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

And just like that, without warning, she met the man's dark, narrow eyes, unfathomable like an endless vortex that seemed to suck her in.

Wen Xi stared at him, her face flushed, a feeling of indescribable shame spreading through her.

How can you comment on a man's appearance?

This is very disrespectful.

These days, women dislike men objectifying women, and by the same token, men dislike it too.

He deserves a slap in the face.

"We've arrived, Dad," Wen Xi interrupted the man beside him loudly.

What a coincidence, the gate of Yingyue Mansion came into view.

The driver gently applied the brakes, and He Tingchu, with gentlemanly manners, carried the pile of luggage to the entrance of the building.

"It's getting late, so I won't invite Tingchu upstairs. You should go back and rest early," Wen Shiyuan said, patting his shoulder.

He Tingchu was so tall that Wen Shiyuan noticed that even though he was 1.8 meters tall, he had to stand on his tiptoes to show the affection of an elder for a younger person.

"Come visit me again next time. I have many questions I'd like to ask you about business management."

"Uncle Wen, I am too kind to ask for your advice. I will answer whatever I know."

"You young people have so many ideas. We're old and can't keep up with the times. We're destined to be left behind."

"We young people should consult our elders more often so that we can avoid taking detours in the future," He Tingchu said succinctly.

He really is an old man.

Knowing how to please elders, Wen Shiyuan patted him on the shoulder again, his face full of satisfaction and reluctance, like a loving old father looking at his son.

"Let's go. He's not your son, what are you looking at?" Wen Xi grabbed Wen Shiyuan's arm and forcefully separated the two.

He Tingchu stood tall and elegant at the door, his deep gaze watching the Wen family members enter the elevator.

The elevator arrived, and the family was about to enter when Xie Chunxi suddenly remembered something, quickly turned back, and pulled Wen Xi along with her.

"Qiqi, add Tingchu as a friend. It'll be good to have someone to look after you at Peking University. This girl is always a bit unreliable. Tingchu, could you keep an eye on things for us, especially the professors? We'll have to trouble you, Tingchu."

"It's nothing, Aunt Xie, you don't need to be so polite." He Tingchu swiped open her phone first.

"I'll sweep you." Wen Xi had no choice but to bite the bullet and sweep him.

"Beep." It's approved.

"Tingchu, I'm entrusting Qiqi to you~" Xie Chunxi pleaded.

"Okay." A slight smile curved the corners of the man's lips.

-

The housekeeper had already cleaned the house in advance, and dinner had been prepared.

The Wen family was quickly settled in, and the whole family comfortably snuggled on the sofa watching TV.

"Mom, it's so presumptuous of me to add him as a friend!"

"How could I be so presumptuous? After you and Tingyou get married, you'll be family. You can call him 'Big Brother' like Tingyou does. If you need anything at Peking University, just ask Tingchu. Don't be shy. It's good to have someone to look after you. Tingchu seems quite composed. I'll feel more at ease with him looking after me."

"Me, call him 'Big Brother'? That's still far from happening," Wen Xi muttered.

"What's wrong? Everything's already arranged, what, you're not going to agree anymore?"

"I...didn't say I was unwilling." Wen Xi couldn't explain it clearly either.

Is she willing, or is she willing?

The Wen family had traveled from Haicheng to the capital that day, enduring a long and tiring journey. The whole family was exhausted, and Wen Xi changed into his pajamas and lay down on the big bed.

Even though my body was exhausted, I couldn't fall asleep when I closed my eyes.

She listlessly opened her phone, but He Tingyou still hadn't added her as a friend.

She's a girl, so we can't be too forward.

Even in the large group chat, her fiancé didn't say a word.

What's going on here?

Was she a deposed concubine who was banished to the cold palace before even being favored by the emperor?

The phone vibrated a few times abruptly; a message had come in. Wen Xi's eyelashes trembled.

[I've sent you the registration materials, please prepare them in advance.]

It was He Tingchu.

His profile picture was a tranquil black abyss, which truly matched his consistently aloof and solemn style.

It lists in great detail all the materials required for applying to Kyoto University, including a whole range of daily necessities.

He really listens to his elders, but why should he be involved in such trivial matters?

It's not like this is her first time going to school.

She's twenty-three, isn't she?

【Thank you, Tingchu-ge, goodnight.】 She could only reply politely.

Over here, I swiped my phone to see He Tingyou's ancient style makeup and styling for today.

Beautiful, beautiful!

Her husband was dashing and heroic.

Before he knew it, it was 11 p.m., and Wen Xi was still awake. He made a hasty exit to relieve himself, passing by his parents' room. The door was ajar, and he could hear intermittent conversation coming from inside.

"Do you think it's really right for Qiqi to marry the second son? I don't think He Tingyou is interested in our Qiqi."

"That's because he hasn't seen how good our daughter is yet."

"Tell me, aren't we selling our daughter? Yufeng's funds are being injected in installments, and it will take a year to complete the entire investment. This is clearly intentional. If it weren't for this marriage contract, the He family wouldn't have invested... Sigh, I still feel uneasy."

"Don't think about it. Big companies have their own processes, don't overthink it. We just need to wait for the new drug to be launched. I believe we can definitely turn things around."

