[Marriage first, love later / mutually exclusive devotion / slow-burn romance / older man]
[Cold, abstinent professor on a pedestal x ambitious, resilient resident doctor x seven-year age gap]
Reader’s note: This is a sweet romance, a very sweet romance. If you prefer angst, please move along.
With Kangde deep in financial trouble, how will the well-behaved Wen Xi shoulder the burden of saving her family?
Wen Xi’s marriage has been put on the agenda.
The He family of the capital doesn’t lay an egg without a reason. Old Master He says his family has more men than women, so the Wen family can take its pick.
Once they choose, the He family won’t just send over a grandson for free. He’ll even come with a dowry and marry into the Wen family… In short, the Wen family won’t lose out.
The only condition He Tingchu sets for agreeing to the match is that Old Master He invest in his Hanyu Tech. The famously aloof, abstinent Professor He of Peking University is said to be old-fashioned and clueless about romance, and perhaps not entirely straight.
The handsome He: He’s unmarried, but he has a child. Who would be foolish enough to want a man nearing thirty?
At first glance, Wen Xi picks He’s second son, the big star He Wangye.
The good news: He wasn’t chosen.
He Tingchu feigns composure. “Staying unmarried and childless keeps you safe. Who has nothing better to do than humor Wen Qiqi, that little crybaby?”
The bad news: Just before the wedding, He Tingyou runs away, and Old Master He sets his sights on him instead.
Wen Xi stands before him in her wedding dress.
“He Tingchu, I’m formally proposing to you.”
“Will… you say yes?”
The man’s gaze is deep. “Wen Qiqi, thank goodness you’re not blind.”
After the wedding, Professor He’s sweet little wife instantly turns into a fierce little kitten. The professor can only spend every night washing the bedsheets on the balcony…
Newlywed passion consumes him. He gets jealous, he gets possessive, and he loses control one step at a time.
“Professor He, what happened to being calm and composed? I want to live separately.”
Dedicated to, my dearest fans, if you all read this and don't give me a like or comment, it would make me very sad.
I always tell you the crazy stories in my head, but you are as quiet as quails.
To put it bluntly, I made poor money without making any money. The data of this book was actually pretty good at the beginning, but it may be that I didn't follow up too much later, so it unsurprisingly faltered again.
In the background I can see so many babies interacting with me all the time. I love you, you keep me going.
I just like writing but I don't have much desire for money, so I rush into the market again and again. The nature of my work means that I really don't have time to research what kind of online articles can be welcomed by the market.
Since working during the day has exhausted all my brain cells, my book is to decompress, decompress,
So, if I can't be brain-dead, how can I be brain-dead?
How to slap someone in the face and how to be so bloody?
How to reverse it?
Why torture? Life is already hard enough, why should we suffer more?
I have always wanted to write a romantic and sweet article, so I put pen to paper.
Therefore, it is normal for it to pounce on the street.
Every time after I threw myself on the street, I almost died of heartache, speechless and choked, as if the child I gave birth to in ten months was so ordinary and unsatisfactory. I felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, very defeated, and I felt sad and emo.
Many times, I told my friends that I was emo, and they asked me what was wrong, and I said, I emo again.
My friends can't understand. In their eyes, I am a winner in life. I have a smooth journey. The biggest hardship I have ever suffered is in writing. My friends told me that if writing makes you emo, don't write. However, if I don't write, my hands will shake... As if my soul has been drained and I will die. So if I don't write, I won't be happy... Writing - despair, not writing, unhappy, what should I do...
Writing is my addiction, and it's a very strong addiction, so I continue to write and continue to fight... The whole internal friction and endless cycle...
My family tells me to go outdoors, do extreme sports, and grow wildly, but I just like to sit quietly at my desk, turn on my Bluetooth headset, and write immersedly.
Thanks to my job, I don't have any financial pressure. If I relied on writing to make a living, my body would probably be hard...
I simply like to write, what's going on.
When I dream back at midnight, I always have the existence of my characters in my mind, and they seem to live in another parallel world.
It's time to say goodbye to the lovely He Tingchu and Wen Xi in my heart.
Many of the names are those of people around me. If my colleagues happen to see them, please don't mind.
He Tingchu, Wen Xi, let's meet again in the next parallel world.
Goodbye, my dear readers, thank you for liking He Tingchu and Wen Xi in my heart. I would be very grateful if you could leave your voice. At least I know that I am not the only one who likes them...
