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

Wen Xi was almost bursting with internal injuries from holding it in.

She forced a smile.

So, in their eyes, she was a rich woman?

Why does this identity feel so good?

When she hurriedly returned to her seat, Xia Qing was already propped up on the mahjong table and couldn't get down for the time being.

"Does your sister-in-law know how to play snooker?" Wu Chuan came over and introduced himself.

"I can't..." Wen Xi waved his hand.

"It's okay, we'll teach you."

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At that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open again, and He Tingchu and Gu Lianyu appeared at the door looking travel-worn. The two of them clearly had rushed over, and He Tingchu was even wearing the same clothes he had worn that morning.

The two of them didn't look very well.

"Hey, Lao He and Lao Gu, you've finally arrived! We couldn't get you to come, could we? You're such busy people." Du Qian hurried over to greet them.

"Sorry, brother," Li Mo said softly as he approached.

"Li Mo, Du Qian, congratulations on your marriage - sorry I'm late." He Tingchu said with a faint smile.

This was still a gesture of respect for Li Mo.

Where is my wife?

"Oh, I really don't know how." A familiar voice came from the billiards room inside the private room.

"Little sister-in-law, it's okay, I'll teach you." Wu Chuan came over with the golf club in hand.

He Tingchu glanced sideways at Wen Xi, who stood in the middle wearing a long red dress. The man's long, slender legs strode over, his deep black eyes revealing nothing.

"My wife, I'll teach her myself." He Tingchu's dark eyes swirled as he slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bulging veins on his arms.

"Why are you here?" Wen Xi looked up, her eyes sparkling with starlight.

"I'll come after the project is resolved. I'll teach you, and I guarantee you'll learn it." The man put his hand on her waist.

Without a word, He Tingchu handed over the golf clubs, seemingly forcing him into this situation; he wouldn't be able to back down without giving it a try.

"Then I'll try. If I miss, don't laugh at me." She stood sideways against the pool table and whispered in his ear. Their intimate gesture created a strangely ambiguous atmosphere.

The crowd stopped singing and playing cards and gathered around the pool table to watch her play. Wen Xi suddenly felt socially awkward, and her right hand holding the cue stick trembled involuntarily. She leaned forward slightly, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her right eye narrowed as she aimed.

"Place your palm on the table, spread your fingers, place your thumb against the base of your index finger, and slightly arch the back of your hand to ensure the cue can move freely back and forth. You just potted a red ball, now it's time to hit the colored ball..."

Under the lamplight, a tall figure loomed over him. He leaned forward slightly, his broad chest pressing down, his large hand grasping Wen Xi's. His hands were exceptionally long and beautiful, even his nails were neatly trimmed and clean. Veins bulged on his arms, seemingly about to pierce through the skin, and the ring on his ring finger gleamed with a cool metallic sheen.

The shot was perfect, and the yellow ball went into the pocket.

"It's in! It's in! He Tingchu, aren't I amazing?" Wen Xi couldn't help but jump up and down, then turned around, hooked her arms around his neck, and hugged him.

A celebration of a newbie scoring a goal.

He Tingchu's eyebrows were slightly raised at the ends, and his thin lips were slightly curved.

"Professor He truly lives up to his reputation as a professor; he's an excellent teacher," Li Mo sighed.

"What do you mean Professor He can teach? It's clearly me who can teach, right, Wen Xi?" Gu Lianyu was also attracted by the commotion.

"Teacher, what brings you here?" Wen Xi quickly switched his gaze to one of respect and reverence.

"Wait a minute. What teacher?" Li Mo asked.

"Wen Xi is my student, my graduate student," Gu Lianyu said with a slight smile.

"What... He Tingchu, I never thought you'd end up like this! You and Old Gu are from different generations now," Li Mo joked.

Everyone burst into laughter.

He Tingchu shook his head helplessly, his arm still around her waist, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Come on, He Tingchu, how about a game with me?" Li Mo suggested.

Today he was the main character, and He Tingchu and Gu Lianyu had no choice but to comply; the men went to play ball.

