Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 133

The next morning, as usual, Su Ci went to audit Professor Wen’s International Financial Markets class—but before she could make it past the hallway corner, she was stopped by a girl who suddenly rushed out.

Shu Min got straight to the point.

“Su Ci, we need to talk.”

“Alright.”

A café on the campus shopping street.

“One sec, let me send a message first.”

After sitting down, Su Ci quickly sent a text to calm the man waiting for her to have breakfast. She explained simply that something had come up and she’d audit the second class instead.

Out of the corner of her eye, Shu Min caught a glimpse of that all-black WeChat profile picture, and her chest tightened with frustration. She couldn’t help blurting out:

“So it was you who signed that contract and stole my man?”

“You can’t even drink a cup of coffee freely anymore. Why on earth would you cling to someone like Wen Yuli?”

Su Ci shook her head.

“I didn’t steal anyone. Whoever he was to you still stands. It was your choices that set off the butterfly effect.”

That only made Shu Min more agitated. Whether it was before or now, her family’s company went bankrupt all the same. Why did her life have to be so miserable?

“Don’t twist the facts. You did steal Wen Yuli! If it weren’t for his help behind the scenes, your Fusu Industries would’ve gone under ages ago!”

Back then, it was her Wen Yuli who was supposed to help!

Su Ci sighed.

“He’s a responsible professor. He treats every student the same. If you study seriously and work hard, he would help you too.”

Shu Min scoffed.

“Treats everyone the same? You’re actually defending that hypocrite? So what, he hugs and kisses every student like he does you?”

The barista behind the counter nearly dropped his jaw.

“…Can you keep it down?” Su Ci said.

Lowering her voice, Shu Min finally remembered her purpose for being there.

“You only signed that contract to avoid breaching it, right? You don’t even love him. Please, just give Wen Yuli back to me.”

“You’re beautiful. Guys lining up to chase you could wrap around Jiang University a few times. You’ve got options—I don’t. I only have him. No one else is willing to help me.”

“You know Professor Huang, the one teaching your class? The guy’s a scumbag. He’s been targeting my family’s company. I’m really out of options—I don’t want to live poor!”

She tried to bargain.

“I know you don’t want to either. Once I’m with Wen Yuli, I’ll ask him to help your Fusu Industries too, okay?”

Su Ci asked calmly:

“Then why don’t you just ask me directly?”

Shu Min blinked, caught off guard, and stumbled to defend herself.

“Y-You’re just a college student. What could you possibly do? I don’t want to put pressure on you. I only need Wen Yuli.”

If Wen Yuli could treat her with the same patience and care he gave Su Ci, then maybe—maybe—she could forgive the past and obediently stay by his side.

Su Ci took a sip of coffee and glanced down at the time.

“You should know that the agreement can’t be undone. If you truly regret it, fight for it in your own way. But someone who can be stolen—was never mine to begin with.”

She stood up, picked up her iced Americano, and walked out.

Shu Min sat there, stunned for a long time. Just as she reached for the bill, the barista informed her Su Ci had already paid.

Over and over again—her roommates were cruel and snobby, her professors indifferent, her parents didn’t understand, and her boyfriend betrayed her. Yet the girl she called a “rival” had shown her respect and kindness.

What did she have to compete with Su Ci?

She was on the verge of falling in love with Su Ci herself.

And the more she felt this way, the deeper her jealousy of Wen Yuli ran. Why did he get everything handed to him, while her life and love were nothing but chaos?

She just couldn’t stand to see him living well.

In the lecture hall, Wen Yuli had been teaching for a solid twenty minutes, yet a certain someone had yet to show up at her usual seat. His brows furrowed slightly.

Just how long does it take to “catch up” with someone?

A freshman boy? A senior student? Or one of those young, single PhD advisors?

Wen Yuli looked at this university and saw no one decent.

Everyone wanted to take advantage of his little darling while he wasn’t looking.

Just as he was about to call on someone to answer a question, a petite figure slipped in through the back door, squeezing into an inconspicuous corner and flashing him a grin—she even brought him coffee.

Ah, truly. She couldn’t even stand being away from him for one class.

No one was clingier than his little one.

