Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 125

Su Ci didn’t press the issue any further.

The backseat of the car wasn’t spacious to begin with. Wen Yuli leaned on the seatback with one arm, his broad shoulders and frame enveloping Su Ci in a tight circle. They were so close, she could feel the heat of his breath.

Su Ci slipped her right hand out from under his suit jacket and tugged lightly at the dark-patterned tie hanging in front of his chest. Her upturned eyes shimmered with a teasing glint.

“Professor Wen, where’s the reward you promised me?”

Wen Yuli’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he averted her scorching gaze. But then, her fair fingertips clutching the end of his tie came into view — and caught him off guard.

“Do you really need it now?”

He pressed his long fingers to his lips with a quiet cough, ears already flushed a deep red.

“When I said that on WeChat earlier, it wasn’t meant like that. I was worried you might overthink or do something rash. I just wanted to make sure you were okay — not because I was being impulsive in the middle of the night.”

Texting and seeing her in person were completely different.

He’d lost his filter in a rush of concern. But now, he was afraid things were moving too fast.

Afraid she’d think he was treating their relationship lightly — like he only cared about getting handsy in a car late at night;

Afraid that if he got what he wanted too easily, he wouldn’t treasure it — and she, always hot and cold, might drift further away;

Afraid his self-control would break — and that he’d do something truly unforgivable to a girl so pure, so innocent.

Su Ci tugged the tie a little tighter.

“Professor Wen, going back on your word? You already lifted my skirt. Took a good look, copped a feel — and now you’re playing the stern teacher, bullying your student? Doesn’t sound very dignified, does it?”

Wen Yuli couldn’t handle her talking like that — it shattered his restraint, turned shame into heat, and left his scalp tingling with tension.

“I didn’t look. I didn’t touch. Don’t twist my words just to rile me up.”

All he did was check for bruises on her wrists and legs.

How did that become “molesting” in her version?

He reached up and turned off the car’s overhead light. In the darkness, he swallowed hard.

“I never said you couldn’t kiss me.”

Su Ci tilted her delicate face toward him, her pitch-black eyes glittering like a snake’s — locking onto him with a hypnotic stare.

Wen Yuli felt scorched under her gaze.

He cupped her soft cheeks with both hands, lips pressed in a tight line, hovering inches away from her — then hesitated again. Finally, he used one hand to gently cover her eyes.

“Close your eyes. Don’t look at me like that.”

That obedient, student-like gaze — the kind that screamed I admire you, Professor — made his pulse race wildly, made him want to do things he shouldn’t. Made him want to ruin that sweet expression with something far less innocent.

Shock. Shyness. Begging. Crying. Anything but that innocent look.

With her vision blocked, the rest of her senses sharpened.

Su Ci waited patiently for him to break his rules. She could feel his breath drawing closer. Then, something warm and soft brushed her cheek — hesitant, restrained, careful.

“Smooch~”

A butterfly kiss landed gently on her skin.

“Is that okay? A bit more than this afternoon.”

His voice was low and hoarse, like velvet scraped over sandpaper.

Su Ci blinked, confused. Her long lashes brushed against his palm. Feeling her dissatisfaction, Wen Yuli leaned in and kissed her other cheek.

“Step by step. That’s all for now.”

Any more, and he couldn’t promise what might happen.

He released his right hand, forcing himself to remain composed. With deliberate gentleness, he brushed her fallen hair behind her ear.

Su Ci said nothing, just stared at him, unblinking. Her fingers had already wrinkled the fabric of his crisp white shirt.

She was thinking: If you’re not even going to open your mouth, why did you chew that much gum?

Professor Wen was a little too pure.

After a long pause, the man let out a resigned sigh.

And then his burning lips came back — no longer hesitant, no longer tentative.

This time, he hit his mark precisely.

“You cause trouble either way — whether I kiss you or not.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Sweetheart, open your mouth.”

Su Ci tasted the cool, fruity mint of his chewing gum — crisp, sweet, and utterly intoxicating.

Wen Yuli made sure she got back to her dorm just before curfew. By the time he released the girl, her lips were slightly swollen and damp.

