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

He Tingyou was not in the mood for the meal; he had no desire to see He Tingchu and Wen Xi showing affection in front of him.

The two held hands tightly the entire time, and he really wanted to personally tear off the mask of this loving couple.

What are you pretending for?

Could it be that they've become inseparable in less than three months?

They're so deeply in love they're practically dying for each other?

Who are they putting on this for?!

He was clearly acting, but he acted even better than this award-winning actor.

He remained silent throughout, and while everyone else was offering kind words to wish Tingchu a happy birthday, he kept a cold expression on his face.

His own brother personally poached his girlfriend and even had him blacklisted.

No wonder he's in a bad mood.

What kind of brother is this? He's more like an enemy.

The controversy surrounding his alleged infidelity with Zhou Yi has remained high, with many haters turning his profile picture into funny memes, and even his former friends making fun of him.

Why would a perfectly good young master of the He family choose to suffer in the entertainment industry?

He also had his own unspeakable suffering.

He hated Zhou Yi, that troublemaker. If it weren't for her insisting that he attend the Paris International Film Festival with her, Wen Xi would already be his wife, and He Tingchu wouldn't even be a part of it.

It's all his fault, but what's the point of saying all this now?

At the dinner table, he watched the man and woman across from him holding hands tightly, and a dull pain shot through his heart, piercing him to the core.

So, he was the real fool?

He Tingyou's eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his gaze, his chest filled with a heavy bitterness.

"Tingyou, what are you thinking?" He Tingchen reminded him again.

He Tingyou remained silent. None of the He family knew that the man in front of them was the boss behind 7UP. He coughed deliberately.

"Big brother, what do you think?"

He Tingchu ignored his question, his thin lips brushing against the ear of the woman beside him, and asked softly,

"Mrs. He...is the soup good?"

Wen Xi was stirring the papaya and snow frog soup that was specially made for her in front of her with a spoon.

Bai Xue said she specially asked Wang Ma to stew it for her, saying that she was too thin and needed to take care of her health.

"It looks good, would you like to try some?" Wen Xi said casually.

"I'll drink if you feed me." He Tingchu rested his cheek on his left hand, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a lazy expression.

"You don't have hands?" Wen Xi rolled his eyes and glared at him.

"My hands are busy..." He clenched his right hand a little tighter.

"Oh dear, Tingchu, your wife won't run away... Grandma has goosebumps all over, I'm so full of dog food." Grandma He's wrinkles gradually smoothed out.

"I didn't realize you'd inherited my skills, unlike your old man who's as hard as a rock," Grandpa He laughed heartily.

Everyone burst out laughing. Wen Xi's face burned, and with her eyelashes drooping, she gave him a light, embarrassed kick.

She finally broke free from his "clutches," holding the bowl in both hands, almost burying her entire blushing face in it.

The shameless and brazen He Tingchu was simply unbearable to look at.

Everyone present couldn't help but look on.

"Feed me a bite." The man's thin lips came closer.

This is never going to end...

The blush on Wen Xi's face deepened.

What's wrong with this man today?

He was quite ill.

Desperate to shut him up, Wen Xi could only bring the soup spoon to his lips.

"Drink up, and don't talk." Wen Xi's eyes darted around.

He Tingchu opened his mouth and drank with great relish.

"He Tingchu, how can you drink Qiqi's soup... Mom specially made it for Qiqi... not for you." Before Bai Xue could finish speaking, the whole bowl of papaya and snow frog soup had already been swallowed by him.

Across from him, He Tingyou's face was ashen, like a wilted eggplant. He interrupted.

"Second brother, could you please recommend a couple of places? I'd like to go to Xingsheng."

"What about the 7UP contract?" He Tingchen didn't want to watch the two of them showing off their affection any longer.

"I'll terminate the contract," He Tingyou said, deliberately provoking him.

He Tingchu seemed lost in thought and didn't respond, as if all his thoughts were on the crab in front of him.

He was helping his wife prepare crab leg meat. His long, slender fingers were very attractive. He methodically placed the cleaned crab meat on a plate and pushed it in front of Wen Xi. He then took the towel handed to him by the maid and slowly wiped his hands clean.

"It's not impossible for you to go to Xingsheng now, but you'll need to compensate Qixi 500 million. If Xingsheng is willing to pay the penalty for breach of contract, I think the owner of Qixi will be very happy." He Tingchu stared straight at his wife, leaning back lazily in his chair, still maintaining his aristocratic demeanor. He didn't want to talk to her.

But He Tingyou is just so clueless.

...

He Tingyou's face was ashen, and suddenly, he slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Big brother, you're actually asking me to pay 500 million? Are you even my real brother? I'm in this situation because of you...wasn't it you who leaked my photos?"

...

As soon as He Tingyou said this, dozens of pairs of dark eyes in the room fixed on him, and the originally noisy restaurant suddenly became quiet.

After a long pause, the old man's voice boomed like a bell.

"He Tingyou, what does your mess have to do with your older brother?" the old man asked sternly.

