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

The next day, Wen Xi woke up in her single bed. The sheets beside her were already cold. She simply didn't have the strength to go back to Lanting Pavilion that day.

She had no recollection of when He Tingchu left.

All she knew was that in the middle of the night, the man beside her gently nibbled on her earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through her ear.

"I'm going to the lab."

"Hmm," she mumbled, then turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

She was wearing a loose, light gray shirt. She hadn't expected to spend the night here, and Wen Xi hadn't made any preparations.

She started to get anxious.

How could she go out in public like this? There was nothing under her shirt, and if she remembered correctly, her clothes were soaking wet last night.

Besides, she's a germaphobe, and not changing her clothes isn't her style.

She patted her face, took out her phone, and sure enough, it was dead.

Fortunately, it was the weekend, so she didn't have to go to work.

Wen Xi went to the bathroom with her head down. On the sink, there were pink and blue cups neatly arranged, and even a set of her usual skincare products.

When did He Tingchu begin preparing?

You can't buy this brand of skincare products at a convenience store.

Wen Xi squeezed out the toothpaste and glanced at the clothes rack, noticing that the underwear and other clothes were neatly folded and even smelled of laundry detergent. He had washed and dried them.

He Tingchu actually hand-washed her underwear, and his face flushed red.

This is hard to judge.

The overflowing lust in his eyes last night was something she had never seen before. Why was he being so indecent?

Older men are completely susceptible to temptation.

She'd already done this before she'd even seduced him.

Wen Xi took off his shirt, revealing his body covered in spots, with even his inner thighs showing a slight redness.

wipe.

It really dares to bite anywhere.

Wen Xi's heart raced.

A few months ago, Wen Xi never imagined that she would marry He Tingchu, and even after the marriage, she never dared to think that things would come to this.

Just imagining their skin pressed together, their lips entwined, and his fingertips digging into his black hair, made Wen Xi's breathing suddenly quicken.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

Why is He Tingchu like this?

Six months ago, she never imagined that the seemingly respectable professor was actually a dog in bed.

One thing is certain: He Tingchu likes her body, really likes it.

That's all; it can only be said that they are very compatible in some ways.

To be honest, she also liked He Tingchu's body.

At least, I felt indescribably happy when I was with him.

But what else?

It seems like there's nothing more to it.

Wen Xi had just changed into his own clothes when he heard the sound of a mechanical key opening the door, and the unique scent of pine needles emanating from him wafted in.

"Up so early?" the man chuckled.

It's almost nine o'clock.

"It seems Mrs. He wasn't too tired last night." A faint smile played on the man's lips.

"You..." Wen Xi was at a loss for words.

The rosy blush on his face deepened.

"My Qibao, so cute." He pinched her chin with his long, slender fingers and pecked her lips a few times.

What nickname did he give her?

【Seven Treasures?】

What kind of animal does it resemble?

Wen Xi couldn't quite place where he had heard the word before, but it sounded very familiar.

"Come and have breakfast." Wen Xi was pressed to sit at the dining table.

He Tingchu calmly took out breakfast from the bag, which included both Chinese and Western options.

Millet porridge, barbecued pork buns.

Sandwich, milk.

There were also eggs, which he seemed to magically produce one by one from the bag.

"There's so much, how can we possibly finish it all?"

"Choose what you like to eat."

Wen Xi chewed on his sandwich, then glanced at his clean and tidy sweater.

"Did you wash my clothes?"

Wen Xi paused for a moment. The dormitory conditions were simple, and there was no dryer.

"Otherwise, I hand-washed it and dried it with a hairdryer." The man's tone was calm, as if he were reporting a task.

"You actually washed it by hand..."

"Otherwise what? Don't I wash all your underwear? You said that underwear should be washed separately." He Tingchu unscrewed the cap of the milk, his expression very calm.

"..." Wen Xi was completely bewildered.

She hadn't washed her underwear in a very long time. She always thought it was because Sister Cai was too considerate, preventing her from having a chance to express herself, but she never expected it was...

Just imagining the image of her underwear being repeatedly rubbed by He Tingchu's palm made Wen Xi feel terrible.

How could he be so shameless?

"Who gave you permission to touch my underwear?"

"Why can't I move? Is there somewhere I haven't kissed yet?" The man asked seriously, reverting to his dignified gentlemanly demeanor.

Wen Xi just wanted to tap his mouth shut.

He Tingchu really dares to say anything.

-

He Tingchu had class that day. Although it was the weekend, he had changed his class schedule beforehand and came on this weekend.

Wen Xi just wanted to say that his students must hate him to death.

