Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She felt unwell, her head was spinning and she just wanted to give the report to the professor as soon as possible and then go back to her bed.

"Yan Le, you're here."

The professor had a refined and scholarly air about him. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and, although he was in his early fifties, his good health, exercise, and attention to his appearance, along with his black hair, made him look like a man in his thirties.

"Professor, this is the report for this session." Xia Yanle walked straight to the table, placed the report on it, and didn't even bother to sit down.

"...No rush, let me check if there are any problems...What would you like to drink? The cold brew coffee here is very good." He spoke with a warm and affectionate tone.

Bai Weiran leaned against the wall, looking at his phone and raising an eyebrow in thought.

Is the professor's surname Wen?

He's quite fitting for the phrase "refined scoundrel."

Besides scumbags, Xia Yanle is also surrounded by these malicious bastards.

Xia Yanle showed no respect whatsoever.

"I don't like coffee, Professor. Please look at the report first! I want to go home as soon as possible."

Xia Yanle paused, glancing out of the corner of her eye in the direction where Bai Weiran was.

Bai Weiran did not miss this glance.

...?

She can see me?

Only Professor Wen was clueless, placing one hand on the report Xia Yanle had given him while elegantly picking up his coffee with the other.

"No rush. The professor asked to meet you outside the school today because he wanted to have a casual chat with you. Please sit down."

"I heard you've been sick these past few days. The professor is very worried. You live alone, right? It must be hard for you to be sick."

"The professor lived like that when he was young. He was all alone, with no one by his side. When he was sick, he had to take medicine by himself, go to the doctor's office by himself, and stay at home by himself. He was even afraid to call his family for fear of making them worry. He did everything by himself. Looking back now, he was really foolish. How much better it would have been if he had someone by his side?"

The coffee is placed in front of me, but I don't drink it; I just pretend to be sophisticated.

Bai Weiran rolled his eyes and picked his nose with his index finger in an unseemly manner.

The professor's expression conveyed a meaning that even the dead could sense.

"Professor, I really want to help you. I can't bear to see you living such a hard life, with no one by your side to accompany you or take care of you. A smart and beautiful girl like you should be able to study and enjoy life without any worries. Why make yourself work so hard?"

"Yan Le, do you know what I mean?"

Xia Yanle showed no surprise, no shock, and none of the blushing or anger typical of girls.

Instead, there was a sense of indifference, like "here we go again," and a blank expression.

Bai Weiran's palms felt itchy.

"Professor," Xia Yanle called out.

"If there are no problems with the report, I'll be going now."

She stood up, feeling dizzy and unsteady because she was still recovering from her illness. She steadied herself by holding onto the table.

Professor Wen stood up and looked at the Ice Queen, who was frail and delicate due to illness, her beauty like that of Xi Shi in her sickness, and greedy tears were about to flow from the corners of her mouth.

"Yan Le, don't you think you need someone to accompany and take care of you?"

"And those young lads, fickle as ever, say they love you today, and disappear tomorrow."

Professor Wen had been observing Xia Yanle for quite some time and naturally knew that Xia Yanle and Qin Yun were getting close. However, Qin Yun had suddenly disappeared recently, and Xia Yanle had suddenly fallen ill. He then arbitrarily concluded that Xia Yanle was currently heartbroken and vulnerable, and needed comfort and support.

“You and I… Yes, perhaps at the beginning we were teacher and student, but as you have grown, we have now become the best partners. We have the same ideas and perspectives on many research directions. Yan Le, it would be a waste of your talent to just be an ordinary graduate student.”

"Your teacher wants to be your lifelong partner."

Xia Yanle turned her head and looked at the man in the sharp suit, remaining silent.

Professor Wen became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

"Do you understand? That kind of lifelong partnership, an unbreakable relationship."

Xia Yanle pressed her forehead and said slowly.

"Professor, you are already married."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, and Professor Wen paused for a moment.

"Yes."

"But that was caused by a mistake when I was young. I only have responsibility towards my wife. There is no love in our marriage. Only when I met you, Yanle, did I feel my heart beat again. Only then did I understand the meaning of love."

As Professor Wen spoke, he took a step forward, excitedly wanting to pull the unsteady girl in front of him into his arms.

Although Xia Yanle was dazed, she wasn't completely defenseless. Suddenly, someone gently lifted her by the waist, pulling her back a foot, and Professor Wen stretched out his arms to hug her—

The lustful man froze. Why didn't her waist look thinner? Why did her chest seem frighteningly flat? And then he looked closer...!

"Who are you? Where did you come from? Waiter, waiter, how could you let a stranger into our private room?" The refined scoundrel was caught red-handed, and Professor Wen jumped back in fright, taking three steps back.

