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

After a night of passionate lovemaking, He Tingchu held the man in his arms, her lotus-root-like arms encircling his abdominal muscles.

Wen Xi was sleepy, his mind heavy as he drifted off to sleep.

The two embraced tightly, both naked. Under the dim light of the lamp, the man was intently playing with her hand, his fingertips circling the back of her hand. He had just teased her too much and needed to soothe her.

Wen Xi felt she needed to have a serious talk with him about the frequency and timing of their sex life. Even if she were made of steel, she was about to reach her limit under such intense pressure.

Fortunately, she used to exercise and her physical condition is pretty good.

But she couldn't be so unrestrained. She needed to find an opportunity to have a proper debate with him, but not today. She was too sleepy today and just wanted to sleep.

The man intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed her tenderly until a dark red scar on her forearm came into view, causing He Tingchu's heart to tremble.

It looks like he's been injured for a while, and the wound has healed, but he only noticed it today.

Last night I was so focused on absorbing her body that I didn't even notice when I was bathing her.

"How did you hurt your hand?" The man frowned, his pain excruciating.

"Oh, I scalded myself when I was getting hot water last week," Wen Xi said casually.

"How could you be so careless? Doesn't the hospital have room temperature water dispensers? Should I donate a few? We don't need to drink boiled water, just warm water is fine..." He Tingchu muttered to himself.

His cool lips pressed against her delicate skin, and he breathed softly, as if to ease the burning sensation on her skin.

In fact, Wen Xi had stopped feeling pain a long time ago.

Two days ago, my skin still felt slightly burning, but now it has scabbed over.

"Wen Qiqi, are you listening?" Seeing that she didn't respond, He Tingchu pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

"I know, I know, old men are just so nagging..." Wen Xi squinted and clicked his tongue.

...

Old man.

"Wen Qiqi, speak properly, you old man, who's the old man..." Old men also have their damn vanity.

Soon, Wen Xi was turned around and exploited again.

"Slip of the tongue...┭┮﹏┭┮...He Tingchu, why are you doing this..."

-

The next day, when Wen Xi finished tidying up, she found that He Tingchu had already prepared breakfast.

She was bullied to the point of exhaustion last night, and she decided she had to confront them.

He Tingchu picked up a fried egg and placed it on her plate.

"Take good care of yourself, your health is too poor." The man's dark eyes darted around.

Yesterday was the last time. She actually fell asleep halfway through, and He Tingchu couldn't bear to continue teasing her.

This forced him to struggle to get out and take a cold shower in the bathroom.

"My health is still poor. I've been doing Taekwondo since elementary school." Wen Xi rolled his eyes one after another.

"Then how did you fall asleep halfway through...?"

"You...you still have the nerve to talk back?" Wen Xi said, getting furious.

"Older men also have normal physiological needs. I'd appreciate it if Mrs. He could cooperate. There's a clause in the contract that requires Mrs. He to fulfill her marital obligations." The man's lips curved slightly, but his expression was serious, as if he were stating a perfectly normal job.

"I think...we should redefine...the obligations and responsibilities between husband and wife," Wen Xi stammered.

At that moment, He Tingchu's call came in. He wanted to hang up immediately, but when he saw who was calling, he frowned, took the phone, and went to the study to answer it. The study door closed in response.

Wen Xi sighed deeply, as if he had chosen the wrong time.

He Tingchu returned to the dining table, looking rather unwell.

"Qiqi, I have to go on a business trip soon, and it might be for a while. I'll have Sister Cai come back to take care of you."

Wen Xi felt a lump in her throat, but she pretended to be calm on the surface, still calmly biting into her bread, though inside she was panicking.

It seems that gradually, she doesn't want to be separated from him.

He had only been home for a day when he had to go on a business trip again.

Yes, he doesn't need to report to her.

The marriage was merely an arranged one, and it will all end in a year.

She shouldn't be overthinking things. Could it be that they've really fallen in love after spending so little time together?

He Tingchu never said those three words.

They didn't even like it.

At most, it was just normal interaction between adults, a brief physical attraction, and the marriage contract that gave her the identity of Mrs. He.

