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

An unusually large number of students showed up for class that day.

There were even a few familiar faces in the first row. Gu Lianyu took a closer look and realized that those were He Tingchu's prized students.

This large lecture in clinical medicine, a class for second-year undergraduates, had fewer than 100 students in total, yet the 300-seat lecture hall was packed to capacity.

Gu Lianyu cleared his throat.

"When did our academy have so many people?" Gu Lianyu asked curiously.

The students burst into laughter.

"Don't the Physics Department and the Computer Science Department have any classes today?" Gu Lianyu asked jokingly, feigning a relaxed tone.

The students burst into laughter again.

Wen Xi froze, standing in front of the lectern to the right of the podium, looking completely bewildered.

Why are the physics and computer science departments getting involved in a medical school class?

Do these kids understand?

"Think it over, okay? Once you're here, you're not allowed to leave early, or I'll tell Professor He to deduct your credits."

"Okay," everyone said in unison.

Wen Xi finally understood. He was He Tingchu's student, but why was he attending Gu Lianyu's class?

Gu Lianyu began her lesson, occasionally needing Wen Xi to demonstrate the lesson plan.

Wen Xi followed the usual procedure, but whenever she appeared on the stage, she could always feel the intense gazes from the audience sweeping over her.

Some students even pretended to hold their phones, pointing the camera at the podium.

"Don't use your phone in class, or it will be confiscated." Gu Lianyu tapped on the desk.

This class was a combined two-day course with a ten-minute break in between. During the break, Wen Xi rubbed her aching shoulders. Several bold female students had actually walked up to her.

"Hello, Madam. What foundation are you using? It looks so smooth and even."

"Madam, does your blouse have a closure?"

"Madam, your lip gloss looks so nice, what brand is it?..."

"Madam, how did you and our professor meet?... "

"Madam... are you attracted to the professor's looks or...?"

One after another, they called out, "Master's wife."

...

Wen Xi was briefly lost in thought amidst the repeated calls of "Master's wife."

These questions were a bit too presumptuous, and Wen Xi's face showed an unnatural embarrassment.

The girls surrounded her, chattering away. Wen Xi felt a buzzing in her ears, as if countless little bees were flapping their wings at the same time.

Wen Xi seemed to be hallucinating, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the lectern.

"Students from the School of Physics and the School of Software, you've met your professor's wife, are you satisfied now? She can't interfere with the normal teaching of our medical school, or I'll hold He Tingchu accountable," Gu Lianyu said calmly, holding the microphone.

He promptly came to Wen Xi's rescue.

With things brought to this point, hundreds of non-medical students got up and headed for the exit.

"Also, your professor will be angry if anyone posts these photos, so please delete them obediently."

The students reluctantly left with an "Oh," and the classroom returned to silence.

Wen Xi looked up at Gu Lianyu with eyes full of gratitude.

"It's alright," Gu Lianyu said with a forced smile.

The class continued, and everything returned to normal. Finally, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Wen Xi was tidying up the documents in her hands when Gu Lianyu walked to her side.

"Wen Xi, your residency training is about to begin. This week, I've arranged for your senior to come and be my teaching assistant. You should stay home and prepare for the medical license exam. I'll collect the reference materials and have He Tingchu bring them back to you. Of course, if you have any questions, feel free to contact me via WeChat or call me anytime," Gu Lianyu repeatedly instructed.

He realized that this was all He Tingchu's fault.

He Tingchu is too popular at Peking University, and these students who love gossip won't let Wen Xi off the hook.

In order to better protect Wen Xi, Gu Lianyu had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

Wen Xi knew everything. She lowered her eyes and nodded.

After packing her things, she left the lecture hall and bumped into Xia Qing at the door. Xia Qing had dark circles under her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept all night, and her tired face was impossible to hide. Even with makeup, she couldn't conceal the redness around her eyes.

"Wen Xi, can we talk?" Xia Qing's eyes were vacant.

Xia Qing's appearance was quite unexpected, but Wen Xi remembered that she had sweetly cheered for He Tingchu on the tennis court and called him Tingchu, so Wen Xi guessed seven or eight parts of the story.

Could it be He Tingchu's ex or his white moonlight?

Thinking of this, Wen Xi felt uneasy, but remained calm on the surface.

