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

Wen Xi finally asked the question that had been lingering in her mind.

So that's what it is.

He Tingchu felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders, and his thin lips once again wantonly sucked on the soft, fragrant woman in his arms.

"Speak quickly." Wen Xi pushed his face.

"If you want to take the class, you should pay the consultation fee first. I'll take it myself."

The man gripped her waist with his palm, inhaling rapidly. Soon, their teeth broke, their tongues touched, and they exchanged breaths.

It must be said that Professor He's kissing skills have improved again.

The top student really does learn everything quickly; he not only learns things on his own but also integrates and applies them.

Theory and practice should be combined.

This was already flawless compared to their first kiss.

Soon, Wen Xi's fragile nerves were aroused, and his blood was about to gush out.

"Mmm...mmm...will you tell me or not?" Wen Xi bit down hard with her pearly teeth.

"You're being indecent," Wen Xi said with a slight sneer.

The man tried to calm his racing emotions. He repeatedly told himself that he wouldn't tease her for the next few days. Last night, the little crybaby under him, who was both crying and angry, had made him very anxious.

The crybaby is the most vengeful.

So he was grateful to Wen Xi for kicking him out tonight, as it would sever the most unbearable desires in his heart.

But Wen Qiqi just happened to show up again; he can't resist any temptation now.

If we can't do anything else, at least we can kiss, right?

Now we can't even kiss anymore?

It's already past 1 a.m., and he's still teaching his wife.

He didn't want to go to class at all; it was so annoying.

He rubbed his temples, then suddenly opened his mouth.

"What do you think are the differences between my father-in-law and my dad, Mr. He?"

Unexpectedly, he posed a question, which was indeed He Tingchu's teaching style—always good at using simple questions to elicit further discussion.

In the darkness, Wen Xi's eyes were as clear as a cat's; she seemed lost in thought.

"My dad is more sincere. He's down-to-earth, approachable, a doer, enthusiastic and generous. He's very kind to his employees. Your dad only cares about cold numbers and the exchange of benefits... If I were an employee, I would prefer a boss like my dad."

Wen Xi listed all of Wen Shiyuan's merits.

In Wen Xi's eyes, Wen Shiyuan had almost no shortcomings.

"Then why has Kangde suffered repeated setbacks in the market over the past decade, while Yufeng has thrived?" He Tingchu cleared his throat and continued to guide her.

"Kangde focuses on R&D and sentiment, but suffers from insufficient cash flow and a severe decline in profits. Yufeng has many business segments, and if one is not doing well, another is doing well... It is a soberly ruthless approach to cut all unprofitable business units and lay off employees as needed, without showing any compassion."

"That's right. It's mainly about the philosophy of business management. In short, my father-in-law is an entrepreneur, while Mr. He is a capitalist. Entrepreneurs have to shoulder more responsibilities and obligations. And these days, entrepreneurs with ideals can't make money through dirty tricks... That's also one of the reasons I dislike He Youjun. He's ruthless and opportunistic. He only cares about interests and exchanges. He is a very qualified businessman, but that's all."

Entrepreneur - Capitalist.

He Tingchu easily found the crux of Kant's problem.

Her father inherited her grandfather's business philosophy, and both of them are qualified entrepreneurs.

"However, entrepreneurs often can't survive because passion is not an asset. We can't run a business just on enthusiasm, just like writers can't just work for love. They have to survive first, and only when they survive can they have the right to talk about passion and ideals..." He Tingchu patiently persuaded.

【Live! 】

The three words kept echoing in Wen Xi's ears.

She suddenly realized that this was why Wen Shiyuan had signed the performance-based agreement.

Kant needed to survive first.

Wen Xi lay blankly in his arms, but in her heart she was giving him a thumbs up.

He's only thirty, but he's more experienced in management than Wen Shiyuan.

He Tingchu was only seven years older than her, not seventy.

Why does he have that all-knowing look on his face?

"He Tingchu, how do you know all this? Haven't you been studying all this time? Physics, applied mathematics, AI—hasn't that used up all your brainpower? Why do I feel like I'm burning up all my brain cells when I study medicine?"

"Because I'm precocious... And, Mrs. He, have you forgotten that I have three years of experience in corporate management? Corporate management is the simplest course; I got my MBA in corporate management in just six months." The man's lips curled up proudly.

Wen Xi wanted to praise him by saying, "You're really amazing!"

However, she didn't want to see this man acting so smug; it was really annoying.

She still hates naturally gifted players; why should they get everything so easily without putting in any effort?

These kinds of people are really annoying.

He Tingchu is really annoying.

"You're a heartless capitalist too, you're no better than him." Wen Xi straddled him and pinched his cheek without any politeness.

"Wen Qiqi, stop fooling around..." The man's large hand grasped her small hand.

"What I want to do is be an entrepreneur who understands capital operation, but I won't do unprofitable deals. I'll take the essence and discard the dross," He Tingchu concluded.

Wen Xi was stunned. He Tingchu truly lived up to his reputation as the man she had chosen.

That night, the two snuggled together on the sofa. The first thing Wen Xi did after waking up the next day was to search through all the books on business management in He Tingchu's study and neatly arrange them on the bottom shelf.

She was also a top student, and she didn't believe that she couldn't do what He Tingchu could do.

After finishing this task, she yawned, and was able to take a half-hour nap before collapsing into He Tingchu's arms again.

When Sister Cai returned to work and opened the door, she saw the young couple not sleeping in their perfectly good master bedroom but instead squeezing onto the sofa.

"Hmm, hmm... Tingchu, Qiqi, go to bed. Sleeping on the sofa is bad for your health and you won't sleep well."

"Sister Cai, why are you here so early?" He Tingchu asked sleepily, pinching the person in her arms.

"He Tingchu, why are you pinching me..." Wen Xi lightly kicked him. She was still asleep and didn't know that Sister Cai had returned.

"Well, my wife said that Qiqi is about to start her residency training, and she asked me to come back quickly to take care of you all," Sister Cai raised her voice.

"Sister Cai, you're back." Wen Xi forced the phone to turn on and hurriedly went to wash up.

The scent of the chime in his arms was gone, leaving the man feeling a deep sense of loss.

He carried the blankets and pillows back to the master bedroom, his hairstyle completely messed up, with a few stubborn strands of hair on top of his head resembling a standing unicorn.

He Tingchu groggily pushed open the bathroom door. Wen Xi was sitting on the toilet, deep in thought, his face terrifyingly gloomy.

"Who let you in?" Wen Xi roared.

"Oh, sorry to bother you." He Tingchu hurriedly retreated.

But a few seconds later, he spoke again from outside.

"Mrs. He, did you apply the medicine last night? Do you need me to help you...?"

Again.

Hmph, men.

He will never know where he went wrong.

"Precocious? Bullshit. He only developed IQ, not EQ."

He deserves to have been a bachelor for twenty-nine years.