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

Xiao Jingping had no choice but to follow Gu Lianyu out, his deep black eyes fixed on the slender figure that was gradually disappearing into the distance in the corridor.

Five years later, he was no longer able to remain calm and composed.

Gu Lianyu saw it all, and he seemed to understand something.

Xiao Jingping's gaze towards Wen Xi was unusual; his concern for her went far beyond that of ordinary colleagues.

Moreover, the two are senior and junior students.

He had known Xiao Jingping for three years. This gentle and refined junior was always mild-mannered, but he was a man of great principle.

When he was abroad, he had no shortage of suitors, but he never seemed to fall in love easily.

That's why he admired Xiao Jingping so much and strongly persuaded the dean to promote Xiao Jingping exceptionally.

Since joining Peking University Affiliated Hospital, Xiao Jingping has performed several outstanding major surgeries, proving his abilities and making all his colleagues who were unconvinced of his abilities look at him with new respect.

He became the hospital's top thoracic surgeon in less than six months.

Could it be that he likes Wen Xi?

Gu Lianyu frowned.

One is his good friend, and the other is his junior from school. Which side should he stand on?

He was truly in a difficult position.

Furthermore, the person in question was his last disciple.

If you were to ask Gu Lianyu who he has never truly understood in his life, He Tingchu would definitely be one of them.

This man was born cold-blooded and abstinent; he once thought that He Tingchu would grow old alone.

As the heir to a wealthy family, he lacked the clarity and realism of ordinary people, and his personality was indeed cold and aloof.

They only have their own career and goals in mind.

No one can shake his sense of mission.

He lived like a cold, emotionless machine.

But one day, He Tingchu told him that he was married.

Gu Lianyu couldn't believe it for a moment.

After all, he had known He Tingchu for half his life and had never heard him mention a woman's name.

He was unfamiliar with the name Wen Xi.

How is the marriage of two completely unrelated people any different from the arranged marriages of ancient times?

Although this is not common in modern times, wealthy families want to be bound together by shared interests.

He didn't know what he could do, but he couldn't just stand by and do nothing, after all, the two were already married.

He remained silent for a while, then swiped his phone and sent out Xiao Jingping's resume.

Gu Lianyu felt that he had done enough.

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Wen Xi was injured, with a conspicuous bandage wrapped around her hand. She had no choice but to follow the doctors to their clinics and do some odd jobs. Time passed quickly.

Wen Xi left work on time that day.

When she returned to Lanting Pavilion, Sister Cai had already set out the food in the dining room. She looked around but couldn't see He Tingchu.

"Oh, Qiqi, Tingchu said he won't be coming back for the next week."

In the afternoon, Sister Cai saw He Tingchu pack his suitcase and leave.

She initially thought the young couple might be having a fight, but didn't dare to ask too many questions.

"...Oh." Wen Xi suppressed his dissatisfaction.

She went to the bedroom to change into her pajamas. The room was empty of all the things men usually use.

What is he doing?

I can't be bothered with him.

Wen Xi didn't feel like eating dinner, so he just ate a few bites and went to study.

She didn't receive a single word from the man when she went to bed that night.

Zhao Jingzhi's words from that afternoon were still ringing in my ears; she said her husband was very clingy to her.

Dozens of messages appeared within a few hours.

This is how a loving couple should interact. What about her and He Tingchu?

Like two parallel lines that never intersect.

[Go to sleep early, I'm staying in the school dormitory for a while.] A message came in.

A dry, lifeless account.

Wen Xi didn't reply. She pulled the covers up and went to sleep, glancing at the scars on her arm. It seemed there was no need to say anything to him.

The following week was busy for both of them. Wen Xi gradually adapted to the pace of the residency training, with endless medical records to write and ward rounds to make every day.

Sometimes they even have to work overtime until very late. The hospital has a place for doctors to rest, and Wen Xi also has his own bed.

Gradually, in order to save time, Wen Xi became too lazy to return to Lanting Pavilion.

