Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 116

In the president’s office of Jiangcheng University, Wen Yuli had originally just dropped by for a cup of tea, yet he ended up being held hostage by a certain student for over thirty minutes.

President Chen, an old friend of the Wen family, treated Wen Yuli like his own nephew. Seeing him with his head buried in his phone the entire time, a subtle smile appeared on his kindly face.

“What’s this? In love already? Texting your girlfriend?”

“A student,” Wen Yuli replied, without even lifting his head.

President Chen chuckled, stroking his beard.

“Oh come on, don’t try that with me. You’ve been here for weeks and never once paid students this much attention. I’ve never seen you touch your phone for more than three minutes straight. At our university, we encourage romantic freedom.”

The unspoken message: Jiangcheng University doesn’t punish student romances. An older man with a younger woman? Perfectly fine. They were only six or seven years apart anyway.

Wen Yuli typed with his head bowed, carefully choosing every word.

“She’s a troubled student. Psychological issues.”

He was the kind of person who either didn’t do something or did it with utmost perfection. His work account existed solely for answering academic inquiries. Students had added him before, but it never went further than a polite greeting or a question about course grading. The more daring ones slipped in a business card, hoping to gain favor for their family’s company.

But this girl? She jumped straight to a full-blown confession.

Bold. Reckless.

Just as he finished typing his cautious reply, a link with pink hearts popped up on his screen.

[Qinghuaci wants to enter a romantic relationship with you.]

What the hell? Online dating now starts with digital marriage proposals?

Keeping an open mind toward new technology, Wen Yuli tapped the link with his long fingers, curiosity piqued by the ridiculous pink bubbles.

But the campus internet lagged, and in his impatience, he tapped the screen several more times. Just as the page finished loading, his finger accidentally hit the large, blinding button in the middle of the screen.

[I Accept]

[You and Qinghuaci are now in a relationship!]

Wen Yuli: “……”

The page didn’t even offer a “Cancel” button. It immediately jumped to the “Lovers’ Space” interface. At the bottom was a giant [Enter Now]. He simply exited the tab with a dark expression.

QQ had a feature that displayed recent updates from your contacts. Out of reflex, Wen Yuli tapped into hers. There weren’t many posts—just a few pictures.

Only through the reflection of a subway door could he barely make out the girl’s face. She wore a preppy vest, button-up shirt, and pleated skirt. Her appearance was elegant and distant, like porcelain untouched by dust.

For some reason, his heartbeat sped up.

He must be seriously pissed.

There were plenty of people who admired him—but to flirt with him outright? This girl was the first.

He scrolled further and found an album: her 20th birthday.

In the photo, a middle-aged couple beamed down at her with pride and affection. Familiar faces.

Su Bingkun?

Wen Yuli recognized the man. With his own status and position, he had no real reason to remember the names of minor business figures. But unfortunately, his memory was too good.

If he recalled correctly, Fusu Industries had recently filed for bankruptcy protection, their assets buried in debt.

So this little Su girl… was offering herself in exchange for bailing out her family?

Clever, in a way. At least she knew who had the power to fill that kind of financial sinkhole.

Still, Wen Yuli had no plans to help. If every bankrupt student started throwing themselves at him, he might as well become a full-time saint and hand out alms.

Better to teach someone how to fish than give them a fish.

He typed back:

[Miss Su, I understand how you feel. But as your teacher, I cannot accept such a reckless request. I hope you can establish a healthier set of values.]

Five minutes passed. No reply.

Ten minutes. Still nothing.

Wen Yuli drummed his knuckles impatiently on the redwood desk.

What now—she went off to find someone else to beg?

Whatever. Everyone made their own choices.

He was about to look up how to undo the QQ relationship status when a sudden browser pop-up flashed on his screen:

[University Student Rejected After Public Confession—Suffers Mental Breakdown and Leaps from Building. Declared Dead After Failed Emergency Rescue.]

Wen Yuli: “……”

A bankrupt father. A helpless mother. A student facing rock bottom, out of options, trying to trade herself for a lifeline.

Fine. He wouldn’t blame her.