Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Xia Yanle actually wanted to leave after hearing this, but due to an inexplicable sense of subtle contradiction, she remained seated.

She always felt that Bai Weiran was about to say something earth-shattering.

"Sigh, in your heart...your niece..."

Bai Weiran interrupted him impatiently.

"Professor, I advise you to speak to me properly when I want to, otherwise there's nothing to talk about."

There are always some people in the world who are unreasonable. When you talk to them about money, they talk about feelings. When you talk about feelings, they insist on talking about morality. And when you talk about morality—damn it, they start talking about money again. They flexibly change their bottom line.

"In short, are you going to discuss the actual price of my niece with me or not?"

That business-like approach, focused solely on official business, finally broke through Professor Wen's defenses.

"…………good."

"Now let's talk about the professor's needs! Professor, it sounds like you're married. Are you planning to marry my niece?"

Professor Wen looked embarrassed, but quickly realized what was happening and began to speak eloquently.

"Marriage is certainly something I hope for. I am a responsible man, but please give me some time to resolve my current family issues."

"How long will it take to resolve?"

"That's hard to say, it could take three to five years at the shortest..."

"Oh, I see. Next question: Do you plan to have children in the future?"

This statement was very suggestive, and Professor Wen's gaze couldn't help but linger on Xia Yanle, from her calm and aloof blue eyes and elegant and delicate features to her soft, rounded breasts and slender waist.

Imagine a beautiful woman pregnant with his child, more than thirty years younger than him, and also his student. That kind of male possessiveness and satisfaction surges up, making him feel as if he has instantly returned to the passionate youth of his teens and twenties.

“I think she needs a child to ensure her future,” he said with a smile, like a benevolent savior.

"After all, I don't know when my marriage will end. For the sake of her future rights, with my children, she will have someone to rely on, and I can also leave a share of the property to the children."

Bai Weiran lowered his head and gave a cold laugh.

I have to admit, this scumbag managed to say things like "I want to sleep with you without protection" and "It's your honor to be pregnant with my child" in such a refined and elegant way.

Just then, the waiter brought in the coffee, and Bai Weiran reached out and borrowed a pen from the waiter.

"Professor, do you have any checks on you? I already have the amount in mind."

Professor Wen actually brought his checkbook with him.

It was originally intended to persuade Xia Yanle on the spot.

A thousand words are not as good as a check that can be cashed.

Bai Weiran twirled the pen, from the tip of his index finger to his little finger, and then back to his little finger.

"I'll fill in the price, and then we'll discuss it further."

Xia Yanle kept a close eye on Bai Weiran's movements.

If he really intends to harm her—then don't blame her for turning on him and fighting to the death.

Life is so meaningless; encountering people like these makes me wish I were dead.

Bai Weiran quickly wrote it down and handed it to Professor Wen. Professor Wen was initially relaxed, but his eyes bulged when he saw the amount.

"...Nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine yuan and ninety-nine fen!?"

All the available spaces in the check's number column were filled.

Seeing Professor Wen's face turn pale instantly, Bai Weiran stirred the coffee with a small teaspoon, and while smiling, opened the sugar jar and dropped sugar cubes into it one by one until the sugar granules dissolved and were saturated, piling up a small mountain of sugar cubes in the cup that was dyed coffee color.

As he threw it, he turned to look at Xia Yanle.

“When I watched TV dramas, there were always those villainous characters who thought they were rich and powerful and would take out blank checks for people to fill in. I’ve always wanted to try it and see what would happen if I filled in all the numbers.”

As he said this, a faint, mischievous smile played on his lips.

Xia Yanle couldn't help but smile along with him, and the anger and humiliation in her chest suddenly eased.

Professor Wen felt he had been tricked. He angrily slammed the check on the table, his face flushed red, tearing off his mask of civility and revealing his true beastly nature.

"...You dare to mock me?"

Bai Weiran spread his hands, looking helpless.

"Sir, have you not read enough books, or do you have a shallow understanding of society? Do you even know the rules of society? This price is not expensive at all; this amount of money is far from enough!"

Professor Wen was older than the two people present combined, and was a highly educated man who had taught at a prestigious university for many years. His words were a sharp and cutting irony.

Bai Weiran sat up straight, twirling his pen, a broad smile on his face.

"Then I'll show it to the professor."

He pushed aside his coffee cup and began calculating directly on the pristine white tablecloth.

Chapter Eleven: Heroes Are Only Worth Ice Cream

Bai Weiran wrote a long string of numbers and calculations on the desktop, and finally circled a terrifying amount.

Not to mention Professor Wen was dumbfounded, even Xia Yanle couldn't understand how Bai Weiran had calculated it.

