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

"I didn't expect you to like this - I happen to have some top-quality wild Ningxia goji berries, I'll send you a few pounds next time, you're welcome." Li Mo had an expression that suggested she was enjoying the show.

"Give me a GUN," He Tingchu mouthed the threat.

Mrs. He is watching, so he can't swear.

"You two know each other?" Wen Xi belatedly realized.

"Hello, sister-in-law, I am Li Mo, He Tingchu's high school classmate."

"Teacher Li, hello, your professions are remarkably similar."

"The three of us are university professors."

"The three of you? And my teacher, Professor Gu? Is that right?"

"Gu Gou - is he your teacher?" Li Mo couldn't shut her mouth.

"My advisor is Gu Lianyu," Wen Xi answered obediently.

[He Tingchu, I never thought you'd end up like this.] Li Mo's eyes were incredibly arrogant.

He had to spread the news widely without delay.

"Sister-in-law, you absolutely have to come to my pre-wedding party this weekend. My wife will definitely love you. Let's add each other on WeChat." Li Mo unlocked her phone.

"Okay, okay." Wen Xi took out her phone, but He Tingchu snatched it away.

"GUN!" He Tingchu mouthed to Li Mo again.

Li Mo reluctantly got into the taxi next to her.

He Tingchu opened the passenger door and carefully stuffed the little hamster, who was obediently licking an ice pop, inside.

"Brother, can I stay at your place for a few days? I look terrible, I can't even show my face to anyone." He Tingbai said between bites of an ice pop.

"Get lost!"

"Brother, don't you have any family ties? Sister-in-law, can't you do something about him?" He Tingbai's gaze was fixed on Wen Xi's face.

"Xiaobai, you should just go home obediently." This time, she resolutely stood on the same side as He Tingchu.

There's already Sister Cai at home, so there's no extra space for He Tingbai to live in.

The couple, devoid of any familial affection, disappeared before our eyes.

-

The Maybach came to a smooth stop at the traffic light.

"Is it sweet?" He Tingchu turned her head to look at him.

"sweet!"

"Why did you buy popsicles for He Tingbai?" The man felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Oh, Xiaobai got beaten up and his mouth is swollen. He needs to apply ice. That's a good idea," Wen Xi readily agreed.

So that's how it is. He Tingchu's tense heart relaxed slightly, though her words were still harsh.

"Then why didn't you buy it for me?"

What's wrong with He Tingchu today? Why is he being so childish?

Doesn't he never eat popsicles?

Could it be that she remembered it wrong?

She remembered buying popsicles to bribe her teacher—a certain man—when she was a child. The teacher said in a very serious tone...

"It's all sugar, it'll cause cavities."

wipe.

Wen Xi is thirteen years old; he's well past the age of getting cavities.

"That means you'll get diarrhea," He Tingchu threatened.

Wen Xi was too young at the time, and she didn't understand, so she had no choice but to obediently throw the popsicle into the trash can.

It's terrible to be uneducated; now she's educated.

She absolutely loves eating popsicles in winter.

"Wen Qiqi, let me bite off a moon for you." He Tingchu held the steering wheel with one hand, grasped her hand with his right, turned his head, and unexpectedly took a big bite.

The perfectly good popsicle lost 3/4 of its original size.

Wen Xi was heartbroken.

She paused for a moment.

He said the same thing ten years ago.

That day, Wen Xi couldn't resist after his tutoring session and sneaked out to the convenience store outside the villa to buy an ice pop. He had just torn it open and taken a lick when He Tingchu caught him red-handed.

Wen Shiyuan specifically instructed him to keep a close eye on Wen Xi, saying that she was very mischievous and that it was her first time in the capital, so she was unfamiliar with the place and the people.

Unexpectedly, Wen Xi disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The servants were frantic with worry.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on He Tingchu's forehead. He had run back and forth for ten kilometers before finally finding Wen Xi.

Unexpectedly, she was leisurely eating ice cream in front of the convenience store.

He Tingchu was extremely thirsty, so he grabbed her hand.

"Here, let me bite off a moon for you."

Wen Xi stared at the popsicle that was less than half full.