"Grandpa, who do you think signed me? It was my brother. Seven Up Pictures is a company that my brother secretly set up a few years ago, and Seven Up Agency is also part of the same company." He Tingyou pleaded for help, looking aggrieved.

"Tingchu, what's going on?" Bai Xue's pupils shrank, and she asked hurriedly.

...

Wen Xi glanced at him sideways, and at that moment, she was truly worried for him.

Why did you have to provoke He Tingyou?

This is called a cornered dog jumping over the wall.

It even bit its owner.

He Tingchu squeezed her palm, signaling her not to panic.

"Seven Up's surname is indeed He. Does anyone have any questions?" He casually raised his eyes, wiped his hands, and threw the handkerchief aside, thus laying everything bare.

He Youjun's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Good heavens, his eldest son not only owns Hanyu Technology, but is also one of the top entertainment industry tycoons in China.

Across from him, He Tingchen's knuckles were white as he gripped the wine glass, the red liquid inside swirling slightly.

He had recently been considering entering the film and television industry and had just started contacting Xingsheng. Little did he know that He Tingchu had already laid out his plans several years ago.

In fact, its scale is more than ten times that of its heyday.

...

The atmosphere at the table became tense, and everyone fell silent. Wen Xi's heart sank. This was bad. What if He Tingchu was dragged into the detention room by the tall bodyguard?

A bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, and her palms clenched tightly around He Tingchu's knuckles, trembling slightly with fear.

...

He Tingchu glanced at her sideways, their eyes met, and Wen Xi's eyes filled with tears. He Tingchu's heart felt as if it had been stabbed.

Wen Qiqi, that fool.

He is no longer the helpless, naive college student he was ten years ago.

I really wanted to hold her in my arms and comfort her, but this is an old house, not Lanting Pavilion.

...

He Tingchu could only comfort her with his palm.

"What's the problem? Seven Up's surname is He, this is great news! Yu Feng has never been involved in the entertainment industry before, this is a new sector, it's wonderful! You kid, you even held back a trick for me." The old man clapped his hands with a look of satisfaction.

Seeing the old man's expression, He Youjin, sitting opposite him, flattered him.

"With Tingchu's 7UP around, Yufeng has been thriving in the industry ever since. Tingchu is truly amazing," He Youjin exclaimed enthusiastically.

He Youjin gestured to He Tingchen not to show any displeasure, lest he upset the old man.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be investing in the entertainment industry so early. I'd like to toast you." He Tingchen raised his glass from a distance.

He Tingchu ignored him, not even lifting his eyelids, his eyes filled with coldness.

To cover his embarrassment, He Tingchen gently swirled his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The man's deep gaze shifted from He Tingchen's face, his dark eyes swirling as he glared at He Tingyou opposite him, his voice sharp and stern:

"He Tingyou, if you have any problems, come talk to me privately. Clean up your own mess, or don't blame me for being... heartless."

He Tingyou knew he had gotten himself into trouble. At this critical juncture, he had actually offended the big boss behind him, so he could only lower his head timidly.

"We've eaten and drunk our fill, can we leave now, Mr. He?"

"Tingchu, we haven't eaten the cake yet!" Bai Xue hurriedly stood up, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Mrs. He, let's go home." He Tingchu said, leaning on the table.

When I got up, my body trembled uncontrollably.

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and his whole body felt hot. A faint blush, barely noticeable to others, spread across the man's pale skin.

The next second, his consciousness collapsed, and he could no longer hold on. His tall body swayed and leaned against Wen Xi's thin shoulder.

"He Tingchu, what's wrong?" Wen Xi supported his body and subconsciously held his waist.

"I suddenly feel really dizzy," He Tingchu murmured in her ear.

The man's hot breath landed on her face, his eyes burning as if they could pierce through her body. Wen Xi's earlobe felt a sting, and her pupils contracted. This rogue.

He Tingchu got drunk again.

"Qiqi, Tingchu must be drunk. Help him upstairs to rest." Grandma He winked at Bai Xue.

Bai Xue stared at the empty bowl of papaya and snow frog soup on the table, and then it dawned on her.

"Yes, Qiqi, don't go back tonight, just stay at home. It's getting late, you and Tingchu should go upstairs and get some rest."

He Youjun looked flustered, and He Tingchen felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Brother, it's getting late, so we'll take our leave now." He Youjin stood up.

He Youjun saw the three members of the second family into the car. Before the car started, He Tingchen looked at the old house that was shrouded in night through the car window, his eyes filled with gloom.

"Dad, what do you think would happen if I married Wen Xi?"

...

He Youjin and his wife were stunned by this abrupt statement.

"No assumptions, I won't allow you to act recklessly."

"Dad, don't I have the surname He? Why does Yufeng have to be the eldest brother's?"

"You brat, I've been secretly working on your behalf for the past few years. As for Yu Feng, that depends on whether you have the ability to do so." He Youjin's words left the matter at hand.

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