Du Qian came over and grabbed her arm. Knowing she was younger than them, Du Qian didn't stand on ceremony and addressed her as "older sister" or "younger sister."

"Little sister, what's the point of watching a bunch of men play ball? Come on, let's play cards..." Du Qian pressed her down to sit at the card table.

"Do you know how to play Dou Dizhu?" Du Qian asked.

"Yes." This is a national treasure, and Wen Xi often plays it with his grandmother in the small park near his home.

"Deal the cards, deal the cards," Du Qian instructed.

Wen Xi held the cards in her hand, piecing them together, matching them into pairs and connecting them into sequences.

The four cards stuck together clearly form a "bomb." This play, with the hole cards clearly visible, shows how many bombs, pairs, and straights she has…

As expected of a doctor, his meticulousness is quite evident.

After playing around, unsurprisingly, she lost every single time.

Although the stakes were low, Wen Xi's competitive spirit flared up as she saw her chips dwindling.

"Hey, sis, when did you get together with He Tingchu? That ice-cold guy, he's been single for so many years, we've all been so curious if he's gay. Luckily I knew back then that he had a dead white moonlight, and He Tingchu was heartbroken and went abroad, otherwise I wouldn't believe he's heterosexual." The girl across from me, Hu Man, said bluntly.

She dressed in a rather androgynous style, with neat short hair.

"Hu Man, what did you say? Mentioning your 'white moonlight' in front of Wen Xi... You deserve a beating." Du Qian teased, unable to resist glancing at Wen Xi's expression.

However, Wen Xi remained expressionless, her entire focus was on the dozen or so cards in her hand.

Her thick, dark eyelashes fluttered a few times.

"By the way, who is He Tingchu's Bai Yuguang? And he's dead? What happened? Tell us more... Also, does Gu Lianyu have any Bai Yueguang? Tell us quickly..." Xia Qing caught the gossip and was in a great mood. She stopped playing mahjong and came over to watch Wen Xi play cards.

She met He Tingchu abroad, unaware that He Tingchu had traveled the world for love.

"Little sister, you don't mind, do you? ...Look at my mouth, I deserve a beating," Hu Man said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, tell me quickly, I want to know too." Wen Xi suddenly spoke up, bringing her face closer. Just like Xia Qing, her gossip spirit was burning brightly.

Wen Xi caught everyone off guard, and with a look of detached spectator, she was perfect as long as there was a plate of melon seeds in front of her.

At that moment, Wen Xi was genuinely curious about who Wen Fei's white moonlight was.

"Why are you curious too? I don't know either. I heard from Li Mu that He Tingchu got drunk that time and let it slip, and that's how I found out how devoted he was."

He said that by the time she came of age, she was gone…

We only found out then that he was already twenty-five, and his white moonlight was just coming of age... and then she died. So if you calculate it that way, his white moonlight was at least seven or eight years younger than us. I never expected He Tingchu to be such a beast in human form, such a refined scoundrel..." Du Qian said with a wink.

So they weren't classmates after all?

Wait, this is a lot of information.

He was twenty-five, his white moonlight was eighteen, and how old was she that year?

She was eighteen too… She took the college entrance exam that year, how could she possibly be wrong…

Her slender, pale fingers gripped the dozen or so playing cards tightly, the tips turning white… Her heart began to pound erratically… But no, she was alive and well, she wasn't dead…

Not her.

"It's your turn, little sister, do you want it?" Hu Ling's card landed.

Wen Xi paused for a moment, his thoughts drifting off somewhere else.

Why did her chest feel so heavy and uncomfortable when he talked about Bai Yuguang?

What's so curious about that? Who hasn't had a "white moonlight" (ideal love) when they were young?

He Tingchu appeared behind her at some point. Hu Ling and Du Qian glanced at the man behind them and remained silent.

The man lazily sat on the armrest of her chair, his long arm reaching out to wrap around her waist. Wen Xi felt an undeniable warmth behind her, and his cool, thin lips pressed against her earlobe, his deep voice reaching her eardrums.

"Play these cards." A faint aroma of grapes and wine wafted into the air as slender, well-defined fingers drew four cards and placed them on the table.