning lazily against the headboard reading.

His expression was focused, and his aura was powerful, as if Wen Xi were a wisp of air that could be disregarded.

This highlights his status as the master.

Wen Xi glanced at the open door and her heart skipped a beat.

How did he get in? She had clearly locked the door.

"You actually kicked the door down..." Wen Xi subconsciously took a deep breath.

I hope this man doesn't have any tendency towards domestic violence.

"I'm not that stupid...kicking the door? My feet would hurt." The man raised his eyes indifferently.

His deep black eyes fixed on the bruise beneath her tank top. His heart skipped a beat, and he gently pulled her wrist towards him. Wen Xi lost her balance and unexpectedly landed on his lap.

"What..." Wen Xi was so frightened that her face turned pale and her body jerked slightly.

"Don't move, let me apply the medicine." A strong arm grabbed her waist and held her tightly, his firm chest locking her in his arms.

Wen Xi's breath hitched, and his cheeks instantly turned completely red.

The man's head was bowed, his rough fingertips covered in ointment, which he brushed against the bruise on her chest like a feather. A deep voice escaped from the depths of his throat.

"Does it still hurt?"

The voice had her hair stand on end and her whole body felt numb with pleasure.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

"I'm sorry, I was distracted when I heard that guy call you by your nickname today, and I didn't pay attention to the force I used. How... how did he know your nickname?" The man's voice was like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Oh, once my grandma called me on video, and the teacher happened to be there," Wen Xi explained for some reason.

"That won't do either," He Tingchu said domineeringly.

Suddenly, He Tingchu leaned down, his warm, moist breath landing on the bruise. Wen Xi's body froze completely.

"Blowing on it will make it stop hurting..."

She recoiled from the instinctive ticklish sensation,

My mind felt like a sticky, bloated ball of cream, and my spine and scalp were numb. All the estrangement and indifference I had accumulated before collapsed completely.

"Wen Qiqi..."

"Um…"

"Wen Qiqi, can I sleep in the bedroom?"

"I...no..." Before she could finish the last word, her breath was taken away again.

"The living room is really cold." He Tingchu released her lips and rubbed his forehead against her slightly red nose.

"Well... whatever you want. After all, it's your house, and I... have no right to make decisions." Wen Xi's voice was barely audible.

My brain is completely fogged up...

"Who said you can make decisions for me?" He Tingchu chuckled, his breath falling on the bruise once more.

...

When Wen Xi lay in bed, her mind was still a complete mess. He Tingchu was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the sound of running water could be heard. Wen Xi's face was burning hot, but her heart was pounding wildly.

Why did you agree to let him sleep in the master bedroom?

Are you crazy...?

Could it be that she was bewitched by that face?

Wen Xi, you're really useless!

Wen Xi patted his burning cheeks, regaining control of his heart. Forget it, it's not like we haven't slept together before.

You're already familiar with the route, so there's no need to be nervous.

Wen Xi tried to hypnotize herself, saying that she had only been briefly seduced by that enchanting face.

Just close your eyes and go to sleep. She'll buy him a bed tomorrow.

After all, her things have been moved into the master bedroom, and it would be quite troublesome to move them again.

He must sleep in the second bedroom.

As Wen Xi was struggling with his thoughts, a sound came from inside the bathroom.

"Wen Qiqi, could you get my underwear for me?"