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

He didn't want to say "OK".

But she still nodded. If she couldn't eat meat, even a sip of soup would be fine. Mrs. He was truly cold and heartless.

They wouldn't even give him a sip of soup.

Sure enough, Wen Xi curled up back in his corner, and He Tingchu's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

"Would you like me to rub your tummy? I know how to massage."

"Need not."

"Then I can warm you up."

"Need not."

He Tingchu reached out and pinched her waist without thinking, but Wen Xi reacted like a cat with its fur standing on end, angrily throwing off the covers.

"I told you, don't move. If you cross the line, I'll go sleep in Sister Cai's room."

The man's eyes were listless.

At that moment, he really wanted to smash Sister Cai's bed.

Why buy a bed for Sister Cai?

"Oh." He had no choice but to withdraw his restless hand.

Wen Xi snapped the bedside lamp off. He Tingchu sighed, closed his eyes, and...

The next second, the soft, delicate woman on the other side of the bed pounced on him, quickly pecking his cheek twice before letting go.

"Be a good boy and wait a week." Wen Xi rewarded him.

It turns out that Mrs. He's menstrual cycle lasts for a week.

It's been so long.

That soft, fragrant scent quickly faded, and Wen Xi returned to his territory.

He Tingchu was wide awake. Everything that had happened tonight was replaying in his mind like a movie frame by frame. How could he possibly fall asleep?

I don't know how much time passed; time seemed to stand still, and I could hear the woman's calm, even breathing beside me.

Since Mrs. He wouldn't serve soup, we'll just have to fend for ourselves, as a small consolation.

He licked her face like a lapdog, passionately inhaling her soft fragrance, until Wen Xi let out a soft sigh.

"He Tingchu, you mosquito... I'm not asleep yet."

In the dim light, their eyes met, and He Tingchu's deep features became clearer and clearer in their vision.

-

The following weekend was He Tingchu's birthday.

She was surprised at how quickly time had passed. She consulted Tingting about what gift to give her husband. Tingting said that for a man like her husband who was a winner in life, the gift itself was not important; what mattered was the sentiment.

"Why don't you just take a nice bath and give yourself to him..." Tingting's laughter echoed on the other end of the phone.

"You better be serious... there are examples of what's to come." This is some dirt on Wen Xi.

"Hehehe... That time it was unfortunate, your period was coming, but it won't happen now..." Li Tingting laughed uncontrollably.

"The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment." Wen Xi never wanted to repeat the same mistake again.

Moreover, Bai Xue had told her in advance to keep it a secret from He Tingchu, saying that she was going to celebrate He Tingchu's birthday at the old house. How could she dare to seduce He Tingchu at the old house?

How much courage does she have?

Wen Xi hung up the phone, cursing under his breath.

But this was the first time she had celebrated He Tingchu's birthday since their marriage, and given that He Tingchu had helped Kang De, it would be unreasonable for Wen Xi not to prepare a gift.

She specially ordered custom-made cufflinks, which were finally completed before He Tingchu's birthday. Wen Xi spent a huge sum of money on this.

Around 5 p.m., Bai Xue called Uncle Wang to pick her up. Remembering Bai Xue's instructions, she didn't tell He Tingchu beforehand that she had gone to the old house.

He Tingchu resumed classes soon after the school's investigation results came out: Wen Xi was admitted to Peking University based on merit with passing grades, and there was no foul play involved.

Furthermore, He Tingchu's background is completely clean and there is no information available for investigation.

He Tingchu was at Peking University that day.

He had just returned to his office when Gu Lianyu knocked on the door and came in.

"These are the materials I gave to Wen Xi. Take them back to her." Gu Lianyu placed a stack of teaching materials on his table.

"oh."

"What? Not even a thank you? Is this how you treat your wife's mentor? You should address me respectfully as 'Teacher' now. He Tingchu, call me that. Master, please accept my bow." Gu Lianyu only dared to take advantage of him verbally.

"Get lost." He Tingchu kicked him in the leg without any politeness.

"Damn it, He Tingchu... just you wait, I'll have my good disciple avenge me, I'll exaggerate the story." Gu Lianyu frowned.

"Tell me? You dare! Do you want me to send Xia Qing a nude photo of you when you were eight years old with your bare bottom exposed?" He Tingchu's dark eyes surged.

"Damn... He Tingchu, you're ruthless. If you dare to post that, I'll send the picture of you in diapers to Wen Xi..."

Come on, let's hurt each other.

He Tingchu's face darkened, and Gu Lianyu stopped teasing him.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore, brother. Happy birthday. I won't drink with you today. I know you're going back to find your wife." Gu Lianyu said, then closed the door and left.

He Tingchu glanced down at his watch. It was 5:30, and he left work on time that day.

In a good mood.

On her thirtieth birthday, He Tingchu was finally no longer alone.

When he returned home carrying large bags and small packages, the house was empty.

In the study, the desk lamp was still on, the book "Anatomy" lay quietly on the desk, and the water in the glass next to it was still warm.

It seems Wen Xigang was just reading here.

He dialed the number directly.

"Mrs. He, where are you?"

"Oh, I'm at the old house. Mom said she wants to celebrate your birthday. Have you finished class yet? I just got off the bus."

"Wait for me, I'll come pick you up right away." The man's voice was very urgent.

-

Wen Xi was led to the living room by a maid, where Grandpa He and He Youjun were both present.

"Qiqi is here..." Grandpa He said with a big smile on his face.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom..." Wen Xi greeted them obediently one by one.

Actually, she didn't like coming to the old house. Last time, she witnessed He Tingyou being carried into the secret room by a tall bodyguard. The thought of He Tingchu being a frequent visitor to the secret room made Wen Xi feel uneasy.

From then on, she hated the old house.

But it's all He Youjun's fault; Grandma He and Bai Xue are innocent.

Logically and emotionally, she is He Tingchu's wife, the daughter-in-law of the He family, and it is not her place to act presumptuously.

"Qiqi, you chat with Grandma for a while, I'll go check on the food in the kitchen." Bai Xue patted her shoulder and went to the kitchen to keep an eye on things.

Tonight is He Tingchu's birthday; she hasn't celebrated her son's birthday for many years.

He Tingchu was sent to the army for training from a young age, and with his later studies and going abroad, Bai Xue felt indebted to her eldest son.

This was a rare opportunity for her to make up for what she had failed as a mother, and she wouldn't allow any problems to arise in any aspect.

"Qiqi, come here and play chess with Grandpa," Grandpa He said first.

Grandma He nodded, and Wen Xi had no choice but to go to the chess room. On the chessboard was a set of fine black and white warm jade chess pieces made of mutton fat white jade, which felt warm to the touch.

It looks quite valuable.

As the daughter of the Wen family, her chess skills were quite good; Xie Chunxi had hired a renowned teacher to personally instruct her. Playing white, she quickly and decisively defeated her opponent.

He Youjun, who was watching from the sidelines, did not look too good.

"Grandpa, it seems I've won." Wen Xi placed his last piece, a faint smile on his face.

"Wonderful... I never thought that after playing chess for half my life, I would lose to a little girl like you..." Grandpa He's hearty laughter echoed.

"Qiqi, Grandpa is an old man. Next time, you should give way to him... Think of the bigger picture... Young people should never be so competitive." He Youjun rarely spoke up.

"Hey, I just love the energy in Qiqi." Grandpa He said dismissively.

At that moment, He Tingchu pushed open the door and strode in, looking quite unapproachable, his dark eyes sweeping over her.

"Why should I let my wife win? Why should I let her win a game she can win!" He Tingchu held her hand, palm to palm, and pulled her into his arms with an air of dominance.