Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 123

Wen Yuli fled in a panic, lips tightly pressed together, and ducked into the restroom inside the lounge.

Su Ci let out a quiet sigh.

Too principled.

He’s going to be a tough one.

Did he really not realize? In the eyes of a hunter who’d planned this ambush down to the last detail, the more restrained and proper the prey behaved, the more it stoked… inappropriate thoughts.

Ideally, he should be calling her “Professor” all politely—while she slowly, deliciously breaks his self-control.

God, I just want to ruin him.

She pressed the intercom on the office desk and asked the secretary-general for a first-aid kit.

“Miss Su, are you hurt?! Please don’t move! I’ll get the best medical team immediately—just give me five minutes—”

“Not me. Professor Wen hurt his hand. Just iodine and some clean gauze will do.”

The secretary-general let out a visible sigh of relief, even finding time to gossip a little with her colleague.

“Thank goodness it’s President Wen. If Miss Su got hurt, our whole department would be toast.”

What kind of sharp object could be allowed anywhere near Miss Su?

As for President Wen? Well, he’s a grown man—tough skin, thick flesh. He’d probably heal in no time.

Miss Su was going to personally bandage his wound.

They might as well celebrate.

Having seen Miss Su’s stunning face, the secretary-general suspected this whole thing might’ve been deliberate. Knowing how Wen Yuli had been acting lately, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he’d cut himself on purpose—just to get her attention.

Outside the restroom, Su Ci lightly knocked on the door.

“Professor Wen, how’s your hand?”

Worried he’d shut himself in like a turtle in its shell, she switched to a gentler tone.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to touch your face with my mouth. Could you be a little magnanimous and forgive your student’s tiny slip-up?”

Just behind that wall, Wen Yuli had just rinsed the blood from his hand. The wound was a little deep. Before long, fresh blood seeped out again, coloring the water a pale pink.

In the mirror, he caught a glimpse of his own disheveled state.

His gold-rimmed glasses sat crooked on his nose. His short hair, usually neat, was now slightly messy over his brow. There was a faint sticky smear on the side of his face—fruit juice, probably—but it had taken the shape of soft lips.

That kiss had short-circuited his brain.

Which explained why, seeing the mark, his first instinct was to raise his middle finger, touch the spot, and then… bring it to his lips to taste.

Unbelievable sweetness.

When the knock came, Wen Yuli jolted back to his senses. His eyes darted to the mirror again—only to catch himself sucking on his own finger like some perverted schoolboy.

Oh god. And his middle finger had a small cut too.

He quickly justified it to himself: Saliva has antibacterial properties. With no proper tools, this was a primitive but effective method to disinfect.

It definitely was not about tasting a student’s kiss.

He took off his glasses, splashed water on his face, and by the time he opened the door, he had regained his usual composed, aloof demeanor—every inch the cold and distant professor.

“It’s fine. I won’t hold it against you.”

As he spoke, his lashes lowered slightly, his gaze landing—at just the right angle—on the girl’s full, rose-petal-soft lips.

The desire in his eyes, though deeply buried, was real enough to crush those delicate lips to pieces.

Before he could linger, a soft hand reached out and took hold of his wrist.

Her cool, lightly scented touch wrapped around him, locking down his blood flow with frightening precision.

Wen Yuli let her handle his injured right hand. But as his gaze fell to her pale, slender fingers, his thoughts wandered far.

Cool hands, pale skin, small frame…

Could she have… uterine cold?

…

Back in the dorm, Su Ci saw a whole string of WeChat articles Wen Yuli had forwarded to her.

The ones he sent that afternoon were:

— “100,000 Dangers of Dating”
— “Why College Students Should Be Cautious in Love: Avoid Romance Scams and Emotional Traps”
— “She Quit Dating and Published Four Top Journal Articles – The Bright Future That Awaits”

And by evening:

— “A Full Guide to Women’s Health: Must-Read During Special Times”
— “How to Treat Cold Hands and Feet”
— “Three Ways to Survive Your Monthly Hell”

Su Ci chuckled, picturing his frosty poker face sending her these coddling messages.

Their dorm at Jiangcheng University housed twelve girls in three rooms, with shared common spaces. Her roommates were playing games in the lounge and called her over to join them.

She didn’t have a free hand, so she quickly typed a reply and tossed her phone in her bag.

【Qinghuaci: Thanks, hubby. I’ll take care of myself.】

The man on the other side stared at his screen all night, dumbfounded.

【Su, must you be like this?】
【In my three years as a professor, I’ve never had a student so utterly without boundaries. Are you like this with all men? Or just with me? Is this romance really so essential to you?】
【I understand you have your reasons, maybe a complicated family situation, but that’s no excuse for disrespecting yourself.】
【I’ll let it go this time. But if it happens again, I won’t be so forgiving. Even if you apologize, it won’t matter.】
【Still ignoring my messages?】
【Fine. You win. Do whatever you want.】
【But promise me: when others are around, keep your distance. We’ll talk in private only.】
【[Missed Video Call]
【[Missed Video Call]
【[Missed Video Call]

One message after another, vanishing into the void with no reply.

Wen Yuli sat in his office, supervising workers as they redecorated—transforming his austere space into a warm, Pinterest-worthy study.

He remembered a recent suicide case.

Usually unflappable and in control, Jiangcheng’s most powerful man broke into a cold sweat.

What if she did something reckless?

Terrified, he took a deep breath, stood up, and sent another voice message—this time, soft, coaxing.

“Su, I’m sorry. I spoke too harshly just now. Please talk to me. Don’t give me the silent treatment. I’m scared.”

Still no reply.

Now fully panicked, he re-read his messages—and finally realized what was wrong.

She called him “hubby,” and he’d been calling her “Su.” No wonder it all felt cold.

He quickly corrected himself.

“Wife, please talk to me. Let’s go get our marriage certificate right after class tomorrow…”

“I’m okay with going public too—if that’s what you want. I just worry about your reputation. Give me a month, I’ll wrap up this course, fix all the paperwork, and we’ll immigrate abroad to study…”

“You can do whatever you want to me—just don’t give me the silent treatment. I’m old. My heart can’t take it…”

Downstairs, in the parking lot, Wen Yuli had borrowed the secretary-general’s humble 80k BYD and parked in the darkest corner to avoid the building’s security cameras.

【Hubby’s downstairs at your dorm.】
【You liked it earlier, didn’t you? Come down and give me a kiss. I need to see you to feel okay.】