Bai Weiran calmly patted his clothes, which weren't even wrinkled.

It feels numb when I pinch it; I'm going to soak mugwort leaves in water to cleanse myself when I get home today.

Last time, she was touched on the hand by a scumbag; this time, she was hugged around the waist by an old scumbag.

It was purely accidental. Being invisible doesn't mean not existing. He had just seen danger and pulled Xia Yanle aside, but the old lecher was quick. He closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and hugged him. He was touched, so he simply revealed himself.

He glanced at Xia Yanle, then at the shocked Professor Wen, and nodded with a smile.

"...Professor, she is my niece."

The fact that someone suddenly appeared in the private room was chaotic enough, but then he claimed to be Xia Yanle's uncle?

Professor Wen looked Bai Weiran and Xia Yanle over and over, but couldn't discern any genetic connection between them in their facial features.

Bai Weiran took the initiative to sit down, picked up the menu to order, and then pressed the service bell, taking the initiative as the guest.

The waiter was also taken aback when he came in.

How come he remembers there were originally two people in this room? When did this third person come in?

Bai Weiran smiled smugly, casually placing the menu aside: "I don't want anything else, just give me your most expensive coffee."

Anyway, the bill was from Lao Se Pi.

Professor Wen and Xia Yanle could only stand there dumbfounded, watching him show off.

After the waiter left, Bai Weiran smiled again and pointed to the seat opposite him.

"Sit down, Professor."

“I arrived at the perfect time, just in time to hear what you were saying. I found what you said very interesting, and I think you are right. My niece is talented and beautiful, but she is so focused on her studies. All she does is make money and do her research. No one has taken good care of her, and she hasn’t been able to enjoy her youth properly. I also feel very sorry about that.”

"As for official status, oh! Professor, whether you're married or not isn't the point. These days, people want something tangible. Professor, what tangible things can you offer?"

He rested his chin on his hands, smiling kindly, but his eyes burned with anger.

"If you make a good suggestion, I can also help the professor persuade my stubborn niece to understand that the professor is the good partner she should rely on for the rest of her life, hmm?"

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Wei Ran's brother wants a thin veil, shameless, old pervert.

(^-^*)/

Chapter Ten: Do you even understand the rules of society?

"Sit down, Yanle, you sit down too, don't be shy." Bai Weiran smiled warmly, acting as if they were old friends.

"You didn't even tell your uncle you were sick. He had to find out from the professor. How distant you are."

Xia Yanle: …………?

I feel like I don't recognize this man who appears in my room every day, for every meal, from morning to night.

Is there a different person behind the mask?

She was completely baffled, but a sense of unease rose within her.

She chose a seat closer to the wall, while keeping her distance from the professor and Bai Weiran.

She's only not afraid of the professor; if anything unexpected happens, she can escape through the wall—but with the masked man around, it's hard to say.

In that instant, she was as wary as a cat with its back arched.

Bai Weiran noticed this subtle change in attitude, turned to her, and smiled kindly—[Don't be afraid, it's alright]

Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right; Xia Yanle interpreted it as, "Unsolicited kindness is either a spiest act."

The two exchanged glances, and Professor Wen noticed it too, clearing his throat slightly annoyed.

Even now, he still has some doubts about Bai Weiran's identity.

Too young. This "uncle" looks no older than Xia Yanle, and they don't resemble each other at all. Out of arrogance and conceit towards the young man, coupled with a despicable thought, he even suspected that this person who called himself "uncle" was one of Xia Yanle's sugar daddies.

How could a girl who is virtuous and self-disciplined attract so many boys?

What he liked about Xia Yanle was that she was clean and her environment was simple.

After all, men don't care how old they are—

Thinking of this, he became displeased and subconsciously tugged at the knot of his suit tie.

Bai Weiran glanced at it.

"What substantive thing do you want to talk to me about?" Professor Wen asked, holding his coffee. His tone was aloof, as if Bai Weiran were a student who would be working on his dissertation, and he held a firm grip on the life-or-death situation of graduation.

"It's about the substance, talking about money, talking about how much my niece is worth."

Bai Weiran chuckled and tapped the table, causing Xia Yanle's face to turn pale. Professor Wen put down his coffee cup with such force that it made a cracking sound. He looked surprised, yet also delighted.

But Professor Wen quickly suppressed his greed, holding the cup by the handle, lowering his eyes, and speaking softly and deliberately.

"Talking about money is too vulgar. How can a person's value be measured by money?"

"Oh, you don't have to!" Bai Weiran said with a smile.

“We can be less ostentatious, with jewelry, diamonds, real estate, antiques, or even more directly, boxes and boxes of gold bars. I’m a very easy person to talk to.”

"…………"