Are you going to have a deep emotional connection with your one-night stand?

It's utterly ridiculous.

Thinking of this,

Wen Xi suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her eyes, but she had to appear completely unconcerned.

"No need, I rarely come back to stay anyway. I'm rotating through different departments these days, and I'll be working night shifts too."

"Hey He Tingchu, have a safe journey." Wen Xi grabbed the canvas bag next to him and went to the entrance to change his shoes.

She neither asked him when he would be back nor where he was going.

It seemed that how long he was gone and where he went were irrelevant to her.

He Tingchu's chest heaved with a heavy, uneasy feeling, accompanied by a sense of bitterness and vexation.

"Take good care of yourself.

Before the man could finish speaking, the door slammed shut, and both men inside and outside the door instantly turned red in the eyes.

It seems that neither of them needs to report or explain to the other.

He Tingchu's forehead throbbed heavily as he dialed the number, his eyes dark and unfocused.

Could you go to Anshi Hospital to check on Dongdong's injury? And also about the kindergarten... oh yes...

It's unclear whether someone has ulterior motives.

...

[Give them a good talking-to if they need it, yes, don't worry about me.]

Wen Xi was still grumbling about someone after getting on the subway, while that person sneezed several times in a row while packing their luggage.

As if guided by a telepathic connection, and feeling his earlobes burning, he suddenly remembered something and sent the message.

[Just letting Dr. Wen know that there's been a bit of a problem with Hanyu. He'll be going to Germany for two weeks, then to Suzhou, and hopefully will be back before the New Year to spend the holiday with Mrs. He. Please approve.]

Wen Xi received the news as soon as he entered the inpatient building, a faint, worthless smile playing on his lips.

The weather, which had just been gloomy, finally broke through the thick clouds and the sun peeked out.

The weather that day changed from cloudy to sunny.

"Reviewed." she replied simply.

Over here, Wen Xi was in a great mood. He changed into a white coat and went to the office. On his desk was a bottle of ointment in a purplish-red bottle, with a small note attached to it:

This ointment is very effective at removing scars; with continued use, it will prevent scarring.

It is Xiao Jingping's handsome handwriting.

"Wow, which colleague is so thoughtful?" Zhao Jingzhi appeared out of nowhere behind her.

"You scared me to death." Wen Xi covered his heaving chest.

"We're leaving soon. Observing Director Xiao's surgery today is open to the public. Are you going? Seats are hard to come by," Zhao Jingzhi reminded her.

"I have to go." Wen Xi turned off her phone and followed Zhao Jingzhi with light steps.

-

He Tingchu packed his luggage and headed to the airport. The president of Peking University and several leaders from the School of Physics were already there in the airport waiting area.

He Tingchu: "Principal Wang, Dean Bai, I'm sorry, I overslept..."

Principal Wang patted him on the shoulder, "Young people are so lucky, they can fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, unlike us old folks who wake up before six o'clock sharp."

"I have arranged an upgrade for everyone in advance so that you can catch up on your sleep on the plane."

Dean Bai said, "Tingchu, this doesn't comply with the regulations, it won't do, it won't do."

He Tingchu said earnestly, "Teacher, don't worry, I used my personal account, which has nothing to do with the school or the company. I was mainly worried about your leg injury, and first class is more spacious."

Dean Bai nodded, no longer refusing. "You rascal, I heard from your teacher that you got married. Why didn't you invite me to the banquet? And you didn't even bring your wife to meet us."

He Tingchu smiled slightly, "Dean, it's mainly because you're too serious. She's young and timid. I'll definitely bring her to visit you next time."

"Hey kid, where am I fierce? Tell me, do I look fierce?"

"It looks ominous." The colleagues standing nearby covered their mouths and laughed.

"You little rascal, you've gotten married but you're still hiding your wife from everyone," the principal joked.

"There's no way around it, I didn't get married until I was thirty, so I had to hide my wife away..." the man said with a faint smile.

-

When Wenxi landed, it was midnight in China, which is seven hours ahead of Germany.

He figured Wen Xi was already asleep, so he didn't report it to her separately and immediately threw himself into the project.