"I don't think the professor understands anything at all. That's okay. I'll use an example that even an elementary school student could understand to calculate this social formula for you."

"My niece is both smart and beautiful."

"With her talent, it won't be a problem for her to establish herself in this field in the future. The partnership you're talking about now means that you hope she will step back from the limelight and give you her academic achievements in the future. Of course, that's fine. Everything in this world has a price."

"If you think of yourself as a company, and you're poaching her from her own life plan to join yours, buying out her academic achievements, then you should offer a higher price than before—have you ever seen someone jump ship for a lower price?"

"That's one thing. Another thing is that she's good-looking and much younger than you, Professor. It's foreseeable that with her talent and good looks, countless excellent men will fall for her in the future. If she gives up those excellent men to choose you, it's a matter of opportunity cost, do you understand?"

“You were originally just one of hundreds or thousands of options. Now that you want her to choose you, those opportunity costs should be considered as formal costs, right?”

"I think the number I entered is reasonable, even too cheap."

Bai Weiran stroked his chin.

"Two more nines should be added in front."

Professor Wen couldn't stand it anymore, so he slammed his fist on the table, stood up, pointed at Xia Yanle, and sneered and berated him.

"Are you all crazy?! You think she's worth that much? You wouldn't even need to keep a mistress from a high-class club. Don't you know anything about social norms?!"

“…Is that so?” Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“I really don’t know the prices of girls at high-end clubs because I’ve never been there! As an uncle, of course I have to keep myself clean and set a good example. For my niece’s sake, she can’t go to that kind of place!” He then looked curious.

"What, Professor, is this all you teach your students? To go to a club and keep a mistress?"

"........."

Professor Wen couldn't stand it any longer. He angrily rebuked him as "sick" and turned to leave, but felt himself being forcefully pressed back into his seat.

The feeling of being completely out of control terrified him, making his hands and feet go cold.

"You... what kind of devil are you? Let me go, let me go..." Bai Weiran clenched his fist, muting his microphone, and he couldn't make a sound.

"You've talked so much, aren't you tired? Isn't it my turn to speak now?!"

“No, Uncle, you’ve said quite a lot too,” Xia Yanle interjected at the right moment, her voice soft.

Her eyes were slightly upturned, her obvious pleasure evident.

Bai Weiran glanced at her, then looked away.

"It's good to smile more. You should smile more. You look better when you smile."

Perhaps an ice queen looks better when she doesn't smile, but to not smile just so others think she looks good is to compromise one's own life.

These words startled Xia Yanle, who gently touched her cheek.

Qin Yun once said that she is more charming when she is not smiling than when she is smiling.

When he said those words, who was he concerned about?

Xia Yanle suddenly seemed to be gently nudged, and stared blankly into space.

Meanwhile, Bai Weiran had already begun his performance.

The expensive pale gold tie automatically untied itself, like a cool, smooth snake, circling around Professor Wen's neck, and even lifting one end to gently pat Professor Wen's face.

This is Professor Wen's favorite tie. He calls it his lucky tie because when he wears it, things he wants to do often come true.

Unfortunately, my lucky tie didn't work out today.

The expensive coffee, which hadn't been touched and was filled with sugar cubes, floated to the surface, and the brown sugar cubes flew directly into Professor Wen's mouth, which he was forced to open wide.

One, two, three, five, ten, twenty, twenty-five.

When your mouth is stuffed full of sugar, frantically sucking out all the moisture, and you can't drool anymore, the rough edges of the sugar granules rub against each other, the cloying sweetness rushing straight to your head, and your whole mouth goes numb.

"Professor, could you please not cause trouble for my niece... or any students like my niece in the future?"

"They're already adults."

Bai Weiran stood up, walked to his side, and saw the word "demon" with satisfaction in Professor Wen's wide, terrified eyes.

It's so grating, I get scolded like this every time.

Is it difficult to admit your mistakes and take responsibility?

He suddenly felt mischievous and started speaking in the manner of yandere girls.

"...Hey, hey, hey! Professor, I'll always, always be watching you..."

He reached out with lightning speed—

Bai Weiran led Xia Yanle out confidently, not forgetting to remind the waiter who passed by.

"There's an elderly person inside who seems to have suddenly fallen ill. You should go and check on them right away."

The waiter rushed to the scene and saw a man stripped down to only blue and white striped shorts and gray wool socks. A pale gold tie was casually draped over his bare, loose chest. He was tilting his head back, foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolling back. A fluffy wig lay on the floor behind his chair. His head was bald and shiny.

As Xia Yanle stepped out of the store, she lowered her head, bowed slightly, and chuckled uncontrollably.

"...How did you know he was wearing a wig? Nobody at school noticed."

“Men are more sensitive to these kinds of things,” Bai Weiran said slowly and deliberately.