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

The two ordered another dozen bottles of wine that looked quite nice, and soon, Wen Xi's consciousness began to fade.

-

When He Tingchu returned to her room after taking a shower, she found a missed call from Wen Xi. The man's lips curled into a half-smile.

This little ingrate actually knew to call him; it seems the lessons I taught him weren't in vain.

He had a pink towel over his head and a pink bath towel wrapped around his body, both belonging to Wen Xi.

It seemed that only when he used Wen Xi's things did he feel a little bit of security.

After drying himself off, he changed into a black silk pajama set and turned on his computer while drying his hair. He still had work to do that day.

He made a video call to Wen Xi. Now that Wen Xi was back in China, there was no seven-hour time difference between them, so he didn't need to worry too much.

On the table, Wen Xi's phone kept vibrating.

"It's He Tingchu-" Wen Xi rested his chin on one hand.

The moment the video call connected, He Tingchu was furious.

His little darling was surrounded by a noisy, brightly lit nightclub, with a lively dance floor and a sea of ​​men behind him, wearing vests and shorts, their arms covered in tattoos... with gold, pink, and green hair, buzz cuts, long hair... all sorts of ugly types.

"Look, my husband, isn't he more handsome than all of them?" Wen Xi said drunkenly, pointing at the man on the screen.

Zhao Jingzhi leaned closer. In the video, the man was wearing a black silk nightgown, with a cold and stern face and deep-set eyes.

"Yes, your husband is really handsome."

"Wen Qiqi, look at me." He Tingchu rubbed his temples.

"He Tingchu, why aren't you back yet... I miss you so much... What should I do?"

"I've decided to leave you... Yes, Jingzhi, you're right, there are plenty of fish in the sea..." Wen Xi muttered to himself, the glass in his hand now completely empty.

...

His wife couldn't make eye contact with him, and He Tingchu was visibly flustered. Fortunately, Zhao Jingzhi beside her was still relatively conscious.

"Zhao Jingzhi, right... from Peking Union Medical College, and your husband is... Fang Zhixing."

"I won't hold it against you for taking my wife to a nightclub this time, but please take care of her for three hours. Don't let anyone get close. Send me the address and keep your phone accessible, otherwise..." He Tingchu's tone was cold, as if he were giving orders in a chilling manner. The pressure from his superior instantly sobered Zhao Jingzhi up and left her speechless.

How terrifying, he even conducted a thorough background check on her.

Her background was completely exposed in He Tingchu's eyes. Fortunately, she was innocent and had not done anything wrong.

"Okay, Professor He, I guarantee I'll complete the mission." For some reason, Zhao Jingzhi straightened her back.

It was as if she had committed some heinous crime.

The man's inherent authority and dignified presence made him command respect without even trying, sending chills down her spine even through the screen.

-

"Mom and Dad, I'm going out for a bit." He Tingchu disappeared into the entryway like a gust of wind, and the sound of a car starting could be heard outside the door.

He was so fast that the elderly couple, who were watching TV in the living room, hadn't even had a chance to ask what had happened before his tall figure disappeared. The couple looked at each other, completely bewildered.

"Book me a flight. Yes, I can get to the airport in half an hour. For the return trip, book the first flight to Haicheng tomorrow morning. Yes, stop talking nonsense." The man made the call.

A few hours later, He Tingchu called Zhao Jingzhi as soon as he landed in Haicheng.

After receiving the phone call, Zhao Jingzhi helped the drunk Wen Xi to the entrance of the nightclub.

At that moment, a black Maybach signaled and pulled up, stopping smoothly in the bar's lobby.

A man dressed in dark casual clothes got out of the car, shrouded in the chill of the night.

He looked like he had rushed over; there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, a few strands of hair stuck to his temples, and silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His hair was messy, but he still maintained a dignified demeanor.

When Zhao Jingzhi saw the real person, she was still startled by the inexplicable pressure.

Her face and figure are absolutely stunning, but she's timid.

The man's cold gaze swept over her, and Zhao Jingzhi lowered her head guiltily.

"Wow, this male model looks just like my husband..." Wen Xi was still spouting nonsense, staring blankly at the man a few meters away striding over.

