Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 128

In the classroom, Chen Feng was still reeling.

Shu Min, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Wen Yuli hadn’t noticed him. But the girl he took away was truly beautiful; why had she never been ranked as a campus belle on the confession wall?

“Minmin, is that girl with your professor?”

Chen Feng felt their relationship was quite close, yet there was an invisible sense of an elder guiding a junior. It was mainly due to the man’s proper demeanor and temperament.

It was hard for a normal person to imagine a student and a professor being together.

Shu Min didn’t give it much thought, stating confidently, “They’re just ordinary teacher-student. Our Professor Wen is notoriously meddlesome.”

In her previous life, he even interfered with her relationships. It was perfectly normal for him to reprimand rowdy students in the classroom or take away victims to provide care and education.

He treated everyone with the same “central air conditioning” attitude. Who’d be interested in that? She shouldn’t have sought Wen Yuli’s help in her past life.

Chen Feng’s dark thoughts, however, became active.

What should he do? He seemed to have found a new target even more alluring than Shu Min. This time, he’d definitely be a cut above the rest in their bet, making his buddies envious.

Outside the classroom, Wen Yuli’s brow was furrowed into a “川” shape as he scrutinized the young man from head to toe.

He was half a head shorter than him, and his looks were a 5 out of 10.

The custom suit material wasn’t great, the tailoring was mediocre, the tie wasn’t properly fastened, the cufflinks looked like knock-offs of a luxury brand, and the diamond-encrusted gold watch was truly cheap.

He had terrible posture, dark circles under his eyes, and pale lips.

Wen Yuli smiled slightly, delivering a devastating blow to the arrogant love rival without a ripple of emotion.

“What’s so special about eight years in clinical medicine? By the time you graduate with your doctorate, you’ll be an old bachelor in your thirties.”

“I entered Jinghua’s gifted youth program at 14. At your age, I was already a Doctor of Finance, earning over a billion a year, and I didn’t have your audacity or pipe dreams.”

The young man instinctively touched his cheek.

It wasn’t big! He was on the slender side!

He tried to flatter him: “That’s natural, of course. Not to mention a small city like Jiangcheng, even across the country or abroad, there’s no one who can compare to you…”

Wen Yuli glanced at him coldly: “Good to know.”

The young man was utterly confused, watching Professor Wen lead away the goddess he’d been dreaming of.

Had his flattery backfired?

It wasn’t until they were in the car that Wen Yuli’s tense nerves finally relaxed slightly. He gently rubbed his fingertips, where her touch still lingered, and softly asked, “Should we take my little darling to lunch first?”

Su Ci unbuckled her seatbelt, pointed to her fair cheek, and leaned closer to the driver’s seat.

“No, I want to ‘eat’ Professor Wen first.”

Wen Yuli instantly blushed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

After a long moment, he quickly and gently pressed a kiss, his eyes filled with tender and focused affection as he gazed at her, his deep, magnetic voice thick with restrained hoarseness: “Be good. Don’t be naughty.”

Public displays of affection put even more pressure on him.

Moreover, the little one was so much younger than him and had an excessively beautiful, delicate face. Every time he touched her, Wen Yuli felt an intense sense of guilt.

He repeatedly reflected and realized that he was indeed a sanctimonious, lust-driven beast in human clothing.

But he couldn’t let the little one get too carried away.

At her age, she was easily impulsive towards the opposite sex, and many girls even had an “uncle complex.” Wen Yuli didn’t want things to progress too quickly.

At least a year or two, until her mind and body matured further, before taking the next step.

Otherwise, he’d always worry about taking advantage of the child.

Wen Yuli didn’t notice that his gaze, fixed on the girl’s cheek, was excessively sticky and thick, like a jar of unstirred honey, sickeningly sweet and cloying.

“I’m sorry, there’s something I might have to go back on.”

He withdrew his gaze and couldn’t help but grip the steering wheel.

Su Ci tilted her head, smiling at him, both obedient and mischievous.

“It’s not the first time anyway. As long as Professor Wen compensates me with some rewards, I’ll accept it.”