My perfectly good weekend was ruined by that devil He Tingchu.

Wen Xi had nothing to do that day, and she was a little reluctant to part with him, after all, it had been more than a week since they last saw each other. Now she just wanted to be with him, so she agreed to stay with him for a little while after being coaxed by him.

As soon as the two stepped out of the apartment, they were met with the stares of countless teachers in the elevator.

"Professor He, good morning." A colleague greeted him.

He responded enthusiastically in high spirits.

"Good morning, Teacher Zhang. My wife is here to see me."

"Teacher Ye, this is my wife."

Wen Xi felt like she was being seen naked, so she could only let him hold her hand and nod vigorously. She was all alone and had a slight social anxiety.

Along the way, even though He Tingchu's aura was so strong, she could always sense people whispering and casting subtle glances at her from the crowd.

A sense of déjà vu washed over her, and she shook off his hand, but the man remained unmoved, instead gripping it even tighter.

"Release yourself," Wen Xi protested in a low voice.

"What's there to be afraid of? It's legal and protected by law." The man smirked.

Finally, as they approached the lecture hall, Wen Xi took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention to break free from his clutches, quickly entered the classroom through the back door, and chose a seat in the back row.

He Tingchu shook his head helplessly. Mrs. He was such a coward.

The man slowly walked to the podium, turned on his computer, and methodically took out his silver-rimmed glasses and put them on. He Tingchu was not nearsighted, but he had become a professor at a young age. Zeng Huaiming had worried that he would not be able to intimidate the students, so he suggested that he get a pair of glasses.

The lenses were not prescription, and gradually, this became his standard equipment for attending classes.

The man who was whispering sweet nothings to me last night was wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and his inherent aloofness and indifference had returned.

With glasses on, I don't care about anyone.

He Tingchu reverted to his aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

He cleared his throat, his hawk-like, cold eyes sweeping over the crowd through his glasses.

"The professor is coming, stop talking, or you'll lose credits," a student whispered a reminder.

The once noisy classroom fell silent instantly, the tense atmosphere causing even Wen Xi to gasp.

...

Wen Xi was stunned!

No ambition.

Why should we be afraid of him?

He Tingchu is not her teacher.

Thank goodness he didn't study medicine. What a close call!

"Hey, where are my presentation slides?" The man asked, holding a megaphone.

"Sigh, getting old, my memory really isn't what it used to be. Baby, is my presentation slides in your bag?" The man's cool voice came through the microphone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the students in the room erupted in an uproar.

"What? Is the professor drunk?"

"Could it be that the teacher's wife has arrived?" Wen Xi's classmate whispered.

Wenxi felt a subconscious chill down his spine.

What are you barking about?

Wen Xi kept his head down, almost lying on the table, ignoring the idiot.

"Mrs. He, third from the left in the last row, could you please get my presentation slides? They're in my suit pocket." He Tingchu glanced at her coldly.

Hundreds of onlookers turned their eyes to her, unable to regain their composure for a long time, their gazes fixed on her.

Wen Xi really wanted to dig a hole on the spot and bury himself.

The blush on her face gradually spread to her ears. Wen Xi didn't even know how he got up. His fingers touched the USB drive in his handbag. He Tingchu really had framed him.

She seemed to have been kidnapped; head bowed, she walked step by step toward the podium and slammed the USB drive into his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment, the man deliberately squeezed her palm, causing another uproar from the audience, with some bolder men even whistling loudly.

"Professor, you're awesome!"

The scene was briefly out of control. Wen Xi's steps trembled, and he didn't know how he got back to the back row.

The man plugged in the USB drive, raised his hand to maintain the lively atmosphere in the audience, and casually glanced around with his cold, dark eyes.

"Excuse me, students, before class starts, I'd like to take two minutes to say something unrelated. I heard that some of you recently went to the medical school to visit our professor's wife. You've all seen her, right? She's very shy, so please give me some face and don't disturb her studies or work. Your professor is quite old to have a wife, so please don't be too enthusiastic and scare my baby away... I definitely won't let him/her get away with that."

"Any other links you need, just come to me, I'll tell you everything... After all, I'm the one who had them bought... If you ask my wife, she'll still ask me... It's such a hassle..."

His face showed neither joy nor anger, but his tone was serious.

"Did you all hear that?" Suddenly, the man's voice rose, carrying an unprecedented air of authority.

"We heard that," everyone said in unison.

"You still haven't called her 'Teacher's Wife'? That's rude." The man said nonchalantly, a slight smile playing on his thin lips.

"Hello, Madam!" the crowd shouted in unison.