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

Wen Xi was in a daze, and she said a lot of things in a broken voice.

I don't even know what I said.

Those tongue-twisting words popped out of his mouth one after another.

The man on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time.

Wen Xi thought that He Tingchu must be frightened and needed time to calm down.

She's finished speaking anyway.

"Calm down, calm down. I'll agree to whatever decision you make. Think it over and tell me your answer." After saying this, Wen Xi hung up the phone without hesitation.

Her chest heaved, and she gasped for breath, clutching her heaving chest.

-

When Assistant Wang pushed open the door and came in, he saw his boss, tall and slender, leaning lazily in his executive chair with a worthless smile on his face.

The assistant covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

"Mr. He, your signature is needed," Assistant Wang reported in a low voice.

He Tingchu couldn't hide his smile. He took the pen from his assistant, signed his name with vigorous strokes, waved his hand, and the assistant quietly closed the door and left.

"Assistant Wang, how is President He's mood today?" the technical director asked as he stepped forward.

The technical upgrade ran into problems again that day, and the technical director was genuinely worried.

"It looks good," Wang Ke replied.

"Thank goodness." The director was about to push the door open and go in.

"Going in now, you might die," the assistant whispered a warning.

-

When Zhao Jingzhi returned to the office, Xiao Li told her,

"Dr. Wen has been looking for you several times; he seems extremely anxious."

After saying "oh," Zhao Jingzhi returned to her office and checked her phone to see Wen Xi's message.

She burst into laughter.

This fool thinks she's hired a male model. She wanted to tease Wen Xi, but then she thought that Wen Xi had been living in fear all morning, and if she kept it a secret, she was afraid Wen Xi's heart would explode.

So she went out and immediately saw Wen Xi hiding in a secluded corner like a silly goose, making a phone call with a guilty look on his face. She didn't want to eavesdrop, but she still heard a few words.

Zhao Jingzhi was almost dying of laughter. Wen Xi had just hung up the phone. She patted Wen Xi on the shoulder and said...

"What male model? Where did you find him?"

"...You...you, I've been looking for you...I'm dead. When did you leave? Why didn't you take me with you? Zhao Jingzhi, you've killed me."

Zhao Jingzhi feigned a serious expression:

"What exactly happened?" Zhao Jingzhi asked deliberately.

"I...I slept with a male model...I cheated on him, what should I do...Waaah, I'm such a scumbag." Wen Xi raised her blood-red eyes.

She was almost crying from fright.

"Oh, male model, let me find you some photos of your male model." Zhao Jingzhi wanted to tease her.

This sentence terrified Wen Xi.

"┭┮﹏┭┮, waaaaah..." Wen Xi completely broke down, sat down on the ground, and burst into tears.

"Baby, don't cry. There were no male models at all. The person who picked you up last night was your husband... Otherwise, how could I hand you over to someone else? I, Zhao Jingzhi, am not that tasteless, am I?" Zhao Jingzhi quickly explained, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't lie to me, my husband is in Haicheng... Can't you come up with a plausible lie?" Wen Xi just wouldn't believe it.

Fortunately, she had evidence.

"I swear, it really is your husband... Luckily I have proof." Zhao Jingzhi pulled out the photos she had secretly taken last night.

Wen Xi stared intently. In the photo, He Tingchu was pressing her head down and shoving her into a Maybach; the man's profile was striking.

"Even though it's just a side profile, your own husband couldn't possibly not recognize you, could he?"

Wen Xi paused for a moment, then the blurry outline of the face in his mind gradually became clearer. Wen Xi gritted his teeth:

"He Tingchu..."

"I'm going to destroy you."

-

He Tingchu sneezed several times, his ears burning, as if someone was cursing him with deep resentment.

Wen Xi's call came in immediately. The man glanced at the caller ID, then slammed the phone into Wang Ke's hand as if it were poisoned.

"Can you answer this phone for me? My wife will ask, just tell her I'm in a meeting..."

He Tingchu turned on speakerphone, and Wang Ke gave an "OK" sign.

"He Tingchu!" The roar of the lioness from Hedong seemed to pierce his eardrums.

"Madam, are you looking for President He? I'm Wang Ke, the president's assistant at Hanyu. President He just went to a meeting and didn't take his phone with him."

Wen Xi suppressed his near-explosive anger and restrained his tone:

"Please have him call me back when he's done."

"Yes, ma'am." The call was disconnected.

He Tingchu took a deep breath.

"Wang Ke, well done."

Who would have thought that the cold-faced Yama King would be so afraid of his wife?

Wang Ke's lips twitched.

It really proves the old saying: one thing subdues another.

Each monkey has its own way of being leashed.

Hospital cafeteria

Zhao Jingzhi chose to confess and told Wen Xi everything that had happened the night before.

"I waited at the nightclub for three hours until your husband arrived before the handover took place."

"Sister, your husband is so handsome and amazing, but he's also so fierce. One look from him and I thought he was going to kill me. I'm so lucky to be able to see the sun today."

