Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 129

Wen Yuli spent half the day wrestling with his conscience.

In the end, he decided: they’d wait until Su Ci graduated before registering their marriage and holding a wedding.

Even Principal Chen had said—marriage is a major life event. It should come with proper ceremony, and blessings from family and friends.

No matter how selfish or base he might be, he couldn’t just take advantage of her affection and blind admiration, and bulldoze his way into her life.

That said, under the pretense of “understanding her family background,” he still took her household registration document.

Young girls often romanticize love. One minute they’re head over heels; the next, they might fall for someone new, rush into marriage, or even an impulsive pregnancy.

Even if she someday outgrew him, he figured, if not as her boyfriend, then at least as a concerned teacher, he should be there to look out for her.

In the faculty lounge, when it got around that Professor Wen had again personally funded an upgrade to the campus Wi-Fi, the other lecturers and TAs were left speechless.

“5G campus-wide isn’t fast enough? Is he aiming for 12G just to scroll social media?”

“I heard his girlfriend didn’t reply for ten minutes, and the lag triggered his meltdown. Honestly… let’s just laugh it off.”

“Whatever. If CEO Wen wants to play the fool, we just ride the perks.”

“But… haven’t you guys noticed something’s off with him lately?”

“Off? Like what?”

“Come on, it’s obvious—he’s been dressing like a college freshman. Hoodies, gym shorts, basketball shoes… even switched to a ‘youthful’ watch. What is he, cosplaying a 19-year-old?”

“Maybe he’s trying to bond with students? I mean, Wen’s not like us—he can draw attention with his face alone.”

“Right, because pulling up to campus in a Lamborghini Aventador, wearing limited-edition outfits worth thousands, and switching luxury watches every day screams ‘blending in’…”

Someone hesitated, then added awkwardly:

“That’s not even the worst of it. I stopped by his office last week—he was doing a full skincare routine. Face mask, sunscreen, the works.”

Good news doesn’t travel fast—but juicy gossip sure does.

Every lecturer at Jiang University quietly resigned themselves.

Even after being reprimanded by both the principal and vice-principal—told that his flashy lifestyle was a bad influence on students—Wen Yuli didn’t feel the slightest remorse.

“It’s common knowledge I teach finance. If I can’t make money myself, how can I inspire my students?”

Principal Chen paused, seriously considering it.

Fair point, actually. Part of the reason his classes were always packed was precisely because he was wealthy and taught students how to get wealthy.

Later, data from the academic office showed Wen’s classes had the lowest rate of students slacking off, checking phones, or chatting.

They were either focused on his very questionable outfit of the day… or watching a certain girl in the front row.

Either way, attention stayed near the lectern.

By Wen Yuli’s insistence, his class venue had moved from a regular lecture hall to the university’s main auditorium—big enough to fit a thousand students.

Even then, demand exceeded supply, and many students still got turned away.

Professor Huang grumbled to his TA for days:

“See?! I told you—he seduced your junior Su Ci just to boost his ego and use her as bait to reel in more students!”

Wen Yuli didn’t care how the cranky old man interpreted things.

He did all of it for one reason only: to supervise his little one’s studies every day.

Still, one downside—bigger classrooms meant more people eyeing his girl.

In one ten-minute break between classes, who knew how many guys tried to strike up a conversation with the studious girl under the pretense of “asking academic questions.”

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“Buzz buzz—”

Su Ci looked at her vibrating phone. It was a WeChat message from Wen Yuli—two photos that made no immediate sense.

Elegant, antique-style celadon tea cups, filled with steaming green tea.

[Su Ci: Professor Wen, are you being jealous again? Are you trying to hint there are two ‘green teas’ around me?]

[Typing…]

[Wen Yuli: No. The weather’s dry. Drink more warm water.]

Back in the staff lounge, Wen Yuli put down his phone and dragged a hand over his face in quiet defeat.

How could she not get what he meant?

Was she genuinely oblivious, or just teasing him on purpose?

It had taken him over half an hour to find the perfect matching aesthetic: a couple-themed photo set with “Wen” (warm tea) and “Ci” (porcelain cup)—all the right symbols.

At this moment, Wen Yuli deeply regretted not registering their marriage, not holding the ceremony, and most of all—not announcing it to the world.

Especially when clueless pursuers kept crowding around her.

But marriage meant resignation. Once they made it official, he could no longer justify hovering near her under the guise of “academic supervision.”

Who knew what some obsessed stalker might do?

He was Wen Yuli—CEO of Hengguang Group—and for the first time in his smooth, successful life, he found himself helplessly torn and deeply anxious.

He couldn’t always watch over Su Ci. When they weren’t together, he’d spam her with messages like a teenager in love.

[Back to the office today. Had a sandwich and sunny-side-up eggs for breakfast. Auntie’s bringing you your nutritional lunchbox.]

[Have you eaten yet? I tried a dish with a client just now, had the restaurant prep one for delivery to you.]

[We’re off next month. Do you want to go abroad together?]

[Honesty is important in a relationship. I’ll be real with you—heading to London for a work trip next month. Want to sneak my little one in my suitcase.]

[Okay I have a meeting in two minutes.]

[Actually, never mind the meeting. A bunch of freeloaders pitching worse ideas than your homework.]

[…]

[Class ended five minutes ago. Still no reply. Is it lag, dead battery, or are you just busy?]

[Little one, don’t do this. Text me back.]

[Don’t make me beg. I’ll give you three kisses tonight.]

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Wen Yuli had his timing down to the second.

Su Ci had just gotten out of class, but was immediately summoned by Professor Huang to his office, leaving no time to check her phone.

“Su, listen—there’s a summer camp. If you perform well, it gives you a leg up for grad school admissions.”

Professor Huang smiled kindly, dangling the olive branch.

If he couldn’t be her undergrad advisor, he could still aim to become her grad advisor. What did a guy like Wen Yuli have that decades of his academic experience didn’t?

He couldn’t bear to see such a good seedling wasted.

Su Ci blinked. “Professor Huang, I’m only a sophomore. I haven’t started preparing for grad school yet.”

“That’s fine. Just think of it as a trip with your seniors. Get a feel for the system early…”

He laid out the research his assistant had gathered.

“Don’t worry about your family company’s situation—I’ve already arranged some help. Just focus on your studies. Let me know if Wen tries to use it against you again.”

“Tell him you’ve got Professor Huang backing you. If he dares pull anything, you come straight to me.”

He looked at her with growing fondness, like a father doting on his daughter.

Su Ci: “…?”

How was she supposed to explain that her parents had already accepted their company going bankrupt and were just planning to open a mom-and-pop shop?

“Thank you, Professor Huang, but you’re mistaken. Professor Wen isn’t threatening me. I pursued him first. I’m with him of my own free will…”

“BANG—!”

The barely ajar office door slammed wide open.

Two hours later, Su Ci’s QQ messages blew up.