Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 124

After being teased endlessly by her curious roommates, Su Ci finally drew her bed curtain and checked her messages—only to realize she’d typed “Thank you, hubby” instead of “Thank you, professor.”

This… triggered a chain reaction.

Professor Wen didn’t seem to appreciate her being too forward.

There was still an hour until the dorm’s curfew—plenty of time to go meet him.

But Su Ci didn’t agree right away.

【Qinghua Ci: Is this another case of Professor Wen’s kid playing some role-playing game with his phone? Or maybe some disgruntled senior got their bonus docked and is out for revenge—trying to ruin your reputation?】

【Qinghua Ci: Can just anyone unlock your phone, say sweet nothings to me, then turn around and go back on their word?】

【Qinghua Ci: Doesn’t Professor Wen think that doing something so indecent with a student is disgraceful and beneath you?】

In a quiet corner of the parking lot, after chewing through two packs of gum, Wen Yuli was struck hard—square in the foot—by the very rock he’d lifted days ago.

[Typing…]

Five whole minutes passed. The professor known for his razor-sharp tongue in class couldn’t manage a single word in his own defense.

【Qinghua Ci: If I go down there and you refuse to kiss me, I might have to inform Professor Wen that the wind on the fifth floor is rather strong… and I’m quite afraid.】

As this message popped up, Wen Yuli—who had been editing and deleting a reply—froze. His pupils contracted, and his heart missed a beat.

She might have suicidal thoughts.

【Wen Yuli: It’s me. I’ll kiss you.】

【Wen Yuli: It was me last time, too.】

【Wen Yuli: Don’t do anything stupid. I admit—I’m morally corrupt, shameless, indecent, and disgraceful… but that has nothing to do with you.】

【Wen Yuli: Honestly, back in the office this afternoon, I couldn’t resist licking your… I wanted to kiss you then. Come down, let me see if you’re okay?】

【Wen Yuli: I know how this looks, and I’ll report it to the principal and resign. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow. Then we can kiss properly, out in the open.】

【Wen Yuli: Video call.】

Su Ci not only didn’t answer—she declined the call.

He was truly afraid she’d jump from the fifth floor.

Forget “improper conduct” or being “caught red-handed”—he dashed to the building like his life depended on it, contacting the dorm manager along the way to check on the fifth floor.

Starting tomorrow, the dorm’s windows and balconies had to be renovated. They couldn’t risk any student jumping, not even slightly.

Of course, once he and Su Ci were officially married, he’d be her legal guardian. He’d talk to the principal and take her home to live off-campus. Therapy sessions would also be arranged.

Trying to threaten him with self-harm?

Wen Yuli normally wouldn’t fall for such cheap tricks.

But unfortunately for him, he was Su Ci’s only advisor.

Clever move. He accepted defeat.

After failing to reach her by phone and getting no reply to his texts, Wen Yuli paced anxiously outside the dorm.

—

Under a nearby streetlamp, a drunken Shu Min stumbled along with a man helping her, mumbling nonsense as they staggered toward the girls’ dorm.

“Minmin, do you really feel nothing for me? I feel bad for what your family’s going through, but I can’t help. My parents won’t let me get involved…”

Shu Min wasn’t actually drunk. She was a regular at bars and KTVs—this amount of alcohol barely got her tipsy.

The pressure of her family’s company going bankrupt was suffocating. She just wanted to relax for a night. She hadn’t expected to run into Chen Feng, an old fling from summer camp.

One casual move, and he was under her spell. Not only did he order her wine worth tens of thousands, he even offered to walk her back.

Shu Min clung to his arm like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline.

“Mmm… I really like you, Chen Feng…”

Chen Feng’s heart skipped a beat. Testing the waters, he suggested:
“It’s late. Dorms must be locked by now, right? Minmin… why don’t we get a hotel instead?”

Even though she knew he meant well, Shu Min hadn’t intended to take things that far on their first night together.

But just a few steps from the dorm entrance, she spotted a tall figure pacing outside.

She sobered up instantly.

Wen Yuli?!

Was he some kind of stalker?

Why else would he be lurking around the girls’ dorms at this hour? Had he found out she’d intentionally skipped his class and come here to block her?

In her past life, Wen Yuli had been obsessed with disciplining her—he even used his connections to get her blacklisted from multiple bars and clubs.

The time, the place… it all lined up. Shu Min couldn’t think of another reason.

Panicked, she grabbed Chen Feng and fled.

“You’re right! Let’s get a hotel!”

Chen Feng frowned, feeling a little played.
“Minmin… weren’t you drunk?”

—

Five minutes of radio silence from Su Ci had Wen Yuli mentally cycling through every worst-case scenario imaginable.

Another pack of ultra-minty gum was gone.

He was on the verge of calling both emergency services.

He couldn’t let his future wife actually jump.

Tense and on edge, Wen Yuli paced like a wind-up toy—mechanical, restless, and full of dread.

Then—

Two slender arms wrapped around him from behind.

A soft cheek pressed to his back through the fabric. A muffled voice teased in his ear:

“This isn’t really a good place for kissing, Professor Wen. Are you planning to sneak me into the woods for a quickie?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly. Under the streetlight, his flushed ears gave him away.

Wen Yuli slung his suit jacket over her head, shielding most of her face and narrow shoulders. His voice was hoarse, almost pleading:

“Let’s use my secretary’s car.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Is your secretary part of our play too?”

He lowered his voice.
“Don’t joke. I couldn’t bring my own car—too eye-catching. Everyone recognizes it. Couldn’t buy a new one on short notice, so I borrowed his.”

And by “borrowed,” he meant paid him off with zero intention of returning it.

On WeChat, he’d been desperate for a kiss. Now that she was here, he shoved her into the back seat—and without saying a word, started peeling off his jacket.

Su Ci pressed against his firm chest.
“Wait, Professor Wen… can we do this somewhere else?”

His long fingers brushed aside the hair on her collarbone. His gaze was dark, hungry.

“No time. Be good, don’t squirm. The windows are tinted.”

It suddenly made sense—why he’d parked the car in such a secluded spot.

As if afraid of missing a single detail, Wen Yuli switched on the dome light, lifted the hem of her nightgown, and knelt beside her.

He lowered his head. His lips were about to brush her rounded, delicate knee.

Her smooth, pale thighs glowed like the finest mutton-fat jade—soft, flawless, warm to the touch.

No cuts. No needle marks. No signs of self-harm.

Wen Yuli finally let out a breath of relief.

Then he wrapped her up tightly in his jacket—serious and upright again, a far cry from the lust-crazed man moments earlier.

“You’re not allowed to scare your teacher like that ever again. The fifth floor’s too dangerous. I’ll file a request tomorrow to move you to a ground-floor single in the grad dorms. Okay?”

Su Ci was silent for a while.

“…Professor Wen, you smell really good.”

She wasn’t joking. He really did smell good. Every time he breathed or spoke, the rich, fruity fragrance wafted into her face, sneaking into her nose.

Wen Yuli instinctively nudged the gum box further into the corner and casually deflected:
“Really? Must be the air freshener in the car.”