He leaned against the car door, letting the cool night air calm his overheated skin for half an hour.

Still warm. Still not satisfied.

By the time he got home and submitted his resignation letter to Jiangcheng University’s president, it was already past 1 a.m. The president was likely asleep. He waited but received no reply.

For the first time in his life, Wen Yuli abandoned all professional decorum — sending texts, QQ messages, WeChat, even calling repeatedly. He pulled out all the stops.

He wanted to get their marriage certificate the next morning.

Principal Chen, groggy and irritated from being woken up, eventually blocked his messages and turned on “Do Not Disturb.”

Despite the reluctance churning in his heart, the ever-dutiful Professor Wen still showed up for his 8 a.m. elective class — complete with a neatly prepared lesson plan.

But the student he most wanted to see, the one who had admired him so openly…

…Su Ci didn’t show up.

Wen Yuli felt absurd — like he’d been used.

The desk and chair he’d specially arranged for her sat alone by the lectern, like a clown waiting for its audience.

Still, it’s fine. Most students can’t get up for 8 a.m. classes. He shouldn’t raise expectations just because he had… feelings.

Maybe she was just tired from last night. She needed sleep to grow.

During the ten-minute break, Wen Yuli went to the faculty lounge and pulled out his phone, intending to check in on her.

That’s when he accidentally stumbled upon a WeChat post from Professor Huang, timestamped 7:43 a.m., with a photo attached.

[Huang Shengmin: Seeing students arrive so early to study makes me feel like I can teach another ten years before retiring.]

In the nearly empty lecture hall, there was only one student.

And it was her — Su Ci. The very girl who had clung to him last night, begged for kisses, called him “husband.”

Up that early — without even saying hi?

She came to his office door just yesterday.

And now? Not even pretending to care.

Did he… not perform well enough last night?

Wen Yuli clenched his jaw and angrily commented under the post:

[Suggestion: Don’t. Retire early. If the nation’s aging crisis gets worse, it’ll be your fault.]

Professor Huang: “???”

What’s with this kid? Did he eat a firecracker for breakfast?

He felt full of energy! Young at heart! Why should he retire?

Half an hour later, Principal Chen messaged him privately.

[Principal Chen: Lao Huang, about that photo… maybe take it down.]

[Huang Shengmin: You’re siding with him now too?]

Is there no justice left in this world?

Why did Wen Yuli have such a strong possessiveness over that student? It was bad enough he stole attention in class — now he’s policing social media?

[Principal Chen: …It’s not about sides. That’s Wen’s girlfriend. You’re delaying their marriage certificate and baby plans.]

[Huang Shengmin: ıı|ıı|ıı| 52″]

Wait. You’re saying this beast in a suit seduced Su Ci just because he couldn’t stand her boosting my class ratings?

Really?! REALLY?!

In the 52 seconds that followed, Professor Huang cussed out the entire family tree.

—

[Sweetheart, studying this early — are you tired? Come to the lounge. I brought you milk and a bento.]

Wen Yuli typed stiffly, face like stone.

Su Ci, focused on her self-study, didn’t check her phone.

Wen Yuli stared at the empty chat screen. This lag was worse than a turtle.

By the time she saw his message, the milk would be warm and the bento cold.

He grumbled to Principal Chen:

[Your campus Wi-Fi is garbage. Not the first time it’s lagged. Fix it.]

[Principal Chen: Lag? What lag? I got your message instantly.]

[Principal Chen: By the way, after class, come to my office. We need to talk about your cliff-drop resignation.]

[Wen Yuli: My student hasn’t seen my message in ten minutes. You call that not lagging? You think I’m an idiot?!]

Principal Chen had to wonder if someone had hacked his account.

[Principal Chen: Is it… maybe possible she just hasn’t checked your message?]

[Wen Yuli: Impossible.]

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Mini Theater

Please target Professor Wen’s most vulnerable spots:

• • Professor Huang: Stole my “Most Popular Teacher” title.

• • Principal Chen: Forbidden professor-student romance.

• • Big Star: Wife didn’t reply for one minute.