Zhao Jingzhi was really afraid that she would have to find someone to collect her body later.

She lured his adorable wife to a nightclub, and who knows if she'll even live to see tomorrow's sunrise.

"Shut up, my little darling." Zhao Jingzhi, with a strong survival instinct, hurriedly covered her smacking mouth.

"Dr. Zhao, thank you for taking care of my wife." He Tingchu stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his arms, asserting his ownership in a domineering manner.

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure, Professor He. So, have I completed my mission?" Zhao Jingzhi shoved Wen Xi into his arms.

"Do you need me to send someone back?" the man asked coldly and distantly.

"No need, no need, I'm perfectly sober, I can go back by myself." Zhao Jingzhi waved her hand and ran faster than a rabbit.

They even sent someone to take her home; were they trying to silence her?

Even so, Zhao Jingzhi still hid behind a pillar and took a close-up photo of the man's profile with her phone.

He's really handsome, but he also has a really bad temper.

If you can't afford to offend them, you can at least avoid them.

-

"You...don't touch me! My husband looks fierce, be careful he chops off your hand." When she was shoved into the back seat, Wen Xi still clung tightly to the door handle, struggling and refusing to get in the car.

"I am your husband..." He Tingchu frowned.

"You're lying... My husband is in Haicheng." Wen Xi raised her foot rudely and stomped her heel on the man's shiny leather shoe.

The two were shoving each other at the bar entrance, attracting a crowd of men who wanted to stand up for them and meddle in their affairs.

"Are you really her husband? You're not trying to take advantage of a drunk woman, are you?"

"Let her go, or we'll call the police."

He Tingchu swept his cold gaze around the room, and the men fell silent. Shen Fu stepped in to mediate:

"This is our wife. If anyone has a problem, we can go to the police station together to clarify things face to face. Our boss knows you mean well and will not pursue the matter this time. But our legal team will not let those who meddle in our affairs get away with it."

It's better to avoid trouble than to get yourself into a lawsuit over something trivial.

The "kind" men retreated dejectedly.

After a final effort, Wen Xi was successfully squeezed inside, and the Maybach sped away.

The baffle quickly rose up.

In the back row, Wen Xi, with an inexplicable surge of arrogance, continued to grope He Tingchu, using both hands and feet.

"You actually kidnapped me? I'm a master." Wen Xi grabbed his arm, her neat pearly teeth falling out.

"Hiss..." A bright red crescent moon appeared on He Tingchu's right arm out of nowhere.

"Wen Qiqi-" He Tingchu pinched her nose in annoyance, only in this way would Wen Xi stop biting randomly.

"How do you know my nickname? Tell me—who sent you to arrest me?" Wen Xi relented, his eyes glazed with drunkenness.

He Tingchu stared at the neat row of teeth marks.

Should I get a rabies vaccine?

Mrs. He really dares to bite!

Even if she really encountered a thug today, that poor thug wouldn't gain any advantage.

"Your husband is here to take you away, Wen Qiqi. Look carefully at who I am!" He Tingchu restrained her flailing arms.

"Get lost! You bad guy." Wen Xi delivered a flying kick aimed at a certain vital spot without any politeness.

"Damn it." He Tingchu muttered, enduring the pain.

"Wen Qiqi," the man whispered.

"He Tingchu, you're swearing. How can you be a teacher? I'm going to report you..." Wen Xi cupped his face, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she narrowed her eyes and parted her cherry lips.

At least she didn't mistake the person this time.

The Maybach came to a smooth stop in the underground garage. He Tingchu rolled up his sleeves and, without any hesitation, picked the person up and carried them into the elevator.

At the elevator entrance, he met the butler, who stood ramrod straight and pressed the elevator button for him.

"Professor He, welcome home."

"Let go of me, you filthy scoundrel." Wen Xi was still struggling in vain, and punched his back.

"Is Mrs. He drunk? Do you need my help?"

"...No need." The man's dark eyes churned.

The butler watched the two disappear into the elevator.

"Xiao Ye, remember this: sometimes being overly enthusiastic in your service is a mistake. High-end homeowners value the privacy of their private lives," the older butler admonished the younger one.