"Waaah—" Wen Xi burst into tears.

-

Ten years later, He Tingchu would still say the same things, but she would no longer be frightened to tears by him.

"He Tingchu, so you like popsicles."

"Um."

"Then just say so, I can still afford an ice pop."

"How about I give you lots of popsicles and fill the whole freezer? That way you can have complete popsicle freedom."

"Eating too many popsicles is bad for your health," someone brought up an old topic again.

"..." Wen Xi could not agree.

Suddenly, He Tingchu remembered something. His gaze fell on the thermos cup beside him. After pondering for a while, he angrily unscrewed the lid.

"Wen Qiqi, look carefully, there are no goji berries in this, no goji berries - no goji berries, your husband doesn't eat goji berries."

Say the important thing three times.

"Oh." Wen Xi snorted indifferently and continued playing on her phone.

After dealing with He Tingbai's matter, it was already past 2 PM. When I was nervous, I didn't feel hungry, but when I finally had some free time, my stomach started growling loudly in protest.

"Haven't you eaten?" The man, focused on driving, frowned slightly.

"Um."

The Bentley signaled left and veered off course.

"Let's go eat first."

The car came to a smooth stop outside a courtyard in the style of a Suzhou-style garden. Looking up, one could see the plaque with the words "Muxi Pavilion" written in cursive script. The gatekeeper, seeing his car, hurried over to greet him.

"Mr. He, you've arrived."

This was the first time Wen Xi had heard someone call him President He, and to be honest, she wasn't used to it.

In her mind, the title "President He" belonged to He Youjun.

He Tingchu seemed to be a regular here, as the waiters were very warm and attentive.

Wen Xi was unaware of this side of him.

A thousand people have a thousand faces; how many times has she actually seen He Tingchu?

Wen Xi couldn't help but glance at the tall, pine-like man beside her, who seemed unfamiliar to her.

Two towering ancient cypress trees stand tall in the courtyard, with a small bridge and flowing water, creating a charming and antique atmosphere. It seems that the landscape designer has put a lot of thought into it.

The two were led to the elegantly decorated Moon Gazing Pavilion and seated. Just as the waiter served tea, a clear, bell-like sound came from the corridor:

"You didn't even give me a heads-up before you came?"

First you hear her voice, then you see her. A graceful woman in a blue and white cheongsam steps across the threshold and enters.

She was voluptuous, around thirty years old, and walked with a graceful sway. A string of pearls hung around her neck, exuding charm.

"Just passing by, this is my wife, Wen Xi, and Qi Qi, and the owner here is Lu Qianqian." He Tingchu's lips curled into a faint smile.

Upon seeing Wen Xi, the woman visibly paused, her expression darkening before she shifted her gaze.

"Mrs. He is so beautiful. Mr. He is so lucky."

"Hello." Wen Xi quickly stood up and took her fingertips in his hand.

"Just sit down, no need to be polite with her." He Tingchu poured tea for himself and pushed the teacup in front of Wen Xi.

Lu Qianqian clapped her hands, and the chef who was waiting in the corridor quickly came in.

"President He, this is Chef Xie from Haicheng, whom you asked me to find some time ago. Let's start preparing to serve the dishes." Lu Qianqian's red lips parted slightly.

"Then I'll trouble Chef Xie to prepare a few authentic Haicheng specialties, and I need them to be served quickly," the man said casually.

"Yes, Mr. He." The chef quickly went out.

Lu Qianqian stood to the side, her gaze seemingly lingering on He Tingchu's face. Wen Xi looked up, and she glanced at him and smiled faintly.

Wen Xi coughed lightly. She didn't like having strangers watching her while she ate. She glanced at the man opposite her a few times, and He Tingchu understood.

"Boss Lu, aren't you busy?"

Lu Qianqian paused for a moment, then turned and left. Her hand trembled as she leaned on the door frame, and the door to the private room closed gently.

Wen Xi slowly picked up the white porcelain teacup in front of her and gently sipped her cherry lips at the inside of the cup.

"Be careful, it's hot," He Tingchu added.

"An acquaintance?" Wen Xi asked casually.