Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 121

Hengguang Group Headquarters.

The Secretary-General had just finished lunch and was about to take a quick power nap when he received a flood of urgent, overly detailed messages from his boss.

[Within thirty minutes, tidy up my office. Prepare coffee, fruits, and snacks. One of my students is coming to study.]

[Follow the exact standards I’ll send shortly.]

A… student? To study?

The Secretary-General seriously thought he might be dreaming.

Still, adhering to the highest standards of corporate servitude, he cautiously replied:

[President Wen, where would you like to work today? Should I prepare the vacant office next door for your use?]

Wen Yuli frowned, puzzled. Without a moment’s hesitation, his fingers tapped out a response:

[What are you thinking? Of course I’m staying in my own office. I need to personally supervise my student so she doesn’t waste time scrolling her phone or playing games.]

After setting down his phone, the Secretary-General took one look at President Wen’s jam-packed calendar—stacked with back-to-back meetings—and couldn’t help but complain silently:

Aren’t you always ridiculously busy?

And you still have time to babysit a student while she studies?!

A project manager who had come to deliver documents noticed the secretaries shuttling supplies in and out of the president’s office and asked, puzzled:

“Are we entertaining a VIP today? Why so much fuss?”

The Secretary-General gave him a strange look and muttered under his breath:

“It’s President Wen’s student. She’s coming here to self-study. He personally instructed us to receive her properly.”

The project manager: “……”

Then his gaze landed on the lavish display—premium chocolates from Sweet & Co. that cost over ten grand apiece, Wen’s private stash of top-grade coffee beans, rare imported fruits, assorted luxury snacks…

Wait, were those decorative bonsais and fresh-cut hydrangeas?

“…Is she here to study or check into a luxury retreat?”

The Secretary-General sighed:
“President Wen said an oppressive environment is detrimental to mental wellness. He told me to handle it. He’ll even have the office redecorated later once she leaves.”

The project manager was still confused—but unmistakably consumed with envy.

When he was mentored by President Wen during his PhD, it was nothing like this!

On a good day, Wen Yuli wouldn’t grind his brain into dust. That alone warranted incense and offerings.

Was this… the cruel contrast of fate?

He made up his mind. Today, no matter what, he had to sneak a look. What kind of prodigious junior could make President Wen fuss this much?

Of course, he never even considered the possibility that the student might be a girl. Because Wen Yuli was, by nature, an absolute black hole for romance. No woman ever lasted more than three days around his cold demeanor and perfectionist standards.

Back when they were students—and even now—no one had ever seen a girl stick around Wen Yuli, let alone study in his office.

Meanwhile, Professor Huang was still sulking in the faculty lounge, venting to his two assistants.

“What do you think Wen Yuli’s trying to pull? Showing up during my class to poach students? What, am I dead to him now?”

Assistant A:
“Well, Professor Wen is the most popular lecturer in the department. Students flock to his classes every year. Maybe he saw your attendance outpace his today and just snapped.”

Assistant B:
“I think he was just there for Su Ci. She’s smart, gorgeous, and top of the class. Any professor would want a student like her.”

Professor Huang suddenly remembered something. He pulled up the school’s website and quickly dialed the phone number of the advisor assigned to Su Ci.

“…What did you say? Wen Yuli took her?”

The voice on the other end was utterly confused.

“Yeah… I didn’t really want to take undergrads in the first place. All that thesis correction and lab work drives me crazy. Since Professor Wen asked, I just gave her up.”

Little did he know both heavyweight professors had asked for her.

Clearly, Su Ci was either connected or a once-in-a-generation talent.

Had he known, he never would’ve let go so easily.

Professor Huang’s face darkened.

“I don’t care how you do it—get her back for me! I need to supervise Su Ci myself!”

“Uh…” the advisor replied awkwardly.

The only answer he got was a cold click and the busy tone.

He felt like the unluckiest man alive—somehow losing a precious student and still being forced to go beg for her return. Worse, he couldn’t afford to offend either of the professors involved.

Elsewhere, Shu Min had just been kicked out of the men’s restroom.

Still fearful of running into the ever-elusive Wen Yuli, she didn’t dare linger around the teaching building. Since she was already marked absent anyway, she figured she might as well head back to the dorm.