During the third and fourth periods, Wen Yuli usually made time to drop in and annoy Professor Huang. But just as he sat down, President Chen called and summoned him to the president’s office.

“Pay attention in class. I’ll pick you up for lunch.”

Originally intending to ruffle her hair, he switched to patting her shoulder instead.

God knows what kind of rumors those students had been spreading—claiming he and Su Ci were father and daughter, uncle and niece, even siblings! It made it hard for him to even touch her in public.

But that wouldn’t last much longer.

Once electives ended in two weeks, he’d propose. Get their marriage license.

He wouldn’t be able to supervise her coursework anymore, which made him a little uneasy. Still, he had picked the perfect advisor for her—Professor Huang.

Huang was someone he knew inside and out. Responsible, dedicated, and—most importantly—just as paranoid as he was when it came to people making moves on Su Ci.

The only difference was that, in Professor Huang’s eyes, he was the number one danger.

Outside the president’s office, Shu Min had been squatting for an hour.

The moment Wen Yuli stepped out, she rushed over.

“I know about you and Su Ci!”

A flicker of discomfort crossed the man’s face. Reflexively, he replied:

“It has nothing to do with her. It’s a problem with my own conduct. You can report me if you want.”

“…What?”

“I’m not trying to hide anything. If you’re here to report me, go ahead. It’s my responsibility.”

Shu Min: “I’m not trying to report you! I’m here to tell you—Su Ci doesn’t actually love you! She’s only with you for your power and money!”

Even as she said it, Shu Min’s heart quivered with guilt. But at the same time, she desperately wanted to prove it: that Wen Yuli hadn’t changed. That he was still the cold, selfish man who once turned his back on her.

She had turned on her phone’s recorder. As long as he said something cruel—just one line—she’d send it to Su Ci and convince her to break up with him.

As for herself, she’d long stopped caring about “true love.” She was willing to sacrifice, to play along with Wen Yuli, just to save her family’s company.

“Professor Wen, don’t you know? Her family’s Fusu Industries has filed for bankruptcy protection. She only approached you to help them make a comeback!”

Let’s see what kind of answer he gave this time—after abandoning her once before.

She wore a look of pride and confidence, as if victory were already in her grasp.

It was clear she fully expected that once Wen Yuli learned the truth, he would be deeply disappointed—maybe even denounce Su Ci for trying to climb the social ladder through underhanded means rather than her own merit.

But she was about to be sorely disappointed.

The man simply adjusted his glasses with calm, practiced ease. Even in the face of confrontation, he exuded an air of refined grace and quiet authority.

“Frankly, I wish it were as you said. That would mean, at least in Jiangcheng—or even the entire country—there wouldn’t be a wealthier man than me. Then she wouldn’t be tempted by anyone else.”

Wen Yuli sighed.

“Miss, I’m not sure what your intentions are in telling me all this, but I suggest you focus on your own life instead of meddling in others’. It’s inappropriate.”

It hit Shu Min like a bolt of lightning.

She’d just been told off by Wen Yuli—for sticking her nose where it didn’t belong?

Who was more meddlesome than him?

She opened her mouth, about to chase after him, to ask if he might still be willing to help save her family’s company—
But the man had already stepped into the elevator. The doors closed slowly, shutting out not just her view, but the last, fragile thread of connection between their past and present.

Wen Yuli had spent a full month preparing for the proposal.

He didn’t choose some crowded sports field or auditorium packed with people.
He didn’t want fanfare or encouragement.

He only wanted to hear one thing—Su Ci saying what she truly felt.

Still, he knew she’d probably want something special—a bit of ceremony.
At the very least, he couldn’t let his moment be outdone by the other college guys proposing that day.

The auditorium had been cordoned off under the pretense of upgrading the sound system.
The lighting was warm and dreamy, casting a glow that made the space feel like Cupid’s private temple.

Employees from both his companies had packed the seats, invited to witness the moment and—naturally—share in the celebration candy.

Amid thunderous cheers and applause, Wen Yuli stood alone in the spotlight.

Dressed in a jet-black suit and a coordinating tie, he was the very embodiment of restrained elegance—reserved, refined, and absolutely captivating.