"To be honest, He Tingchu is really capable. Yufeng will definitely be handed over to him in the future. I really think highly of him. How about we find another son-in-law?" Wen Shiyuan said in a barely audible voice.

"I also like Tingchu. He's good-looking, capable, and has real talent. He's also humble and polite. But my daughter is interested in the second son. There's no reason to force her to drink water."

"That's true, and the age isn't right either; Tingchu is almost thirty."

"Age is not a problem. It's more heartbreaking to see someone older. It's your daughter who's unlucky. I wonder which family's daughter is good enough for the eldest son," Xie Chunxi blurted out.

"That's true~ Sigh, it's just not meant to be. It's your daughter's heart already belongs to someone else."

What?

Do you want to find her a different groom?

What is all this about?

That's incredibly imaginative.

Returning He Tingchu?

too frightening…

At that moment, Wen Xi's mind flashed to He Tingchu's deep-set eyes; describing him as handsome was clearly far from enough.

It's just that her aura is too creepy.

Wen Xi took a deep breath. Luckily, her marriage partner wasn't He Tingchu, otherwise how could she possibly sleep at night?

She tiptoed back to the bedroom, lay down again,

The white gauze curtains were swaying in the night breeze. Wen Xi found a comfortable position, hugged his pillow, and closed his eyes heavily.

My thoughts drifted back to ten years ago.

He and He Tingyou were playing hide-and-seek when she inadvertently hid in He Tingchu's room, opened the wooden door of the storage room, and went inside.

Wen Xi held his breath, only to find that the walls were covered with weapons: long swords, black whips, and toy pistols…

Wen Xi was terrified. Could it be that He Tingchu was a demonic killer?

"Ah." Wen Xi stopped dodging.

For Wen Xi, He Tingchu's room was a den of demons.

However, Wen's father asked He Tingchu to tutor her in math olympiad, saying that she was bad at math.

So, with great reluctance, she was once again invited into her private den of iniquity.

"Wen Qiqi, how did you do this problem? It's so simple, how could you get it wrong?"

Wen Xi opened her hazy eyes. She was wearing a light blue dress and was in He Tingchu's private territory.

The walls were covered in light blue wallpaper, making Wen Xi seem to blend into the light blue sky. The man before him had an excessively bright and cheerful appearance, but the storage room behind him was...

The man in front of me was wearing a beige hooded sweatshirt, with a few strands of hair casually falling across his face. He had deep eyes and striking features.

He has such a pleasing face, but inside he is a complete pervert.

He Tingchu bent his knuckles and flicked her forehead without ceremony.

"pain."

"This problem can be solved using a three-variable linear equation. Assume x, y, and z... You're not allowed to eat dinner until you finish." Twenty-year-old He Tingchu's eyes gleamed with malice.

Despite being only a few years older, her face looked fiercer than her forty-year-old homeroom teacher.

Wen Xi was terrified, her head hanging timidly, her soft, round head resting on the desk, as she complained softly.

"I'm only in the first year of junior high, I don't know how to solve a linear equation with three variables, so why doesn't He Tingyou need tutoring in math olympiads...?"

"He Tingyou's math scores are quite good."

"Waaaah! I don't want you to tutor me, I want He Tingyou to teach me..."

"Do you want He Tingyou to pull your braid?"

"No! Waaah... Brother Tingchu, don't be mean to me. If you're mean to me, my mind goes completely blank! I forget everything I know." Tears streamed down Wen Xi's eyelashes.

"You're so stupid! Don't cry, let me show you how to solve this problem. Let's assume..." The big boy pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, opened his textbook, and his tone became much gentler.

Wen Xi rested her chin on her hand, stopped crying, and stared blankly at the clean-looking boy beside her.

Even his nails were neatly trimmed and tidy. Thirteen-year-old girls are at an age where they yearn for beauty, and Wen Xi was somewhat influenced by his face.

"Brother Tingchu~"

"Um."

Has anyone ever told you that you're actually really good-looking when you're not being fierce?

"..." He Tingchu's lips were pressed into a straight line.

"You're prettier than the flowers in spring, but you're so fierce, I'm so scared! I had nightmares last night, all I could dream about was you...you devil!" Wen Xi stared at him blankly, choking back tears.

"Wen Qiqi, do your homework and concentrate." He Tingchu pinched the bridge of his nose and subconsciously raised his voice.

A soft "whimpering" sound came from under the table. He Tingchu followed the sound.

"Where did it come from?"

"I found a puppy, its mother died. Brother Tingchu, could you please take it in?"

"Throw him out."

"You're not only mean to me, you're mean to it too? It doesn't study advanced math! It doesn't take the college entrance exam! You're so scary, bro, you're a demon!"

....

The little golden puppy curled up in a ball, trembling with fear, and a soft glint flashed in the boy's eyes that no one else noticed.

Wen Xi instantly regained consciousness.

"Edamame, edamame!"

She remembered; Maodou was that little puppy.

Ten years later, it had grown into a giant dog.

No wonder she didn't recognize it.

Wen Xi jolted awake instantly, threw back the covers, and was jolted awake.

Are you crazy? How could she dream of He Tingchu ten years later?