Right as she approached, she overheard her roommate Zhao Xinya, who had no morning classes, chatting on the phone with her boyfriend—giggling loudly.

“Pfft! You’re serious? You mean some pervy girl saw everything in the guy’s restroom?”

“Xinya! This is a serious issue, okay? It wasn’t just me—my buddies got seen too! This is about chastity, alright?!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll curse the pervert for you…”

BANG—!

The dorm door slammed open.

Shu Min stormed in, eyes red, lips trembling. She snatched Zhao Xinya’s phone and screamed at the guy on the other end.

“What’s wrong with you?! I told you it was a mistake! You think it’s fun to gossip and humiliate people behind their backs?”

“Like anyone would want to look at your filthy little—ugh!”

“Only someone with zero taste like Zhao Xinya could ever fall for trash like you!”

She ended the call, chest heaving with rage, and hurled the phone to the floor—screen shattered, backplate cracked.

Zhao Xinya stood there frozen in shock.

“Shu Min… I didn’t know it was you…”

“Oh, so ignorance gives you a free pass to slander people now?” Shu Min snapped, glaring daggers.
“I seriously misjudged you. You’re just as nasty as your disgusting boyfriend!”

Zhao Xinya, now livid, shouted back:

“You’re the one who barged into the wrong bathroom and didn’t even apologize! Why’d you have to smash my phone?! I had so many photos on there!”

Shu Min scoffed, eyeing the cheap knockoff phone.

Without a word, she opened her wallet, pulled out a wad of cash without even counting, and slapped it onto Zhao Xinya’s desk.

“It’s just a stupid phone. Here’s your money. Stop acting like I ruined your life. So petty. So low-class.”

Zhao Xinya: “……”

Excuse me?! Who was the one throwing a tantrum just now?

Too annoyed to argue further, she picked up the broken phone and bolted—hoping at least some of her photos and notes could be recovered. If not, she was going to cry her eyes out.

Left alone in the dorm, Shu Min scrolled through her phone in frustration—only to find her censored photo already making the rounds on the campus gossip board.

Even with the pixelation, she could tell it was her.

Was this really necessary?

It wasn’t like she’d peeked on purpose! Those guys had no class at all!

Worse, the comments were piling up—calling her a pervert, blaming her for not apologizing, accusing her of smashing innocent people’s phones.

Fuming, she jumped into the replies and started fighting back.

Before she knew it, it was noon. Her roommate Zhizhi returned after lunch and noticed her still in the dorm.

“Minmin, Professor Huang took attendance today. Weren’t you in class? I even tried waking you up this morning!”

Shu Min blinked in surprise. “Wait… you’re taking Professor Huang’s class too?”

Zhizhi nodded. “Of course! We’re besties, right? Share the good and the bad. If you signed up, I’ll go with you…”

Before she could finish, Shu Min cut in—eyes sharp.

“Then why didn’t you sign in for me? You knew I was in that class and still let me lose 20 points?”

Zhizhi hesitated. “…Don’t be mad. There are only 30 students in that class, and Professor Huang calls roll one by one. If I called your name, he’d know right away.”

But Shu Min had been stewing in anger all morning. She couldn’t hear any of it.

“Face it—you never really saw me as a friend. You just stuck to me because I had money and was generous.”

“Now that my family’s having issues, you just kick me when I’m down. What a shallow, two-faced leech you are!”

Zhizhi stared at her, heartbroken. After a long silence, she wiped her eyes.

“You can think whatever you want.”

But she was done. No more playing assistant, no more waking Shu Min up for class, no more bringing her breakfast or covering for her. She’d had enough.

Meanwhile, Su Ci had just been escorted to the 43rd floor—into the luxurious, sprawling presidential office of Hengguang Group.

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow across the room. From here, she could see the entire glittering CBD of Jiang City—a height most could only dream of reaching.

“Miss Su, President Wen has a transnational meeting at two. Please feel free to study here until then. If you need anything, just ring the bell.”

The Secretary-General kept his gaze respectfully low, terrified of accidentally offending the stunning young lady President Wen had personally brought in.

And honestly, it was no wonder his boss had issued such meticulous instructions.

All it took was one look to understand why.

Even the once-skeptical, sharp-tongued project manager from earlier now had to admit—some people really were just built different.