Wen Yuli sighed, rubbing his brow with one hand, seemingly troubled. Yet, the eyelashes lowered behind his glasses concealed a flicker of light.

Rewards like the intimate one last night?

“It’s about my resignation. The principal didn’t approve it.”

“Does that have any impact?”

Su Ci didn’t mind the teacher-student relationship and had no intention of developing any illicit dealings with him beyond a romantic connection. It was just that Professor Wen might be under some psychological pressure.

“Of course.”

Wen Yuli looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Even fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“Our relationship will be misinterpreted, your academic performance and achievements will be questioned. They’ll spread rumors behind my back, and poke fun at my little darling…”

Su Ci nodded: “Is that so? That’s truly terrifying. Professor Wen, you’ve scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you all that…”

The girl’s tone suddenly shifted: “So, can I have another kiss before lunch? I saw you chewing gum. Not like the one just now, I want a nipple kiss.”

Wen Yuli showed a helpless yet infinitely doting smile, saying for what felt like the umpteenth time:

“Alright, you’re impossible.”

She was always finding new ways to ask for rewards.

And he had no self-control whatsoever.

He wondered how long he’d be ruled by this little ancestor.

In the highly private restaurant private room.

Wen Yuli locked the door behind him and then messaged the restaurant manager, asking them to delay serving the dishes by half an hour.

“Little darling, are you hungry? Or should we eat first…”

The man leaned back comfortably on the sofa, his expression composed and reserved, but his dark eyes held a hint of desire, his gaze fixed on the girl’s rosy lips.

That mouth always said such displeasing things.

Making him both love and exasperated, his reason crumbling.

Su Ci knelt halfway, propping one hand on the man’s shoulder. The sofa was exceptionally soft and springy, causing a slight sway as she leaned in.

“Be careful.”

Accompanying the gentle reminder was the man’s strong hand on her waist, drawing her into his embrace, and inadvertently pressing on her thigh, possessively and irresistibly.

The muscles beneath his suit pants were firm and taut, and the little one pressed against him felt incredibly light.

Wen Yuli held her slender, soft waist, feeling an even greater urgency to prioritize her nutrition.

He lowered his eyes, touching the girl’s fair forehead, not wanting to appear too eager. He could only let their noses gently touch, lingering in tender intimacy.

“Little darling, give me some time to adjust.”

Su Ci wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded.

She couldn’t always scare the aging Professor Wen with talk of how windy it was on the fifth floor. Gradual progression was key, and even a kiss on the lips was a big step.

As she thought this, his warm lips pressed against hers the next second, pecking at the corners of her mouth little by little, like a docile animal licking morning dew from flower petals.

He was enduring and restraining himself, carefully trying to please her.

A “nipple kiss” was gentle, delicate, and highly provocative. As a naturally gifted intellectual, Wen Yuli quickly became adept after a brief exploration.

Forehead, eyelids, eyelashes, the tip of her nose, her Cupid’s bow… he didn’t even spare her soft, fair earlobes.

Her ears were an absolute sensitive spot.

When the man’s exploratory desire surged, wanting to delve into her ear canal, Su Ci couldn’t help but raise a hand to push him away.

“Just like this, little darling, do you feel anything?”

Wen Yuli was surprised by her reaction and temporarily let go of her flushed ear tip, turning to kiss her fingers instead.

From the rosy nail beds of her fingertips to the slender, pale base of her fingers.

To observe the girl’s preferences, he kept his eyes open the entire time.

He even deliberately blinked very little, gazing at her with tenderness and focus.

His moist tongue traced the pinkish-white knuckles, repeatedly drawing in her sweet tenderness.

“Something very important is missing here, little darling.”

That should be a unique ring.

The man suppressed his heavy breathing, finally pressing a light kiss on the back of her hand, where faint blue veins were visible. He gently caressed the girl’s taut back, ending the overly ambiguous and prolonged reward.

“Good girl, ask for something different next time.”

His low, husky voice spoke an inappropriate remark with a straight face.

“I really don’t know if you’re asking for compensation or entertaining a scoundrel with ill intentions.”