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

"If you have any old flames or Bai Yuguang, you should make it clear in advance so I can prepare. I don't want to see gossip about me online one day." Wen Xi sighed.

She was quite quick-witted in some ways; just now, she clearly noticed something unusual in Lu Qianqian's eyes.

"Hey, Mrs. He, do you smell something strange?" the man chuckled.

There was incense burning in the private room, a faint and gentle fragrance. Wen Xi sniffed, puzzled.

"What does it taste like?"

"The taste of aged vinegar." He Tingchu's lips curled slightly.

...

She won't be jealous.

Wen Xi paused, rolling his eyes a few times.

He Tingchu chuckled softly. The man leaned closer, his cold, handsome face drawing nearer.

"They're not even just ordinary friends, are you satisfied, Mrs. He?"

"I..." Wen Xi held his breath, a ripple spreading through his heart.

Waiting for the food to be served was really boring. She rested her chin on her hand and yawned. The man opposite her held the cup with his distinct five fingers, pursed his lips, and indeed had the demeanor of a young master.

Just by looking at his tea-drinking gestures, one can see the refined elegance in his bones. It must be admitted that watching He Tingchu drink tea is indeed a pleasure to behold. With his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he is as handsome as the bright moon. In this setting, he seems like a graceful gentleman who has stepped out of an ancient painting.

However, his dark blue shirt didn't quite match the ancient style. If he wore white clothes and had a fan with him, he would be absolutely stunning. Wen Xi rested her chin on her hand, only focused on admiring the handsome man in front of her, her thoughts drifting a little far away.

The waiter came in carrying a tray.

"For the two of you, we served ginger duck. We used sliced ​​ginger from Haicheng as a base, and then used local ingredients such as ginger and sesame oil to remove the fishy smell. The duck we chose was also a local wild duck. We then simmered it in a special clay pot over low heat until it was tender and delicious, and it has the effect of dispelling cold and dampness..."

"Next up, local Haicheng snacks—rice noodle soup, peanut soup…both are Haicheng intangible cultural heritage snacks. Please enjoy your meal." After the elegant introduction by the woman in the cheongsam, the food commonly eaten in the streets and alleys of Haicheng suddenly became high-end and looked expensive.

Surprisingly, they were all local Haicheng dishes that she loved.

Haicheng cuisine wasn't well-promoted and was rarely seen in Beijing. In addition, she was already starving, and the dishes laid out in front of her were all her favorites. Wen Xi's eyes lit up, and starlight seemed to fall into them.

Is this clearly an attempt to please her?

Could He Tingchu have some impure motive?

Wen Xi swallowed hard. "What's your purpose?"

He Tingchu bent his knuckles, leaned over, and flicked her forehead without hesitation, a smirk playing on his lips.

"This is my first time inviting Mrs. He to dinner. Would you do me the honor?"

The two have been married for almost three months, and He Tingchu doesn't recall ever eating out with her.

"That's all?" Wen Xi asked again to confirm.

"That's all." He spread his hands and used serving chopsticks to place a duck leg on her bone plate.

"Then I won't be polite," Wen Xi said excitedly, rubbing his hands together and picking up his chopsticks.

She devoured the food on the table with lightning speed, while the man opposite her crossed his long legs and clasped his hands, his dark eyes darting over her oily lips.

She would occasionally pick up her chopsticks and eat slowly and gracefully, while He Tingchu mostly served her food, soup, towels, and tea.

Wen Xi scooped a few spoonfuls of the thick, rich broth from the ginger duck and poured it over the rice, then stirred it evenly. This is a unique way of eating in Haicheng. The mellow broth perfectly infuses the rice with its aroma, a delightful experience for the taste buds.

He quickly finished half a bowl of rice. Observing Wen Xi eat was a visual treat for He Tingchu, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The man stroked his chin and said, "This will taste good? It's all calories..."

Wen Xi lowered his head and ate his rice. "You're clearly an amateur... Ignorance is no excuse. Want to try some?"

She had just scooped up a large spoonful of rice, which hovered in mid-air. He Tingchu slightly rose, leaned forward, and took a bite... chewing slowly and deliberately.

"good."

After the meal, the waiter respectfully escorted the two to their car, but Lu Qianqian was nowhere to be seen. After the two got into the car, the woman leaning against the wooden door behind them took out her phone.

"Investigate someone for me."

"Her name is Wen Xi."

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In the car

After eating, her stomach began to secrete gastric acid, and Wen Xi felt dizzy and lightheaded. Soon she couldn't hold on any longer and leaned against the side, dozing off.

The man held the steering wheel steady with one hand and draped his suit jacket over her shoulders.

The faint scent of woody sandalwood and fir on her clothes had a calming effect. Wen Xi felt as if she were enveloped by a strong sense of security, and she comfortably half-closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" The deep voice was husky.

Her mind went blank, and she shook her head.

"Don't you have to work this afternoon?"

"No need, I'm just reporting for duty today." Wen Xi said lazily, and then she turned slightly to doze off.

"Then—let's go home. We have things to do." The man's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

"Okay," Wen Xi blurted out.

Then they enter deep sleep.

The car came to a smooth stop. Wen Xi was fast asleep when she suddenly felt her body lift off the ground. Just as she was about to open her eyes, her body sank back into the warm embrace of the clouds, and her eyelids drooped as she drifted back to sleep.

The door opened, and Sister Cai was watching TV in the living room when the man came in carrying something in his arms.

Sister Cai stared intently; the creature in her arms wasn't a cat or dog, but Wen Xi.

She was completely covered by a smoky gray suit jacket, with only a section of her fair ankle showing.

"Qiqi, are you asleep?" Sister Cai pressed the mute button, afraid of waking the woman in the man's arms.

"Sister Cai, why don't you go out for a walk? Don't come back too early," the man casually instructed as he went upstairs.

"..." Sister Cai has lived to be over forty years old and has seen a lot of the world.

Sister Cai hurriedly got up, grabbed her vegetable basket, and went out the door.

She needs to go to a vegetable market 20 kilometers away to buy groceries, so she takes a bus there.

He Tingchu gently placed the person on the bed, and the mattress sank a few centimeters down to support the sudden weight of the two of them.

Wen Xi comfortably turned to her side and fell asleep, her soft head still covered by her coat. The suit jacket carried the scent of the man's woody fir, which had a good sleep-inducing effect and smelled very nice; it was He Tingchu's scent.

The man's long, slender fingers lifted his coat. Wow, where did he steal such a big baby?

She curled up into a ball like a lazy kitten, stretching her legs. The blush on her face wouldn't fade, and the fine downy hairs were clearly visible beneath her slightly red skin. The man's sexy Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

Cool lips pressed against mine.

"Stop fooling around, Maodou." Wen Xi had a dream in which the enthusiastic Maodou pounced on her and licked the back of her hand with its wet tongue.

She murmured softly.

"Your husband isn't a dog, Mrs. He." The man's cold voice reached her ears.

The man on top of her rushed over.