“Su… I… this lecture is proving difficult to teach.”

He looked like the picture of composure, but the way he stumbled over his words gave away his nerves—like any flustered teenager.

“Apologies, Miss Su. May I peek at my notes before explaining this… rather complex life lesson we’ll need to tackle together?”

Su Ci reached for his slightly trembling hand and took the vibrant, blooming bouquet from him.

“Of course. I believe only you, Professor Wen, can teach it well.”

Wen Yuli picked up what looked like a stack of notes—thicker than a deluxe Chinese dictionary—but didn’t read from it.

“This is the final assignment I’ll ever give you, Miss Su. It might be a bit of a workload, but don’t worry. I’ll guide you through it—one step at a time.”

When Su Ci took it from him, she realized it wasn’t “notes” or an “assignment” at all—it was a formal property transfer agreement.

Judging by its contents, she could tell: managing what he had entrusted to her would indeed be the largest workload of her life.

He wasn’t wearing his usual pair of decorative gold-rimmed glasses. His dark eyes, bolder than usual, held an intensity that seemed to reach straight through her.

His gaze was filled with tenderness—and absolute focus.

“Miss Su Ci, Wen Yuli may never have been a model professor. From the moment I first saw your photo, I lost all self-restraint. I even harbored thoughts no teacher should ever have.”

“To make up for those missteps, from today on, I’ll strive to be a good husband—your support system, someone who will turn every wish of yours into reality.”

Amid the raucous cheers and cries of celebration, Wen Yuli dropped to one knee.

He opened a ring box so oversized it would’ve made any ordinary couple’s engagement look stingy in comparison.

“Miss Su Ci, will you marry me?”

“Let me be your backup, your support on call, your first shortcut in times of need.”

The ring box unfolded, revealing dozens of glittering rings inside.

“I do.” Su Ci smiled sweetly.
“But, Professor Wen, would you mind picking one for me? There are so many, I can’t decide.”

Wen Yuli chose the most dazzling pair and gently slid one onto her finger—only to realize it was too loose by a considerable margin.

His always-unshakable face visibly faltered.

Until Su Ci leaned over and kissed him gently, affectionately.

“Professor Wen, that one’s the men’s ring.”

From the crowd below, a certain Project Manager Wei—who also happened to be their senior—sobbed dramatically into a handkerchief.

Who understands this kind of pain, huh?!
My junior has become my professor’s wife!
Once your teacher, forever your rival!

Much later, Shu Min would finally learn the truth:
Shu Group’s collapse hadn’t been orchestrated by Professor Huang at all.

It had been her ex-boyfriend, Chen Feng.

Back at that infamous club, after she’d slapped him twice, Chen Feng had nursed a grudge—and waited.

At the time, the Chen family had set their sights on both Shu Group and another struggling company, Revival Enterprises.
Revival had backing from powerful allies, so naturally, Chen Feng targeted the weaker link—Shu Group.

And after Shu Group fell, it was none other than Professor Huang who anonymously paid her tuition and fees, keeping her from having to drop out and work full time.

But no matter which lifetime—past or present—Shu Min had never been anything more than a mid-to-low-performing student.

When graduation season arrived and job hunting began, she finally realized she couldn’t even fill out a complete résumé.

No research experience. No awards. A completely average GPA…

Job searching left her overwhelmed, but there was one silver lining:
The Chen family—who’d destroyed her family’s business—was now completely behind bars.

Turns out, even without Wen Yuli pulling strings, the Chens weren’t exactly good people.

Shu Min felt nothing but relief.
At least she’d had the sense to cut ties with Chen Feng when she did.

—

At the graduation ceremony, many excellent students delivered speeches.

But all eyes were on just one person.

She had been a legend even during her school years—and now, fresh out of college, she had already donated buildings, scholarships, and an entire fund to her alma mater.

In just three short years, Revival Enterprises had gone from barely surviving to a business titan, on the verge of rivaling even the mighty Hengguang Group.

From her seat in the audience, Shu Min—like everyone else—was captivated by the young woman on stage, unable to look away.

As for a certain once-famous Professor Wen?

That was ancient history now.

From this day forward, Jiangcheng University belonged to Senior Su.