When Wen Xi got off work on the weekend, he received a call from Yin Fangfang, who said that she had been having back pain recently and asked Wen Xi to give her some physical therapy.

Wen Xi took a taxi back to Lanting Pavilion to pick up his things. Sister Cai was dozing off on the sofa.

"Qiqi, did you see Tingchu downstairs? He just left."

"without."

The two seemed to always miss each other. Wen Xi's heart sank. He didn't even tell her when he came back, and naturally she didn't want to contact him, as if it would make her feel like she couldn't live without him.

The couple's engagement was for only one year, after the performance-based agreement expired.

It has been more than half a year now.

"Sister Cai, why don't you go back to the old house to take care of Grandma? We don't need to take care of her for the time being."

"No,..." Before Sister Cai could finish speaking, Wen Xi packed his things and left.

What exactly is the conflict between this young couple?

Did she lose her year-end bonus?

When they arrived at the Peking University faculty and staff apartment, Yin Fangfang was busy in the kitchen, but Zeng Huaiming was nowhere to be seen.

"Qiqi, come in and help me prepare the mandarin fish," Yin Fangfang instructed.

Wen Xi washed her hands and went into the kitchen to help Yin Fangfang. Although her cooking skills weren't great, her knife skills were excellent.

The fish was quickly cleaned and prepared efficiently.

"Where's the teacher?" Wen Xi asked casually.

"It's all over. They say the project ran into problems at a critical moment, and he hasn't been around all week. At noon, I went to the lab to deliver lunch, and Tingchu looked like he'd lost weight. Your mentor said he'd been pulling all-nighters for a week straight."

Wen Xi's heart sank suddenly.

I've been pulling all-nighters for a week.

He wasn't afraid of dying suddenly.

It turns out that he really hadn't contacted her this week because he was very busy.

"It breaks my heart to see this. By the way, Tingchu loves squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, so you can make that dish," Yin Fangfang instructed.

"Master's wife, I don't know how." Wen Xi waved his hand.

"It's alright, your teacher's wife will teach you."

"The fish needs to be marinated beforehand, and coated with some flour. Yes... make sure the crevices are coated with flour. Come on, hold the fish by the tail and fry the fish meat."

With Yin Fangfang's on-site guidance, Wen Xi did a pretty good job, except that the oil splattered out when frying the fish. Wen Xi quickly dodged it, but inevitably, red and swollen marks were left on the back of his hand.

Finally, the sauce is prepared and poured over the fish. The sauce is thickened with cornstarch and then poured over the fish, making a sizzling sound.

"It smells so good! Our Qiqi is really amazing!" Yin Fangfang praised.

This was Wen Xi's first time cooking, and the fact that she could cook to this level was all thanks to Yin Fangfang's excellent teaching.

After preparing the food, Yin Fangfang took out a lunchbox and stuffed it all in, with no intention of eating it herself.

"Qiqi, take this to those two. My back hurts, and I don't want to climb the stairs." Yin Fangfang stuffed the lunchbox into her arms.

"Madam, let me give you acupuncture first."

"Just kidding. I went to the clinic downstairs for acupuncture this afternoon. I'm just short of someone to run errands, so it's your turn to fill in. I can't be the only one working hard."

So this was Yin Fangfang's real purpose.

"Go on, I've packed your portion too. You and Tingchu can eat together." Yin Fangfang patted her hand and shooed her out the door.

Yin Fangfang heard Zeng Huaiming say that the boy had been absent-minded lately.

They even brought out their luggage, worried that the young couple might have had a fight. He Tingchu had been completely absorbed in the lab this week, which made Zeng Huaiming, who was already quite old, have to get involved as well.

Not to mention his students, who dared not speak out against him.

They're all suffering terribly.

While tackling key projects is indeed important, this kind of desperate approach is not the way to go. If He Tingchu continues down this path, he and his students will all die young.

"Wife, whether I can survive until retirement depends entirely on you," Zeng Huaiming solemnly instructed.