The academic genius started by accidentally flirting with the rich female principal.

"Large single-level apartment".

"Around 200 square meters."

"As for the floor... I want a high floor, and for the location... I hope it's close to the city center. If possible... a river view apartment would be perfect." Wen Yan found a real estate agent and told them her requirements for the new apartment.

The staff recorded her requirements and then found suitable properties on the computer. However, the prices were all a bit high, with the cheapest costing over nine million and those in good locations costing over fifteen million.

"Ms. Wen..."

"I have five properties here, all of which meet your requirements. The cheapest is around nine million, and the most expensive is around twenty million. You..." The real estate agent whispered, "Of course... this is not the final price. We will try to get you the lowest possible price."

As soon as he finished speaking,

He then handed her the tablet computer.

After taking the tablet from her, Wen Yan examined it carefully for a long time before choosing the most expensive one.

"This set is fine."

"Can we see the house today?" Wen Yan asked earnestly. "If it's suitable, we can pay the deposit today."

The staff member was taken aback; she hadn't expected the woman on the other end to be in such a hurry. However, it wasn't really her problem, so she quickly nodded and said, "Sure, sure... I'll call the seller right now."

The young girl went to contact the seller, while Wen Yan sat there quietly waiting for the result.

The mature female vice principal was so eager because she had had enough of that oppressive loneliness and solitude. Ever since a caring young man suddenly entered her life and gave her the utmost care, she had been unable to stop.

Twenty million...

It might be an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but it's nothing to Wen Yan.

"well--"

"Why do I feel like... myself..."

Wen Yan bit her lip tightly, her brows furrowed with shame and helplessness. At first, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and even felt a little excited. But as her excitement gradually subsided and reason regained control of her mind, she suddenly realized... that her behavior was exactly the same as a rich woman keeping a young man as a mistress.

There's a saying, "keeping a mistress in a golden house," but isn't he just keeping a lover in a golden house?

How could a vice president of a prestigious university do such a thing?

For a time,

The mature female vice principal had the idea of ​​backing out, and wanted to get rid of the wrong decision before she bought the house. However, she was reluctant to give up someone's extreme care and concern.

Right now,

Wen Yan was caught in a dilemma, as if two voices were arguing in her mind.

Conservatives say... You're already thirty-five, long past the stage of impulsiveness. You'll only get yourself deeper into trouble, and it's absurd that you would have such inappropriate feelings for a boy so much younger than you!

The radicals say... You're already thirty-five, and you've been lonely and isolated for so long. It's time to think about yourself. This young man is so handsome, so fit, so gentle, so considerate. What are you still hesitating about? What are you still waiting for? If you hesitate any longer, he'll be someone else's!

Just as the mature female professor was caught in a dilemma, the real estate agent returned and told her some good news: the seller had agreed to show the house now.

"..."

"Then... let's go."

In Wen Yan's view... this is the answer given by God.

......

......

I'm very satisfied with the house!

Wen Yan immediately signed the contract and paid the deposit, and the seller promised to hand over the house in three days.

On her way back to school, the mature female vice principal was in a good mood. The thought that no one would be able to disturb her and someone else's time alone in the future made her inexplicably excited, while also mixed with a little bit of unspeakable shame.

of course,

She didn't think it was a secret rendezvous; in her own words... it was just the vice principal showing concern for the students at her school.

Although the reason sounded absurd, it was the best excuse available. Wen Yan couldn't think of any other reason to justify her desires. She couldn't possibly say that she wanted a man, especially a man ten years younger than her.

quickly,

Wen Yan returned to her office.

She picked up her phone, opened WeChat, found that timid little rascal, and quickly sent him a message.

[Wen Yan: What are you doing?]

Chen Yu: I miss you...

The sudden directness caught the mature female vice principal off guard. A faint blush rose on her charming face, and her eyes became even more dreamy.

That little rascal...

They're getting more and more dishonest.

[Wen Yan: Stop messing around, what are you doing?]

[Chen Yu: I really miss you!]

Wen Yan: You...you're still causing trouble? Believe me or not, I'm not going to talk to you anymore!

After sending the message, Wen Yan was a little incredulous. Such a witty message... she actually posted it herself.

[Chen Yu: No, no, no, I'm staying in my dorm room, calculating the hidden flat-band characteristics of a specific crystal, and then preparing to optimize the parameters of U and J in DMFT to improve the consistency of the experimental quantification.]

[Chen Yu: Photo.jpg]

The photos are full of handwritten manuscripts, each page covered with densely written calculations.

Wen Yan didn't understand, but she thought he was quite amazing, and a strange sense of pride arose in her heart. She didn't know what she was being proud of, but she was just quite pleased with herself.

Wen Yan: Hmm...

Wen Yan: I bought an apartment.

[Chen Yu: ???]

The mature female vice principal bit her lip, her brows furrowed with hesitation, and after thinking for a long time, she began editing the message again.

[Wen Yan: That villa was too big for me to live in alone, so I bought an apartment. I've already signed the contract and paid the deposit. I'll be able to take possession of the apartment in a few days, and I plan to move in this week...]

[Chen Yu: How much?]

Wen Yan: It's not expensive...

Wen Yan: It's only a little over nineteen million.

[Chen Yu: My God! So many!]

"..."

"It's all because..."

"you......"

Wen Yan muttered something to herself, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

This resentment contained no hatred, only an endless desire from the depths of the heart.

[Wen Yan: Can you come with me to pick up the house?]

Wen Yan: By the way...

[Wen Yan: Can you help me move?]

She had assumed that someone would unconditionally agree to her requests, but to her surprise... she was rejected.

Chen Yu: I'm sorry, Sister Wen... I'm afraid it won't work.

These words struck the mature female vice principal like a heavy hammer blow.

Wen Yan sat stiffly in her office chair, her fingertips unconsciously picking at her phone case. She was usually so calm and composed, but now she looked gloomy. She kept telling herself that someone was probably too busy to go with her, but she still couldn't stop the grievances in her heart.

Chen Yu: I sprained my ankle...

[Chen Yu: Photo.jpg]