The saying goes, "Even if you lose the battle, you can't lose the moral high ground." The enemy has come right up to her, but Wen Xi is no ordinary person, and she is certainly not someone to be trifled with.

Moreover, strictly speaking, Xia Qing cannot be considered her enemy.

She can start over with He Tingchu, provided they divorce a year later—no, only ten months.

She wasn't so magnanimous as to allow her into their home during their marriage; her pride was worthless.

Even if she doesn't care about saving face, Kant can't.

That would affect Kant's stock price.

Wen Xi nodded.

The two arrived at Mirror Lake near the medical school. The lake surface shimmered with light. They sat on a bench and watched the willow branches gently caress the ripples on the lake. Neither of them knew how to start a conversation.

After a moment of silence, Wen Xi cleared her throat and got straight to the point. She didn't like beating around the bush and had a straightforward personality.

"Professor Xia, you did this for He..."

"Wen Xi, I used to like him." Xia Qing answered quickly, tears welling in her eyes.

Wen Xi chose not to answer and remained silent with her.

"I met him five years ago when he came to Haicheng University to give an academic presentation. We were the same age, but he was my senior... He Tingchu skipped a grade to enter the university..." Xia Qing's eyes were red, as if she were telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

Her face was as calm as water, and her tone was indifferent.

Xia Qing spent half an hour recounting all the entanglements between her and He Tingchu.

Wen Xi listened attentively, even resting her chin on her hand. It must be said that Xia Qing was a very good monologuer.

Her tone was calm and unhurried, making it easy for the listener to empathize. Wen Xi felt as if he had personally witnessed a girl's deep, unspoken love for five whole years.

She even felt that He Tingchu was a real bastard, that this cold-hearted guy had actually let down such a good girl.

Xia Qing worked hard silently to follow him, just so she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. She even gave up her love of art to study the boring subject of physics for him.

She truly deserves her exceptionally high IQ; she managed to earn her PhD from MIT in one go.

That's how she caught the eye of Peking University, which invited her to return to China.

Great!

Wen Xi has hated physics since she was a child. In her eyes, girls who can study physics are truly outstanding.

"I actually came back to China this time to make one last effort, but now... I think it's unnecessary." Xia Qing's voice was choked with emotion.

If Xia Qing is indeed a manipulative woman, then Wen Xi is definitely no match for her.

She even went so far as to take out some tissues from her bag and hand them to her, looking rather silly.

She is simple-minded and loves listening to pure love stories; they are incredibly touching.

Unfortunately, she never experienced what unrequited love was like.

He Tingyou is at most a fan of celebrities.

"I came here today to see you, to find out what kind of girl he likes..."

"Teacher Xia, he and I..." is an arranged marriage.

Wen Xi spoke too quickly, but thankfully she corrected herself in time.

Wen Xi swallowed the last two words.

She couldn't be so foolish as to make medicine for Kangde.

If Xia Qing were to tell anyone about this, it would be a huge problem.

"Wen Xi, actually yesterday wasn't the first time I met you. We met in Haicheng." Xia Qing sniffed.

Have they met?

Wen Xi touched his head, desperately trying to recall Xia Qing's extraordinary face in his mind. Xia Qing-Xia Hao, the two faces gradually overlapped, and they really did look somewhat alike.

"Are you Xia Hao's older sister?"

"Yes, I know you are Kant's little princess." Xia Qing has a straightforward personality.

"Teacher Xia, although you are great, your younger brother is really not that great?" Wen Xi blurted out.

With a soft "pfft," Xia Qing was amused, as if her heart suddenly felt less heavy.

"One last question, how did you two meet?"

"My grandma said the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was He Tingchu." Wen Xi blinked, remembering her grandma's old story.

This should be considered her first meeting with He Tingchu.

...

Xia Qing's pupils contracted... as if she understood everything.

She gave up.

"Wen Xi, I'm going back to Haicheng. Remember to come find me when you get home."

"Hmm." Wen Xi's bright eyes flickered.

"Wen Xi, I have to remind you that He Tingchu's identity is not just that of a teacher. He is also an honorary board member of Peking University and the co-founder of Hanyu Technology. So, Wen Xi, you have to work hard... I believe in you."