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

Wen Xi sneered.

The He family certainly knows how to avoid making a losing deal.

It turns out that both she and Kant were merely pawns in the hands of the He family.

I am the fish, and he is the butcher.

Countless sorrows flashed across Wen Xi's eyes.

The man lowered his eyes and spoke inhuman words slowly and deliberately, but his hands did not stop. His warm breath brushed against her skin, and Wen Xi's eyelashes trembled.

He tore off a band-aid and stuck it on the wound.

He opened his palm; inside was a white pill.

"Wen Qiqi, take your medicine." He pressed his fingertip against the pill and put it into her mouth.

The bitter taste of the pill instantly swept over the tip of the tongue.

"What?" He Tingchu opened the thermos cup unhurriedly, pinched her chin, and Wen Xi gulped down the pills in a few mouthfuls.

After swallowing it, Wen Xi remembered to ask him what kind of medicine he had given her, wondering if he was trying to murder her.

"What medicine did you give me?"

"Yuting." The man's voice was cold and clear.

wipe.

Wen Xi was completely overwhelmed, feeling a surge of anger rush to his head, and the absurd scenes from last night resurfaced in his mind.

She was filled with regret. If she had known that the He family had such treacherous intentions, she wouldn't have felt sorry for him last night and would have even offered herself to them.

Indeed, it's true, feeling sorry for a man is deadly.

Wen Xi really wanted to slap himself hard. As a result, he hadn't taken any safety precautions last night, and the incident happened suddenly, leaving him naked.

Fortunately, it was her safe period.

He deserved to take a cold shower all night; he might as well freeze to death.

He sat back in the driver's seat, Wen Xi turned his face away, hugged his knees, his eyes filled with tears, staring blankly out the window like a wooden or clay sculpture.

His heart was being torn apart repeatedly. He leaned over, cupped her face with his slender fingers, forced her to look him in the eye, and his thin lips met hers, their breaths touching.

Wen Xi let him tease her cherry lips, biting her lip and remaining silent.

"Wen Qiqi...how can you vent your anger?" The man's voice was hoarse beyond belief.

How can I release my anger?

She wished she could take a knife and chop up everyone with the surname He, including He Tingchu, hmph.

Wen Xi turned her face away, not wanting to look at him any longer.

Good-looking men are all man-eating devils.

His eyes were heavy, dark as an abyss, as he gazed at her silently, then gripped her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Wen Xi didn't know how she got back to Lanting Pavilion. After arriving home, she wrapped herself in the quilt, as if only in this place could she feel a little safe.

Her head was throbbing, her brain felt like a sticky paste, and the more she thought about it, the worse her headache became.

She locked the door and slept from morning until sunset. The western rays of the setting sun streamed evenly into the window. Wen Xi was awakened by the ringing of the phone; it was Wen Shiyuan calling. The man's voice on the other end of the line trembled.

"Qiqi, you knew all along? Tingchu told you?"

"Dad, how could you sign a performance-based agreement?"

"At that critical juncture, I had no choice but to sign."

"You're gambling with Kant."

"If I hadn't taken this gamble, there would be no Kant now. This bet gave Kant an extra year."

"...But can profits really triple in a year?" Wen Xi asked, his question piercing the soul.

"Dad is confident. Our traditional Chinese medicine and dietary supplements are now very well received abroad. With Tingchu's help, Kangde will be able to pull through. You must have faith in Dad and Tingchu."

"Dad, He Tingchu... his surname is He." Wen Xi asked in a low voice.

"Qiqi, your shoulders are too thin. Dad knows what's good and bad. I can see it clearly. Kangde needs Tingchu right now. As long as Tingchu can save Kangde, I am willing to hand Kangde over to him to manage." Wen Shiyuan had never been so certain before.

Over the past few months, he has witnessed He Tingchu's business acumen and skill, and he feels inferior to him.

He wasn't such a conservative person. Kant didn't necessarily have to be surnamed Wen. Only by entrusting him to capable people could Kant survive.

Survival is more important than anything else.

Kant's 10,000 employees need a strong leader.

He has a high opinion of He Tingchu.

Wen Shiyuan had long known that his only daughter was simple-minded and not interested in business management. She was too weak to shoulder the burden of tens of thousands of people in Kant.

He had been carrying on for over twenty years and was exhausted. He was barely managing to keep Kant alive, and he was always looking for Kant's successor.

"Qiqi, Dad won't allow you to doubt Tingchu's true feelings. He's a good boy... Dad hopes that you can support each other and shoulder Kant's heavy responsibility. Dad is so tired from carrying this burden. Dad is getting old... Qiqi, can you understand Dad?" Wen Shiyuan said, choking with emotion.

Wen Xi felt a pang of sadness. She hung up the phone, and the tears welling up in her eyes finally spilled down her cheeks.

They converged into a thin stream of water, tears falling like rain.

She was twenty-three years old, always living in her own world, obediently studying and indulging in her own desires, never considering the burdens her parents were carrying. She was indeed spoiled; Wen Shiyuan had never expressed any expectations for her, and Xie Chunxi's approach to her education was...

Wen Qiqi is unrestrained and will do whatever she likes, even if she causes trouble.

She's 23, but she seems to be 13, knowing nothing about business management or anything like that.

She was so tired. The backstabbing and scheming in the shopping malls gave her a headache. She just wanted to be a doctor; it was so much easier to wield a scalpel.

Wen Shiyuan is right, her shoulders are too weak. Kant needs He Tingchu, and so does she.

Wen Xi sniffed, turned the doorknob, and saw He Tingchu standing blankly in the doorway, holding a glass of milk.

Wen Xi looked up, and their eyes met; both of them had reddened.

"He Tingchu".

"..." The man stared blankly into her eyes.

"I'm hungry," Wen Xi said angrily.

"...Oh, then I'll go cook for you." A distinct smile appeared on the man's lips.

Wen Xi curled up on the sofa, and Mao Dou obediently lay on her lap, keeping her company as she quietly watched TV.

The coffee table was piled high with all sorts of snacks that Wen Xi loved to eat. Usually, He Tingchu was strict and never allowed her to eat snacks, but this time, he was being generous.

Wen Xi tore open a piece of pork jerky, stuffed one into her mouth, and then stuffed the other into Maodou's mouth. Maodou licked the back of her hand.

He Tingchu was busy in the kitchen with an apron tied around his waist. The light from the ceiling light shone on him, enveloping him in a soft glow. His features were deep and his gaze was cold and profound.

Is He Tingchu a treasure she stumbled upon?

She truly is a woman who can manage Kant in a grand setting and is also a skilled cook in the kitchen.

Wen Xi rested his chin on his hands, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the kitchen. Soon, the aroma of food filled the air, and his stomach began to rumble uncontrollably.

"Wash your hands and eat." The man waved.

Wen Xi went to wash his hands, with Maodou following behind, wagging its tail and running around.

"What are you doing here? You don't need to wash." Wen Xi glared at Maodou.

Maodou barked a few times, as if venting its dissatisfaction.

The meal consisted of four dishes and a soup: matsutake chicken soup, stir-fried pork, steamed grouper, and a beautifully presented stir-fried seafood dish. It was a balanced meal with both meat and vegetables, and the presentation was quite appealing.

"Professor He, you are so capable..." Wen Xi squinted and sniffed, then gave a thumbs up.