"I'll never go to bars with you again."

Zhao Jingzhi thought to herself, although the man was really handsome, she really didn't dare to have any improper thoughts about him.

I don't know how Wen Xi dared to do that?

I didn't expect that this young girl would be so brave at such a young age.

"Wow, last night was pretty intense..." Zhao Jingzhi pointed to the hickey on her neck.

"..." Wen Xi pulled the zipper of his hoodie up a little.

"I'll cover it up in a bit." Zhao Jingzhi looked up and placed the powder puff on the table.

Terrified, Wen Xi almost thought He Tingchu was going to kill her.

When the truth finally came out, she finally felt relieved, but the thought that she had been taken advantage of by that scoundrel last night made her furious and feel like she had been cheated out of her life.

They actually managed to escape.

She would never let it go easily.

The two spoke in hushed tones for a while, then Wen Xi changed the subject. Soon, two other male resident doctors he knew came over with their trays and sat down.

"Have you heard? They say that this year, we poor resident doctors are staying behind for the Spring Festival."

"Damn, no way! Our wages are so low, why are they exploiting us?" Zhao Jingzhi rolled up her sleeves, the first to object.

She had already promised her husband that they would spend the Spring Festival in Sanya.

"I haven't seen my girlfriend for six months. If I don't go back soon, I'm afraid she'll break up with me," the male doctor lamented.

"Wen Xi, what about you?"

Wen Xi blinked. She also wanted to go back to Haicheng. She had been away from home for half a year, the longest she had ever been away from home. How could she not miss her family?

However, she can stay at the hospital if it needs her.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm like a fish on a chopping board, at their mercy. I have to obey their orders."

"No, we must join hands to fight against unfair treatment. Don't resident physicians have rights?" Zhao Jingzhi urged.

Xiao Jingping happened to appear beside them at that moment.

"What are you resisting?" the man asked in a low voice.

"Director Xiao~" The four of them instantly switched their gazes.

Humility and cowardice beyond belief.

"Sit down and eat." Xiao Jingping pulled up a chair and sat down next to Wen Xi.

Zhao Jingzhi discovered that the dishes on his plate were exactly the same as Wen Xi's. Both of them were from Haicheng, and they didn't expect that they would have the same taste.

Both are lightly seasoned.

"I didn't expect Dr. Wen and Director Xiao to be so in sync... they even eat the same food." The male doctor clicked his tongue a few times.

Wen Xi and Xiao Jingping exchanged a glance.

"We're both from Haicheng, so our tastes are similar," Xiao Jingping answered for her. Wen Xi looked up in confusion and questioned him.

She had previously told Xiao Jingping that she didn't want people to know that the two were old acquaintances.

"Dr. Wen is actually from the same hometown as Director Xiao?" The male doctor couldn't help but be curious.

"We're not just from the same hometown, we're neighbors too..." Xiao Jingping didn't intend to hide his feelings anymore.

"Ah...what a coincidence." Everyone's eyes widened.

Wen Xi's face darkened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Zhao Jingzhi widened her eyes, as if she understood everything.

Xiao Jingping's words were clearly an implication; she was no longer going to pretend. If she were unaware of the situation, she would definitely push the two of them to break through this ambiguous barrier.

However, things have changed now; Wen Xi is getting married at a young age.

She understood perfectly well that some people, once missed, are missed forever.

Zhao Jingzhi could only feel sorry for him; Xiao Jingping was such a good man, sigh.

He Tingchu's face flashed through her mind. Although he was a bit fierce, he was more handsome than Xiao Jingping. Wen Xi must have had her own reasons for making this choice, and she wholeheartedly agreed.

"Cough, cough..." Wen Xi cleared his throat, interrupting Xiao Jingping's speech.

"What's wrong? Is your throat sore? I have some monk fruit tea to soothe your throat, would you like to try it?" Xiao Jingping asked with concern.

Wen Xi raised his eyes,

"Director, my throat is also sore, could you give me some too?" Zhao Jingzhi helped her out of the predicament.

"Of course you can."

"Um, Director, we have to go this afternoon since we have to see patients," Zhao Jingzhi said, tugging at Wen Xi's arm.

Wen Xi, like a wooden puppet, followed along carrying his tray.

"Dr. Wen, do you want to go back to Haicheng for the Chinese New Year?" Xiao Jingping asked.

"I will follow the hospital's scheduling arrangements, so I won't trouble the director." Wen Xi paused slightly.

The man behind him had a furrowed brow.

Wen Xi called him "Director," and the moment she turned around, he clearly saw a fleeting hint of annoyance in her eyes.

Could it be that Wen Xi no longer likes him?

She had never looked at him like that before. He knew that Wen Xi didn't want to mix her work and personal life together, and Xiao Jingping also knew that this was Wen Xi's sore spot, but he had his own selfish reasons for doing so.

He overheard a conversation between young male doctors in the restroom, where they said they wanted to pursue him.

Xiao Jingping also had his obsessions.

He needs to speed things up.