Wish you all always be sincere and loving.
My thoughts, finally, thanks.
Goodbye.
I am still typing when I get home after working overtime. My dears, you are too quiet... I will really cry.
After the third update, just for the finale, my heart was broken.
A true warrior dares to face the bleak life... My thoughts.
It's coming to an end soon... I rushed to my grandma's house, and the treasures who still insist on watching are all the warriors in my heart...
I asked for comments as usual, but there are still zero comments so far, and I have begun to doubt my life.
A little bit of knowledge, the human skeleton is a must-have for medical students, and my friend owns one.
My dears, I haven't commented until I write this. Someone please break the curse for me. I'm almost broken. Even if you scold me, it's okay. I'm so lonely. A single machine will really break. [Expression] [expression] [expression] [expression]
Recruiting Bao who broke the first evaluation, I really want to cry, but he is as quiet as a quail
Our little sister is very slow, wait for her to wake up.
Dedicated to, my dearest fans, if you all read this and don't give me a like or comment, it would make me very sad. I always tell you the crazy stories in my head, but you are as quiet as quails. To put it bluntly, I made poor money without making any money. The data of this book was actually pretty good at the beginning, but it may be that I didn't follow up too much later, so it unsurprisingly faltered again. In the background I can see so many babies interacting with me all the time. I love you, you keep me going. I just like writing but I don't have much desire for money, so I rush into the market again and again. The nature of my work means that I really don't have time to research what kind of online articles can be welcomed by the market. Since working during the day has exhausted all my brain cells, my book is to decompress, decompress, So, if I can't be brain-dead, how can I be brain-dead? How to slap someone in the face and how to be so bloody? How to reverse it? Why torture? Life is already hard enough, why should we suffer more? I have always wanted to write a romantic and sweet article, so I put pen to paper. Therefore, it is normal for it to pounce on the street. Every time after I threw myself on the street, I almost died of heartache, speechless and choked, as if the child I gave birth to in ten months was so ordinary and unsatisfactory. I felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, very defeated, and I felt sad and emo. Many times, I told my friends that I was emo, and they asked me what was wrong, and I said, I emo again. My friends can't understand. In their eyes, I am a winner in life. I have a smooth journey. The biggest hardship I have ever suffered is in writing. My friends told me that if writing makes you emo, don't write. However, if I don't write, my hands will shake... As if my soul has been drained and I will die. So if I don't write, I won't be happy... Writing - despair, not writing, unhappy, what should I do... Writing is my addiction, and it's a very strong addiction, so I continue to write and continue to fight... The whole internal friction and endless cycle... My family tells me to go outdoors, do extreme sports, and grow wildly, but I just like to sit quietly at my desk, turn on my Bluetooth headset, and write immersedly. Thanks to my job, I don't have any financial pressure. If I relied on writing to make a living, my body would probably be hard... I simply like to write, what's going on. When I dream back at midnight, I always have the existence of my characters in my mind, and they seem to live in another parallel world. It's time to say goodbye to the lovely He Tingchu and Wen Xi in my heart. Many of the names are those of people around me. If my colleagues happen to see them, please don't mind. He Tingchu, Wen Xi, let's meet again in the next parallel world. Goodbye, my dear readers, thank you for liking He Tingchu and Wen Xi in my heart. I would be very grateful if you could leave your voice. At least I know that I am not the only one who likes them... Wish you all always be sincere and loving. My thoughts, finally, thanks. Goodbye.
I am still typing when I get home after working overtime. My dears, you are too quiet... I will really cry.
After the third update, just for the finale, my heart was broken.
A true warrior dares to face the bleak life... My thoughts.
It's coming to an end soon... I rushed to my grandma's house, and the treasures who still insist on watching are all the warriors in my heart...
I asked for comments as usual, but there are still zero comments so far, and I have begun to doubt my life.
A little bit of knowledge, the human skeleton is a must-have for medical students, and my friend owns one.
My dears, I haven't commented until I write this. Someone please break the curse for me. I'm almost broken. Even if you scold me, it's okay. I'm so lonely. A single machine will really break. [Expression] [expression] [expression] [expression]
Recruiting Bao who broke the first evaluation, I really want to cry, but he is as quiet as a quail
Our little sister is very slow, wait for her to wake up.