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

Are you coming tonight?

Wen Yan, holding her phone, sat down next to someone and asked softly.

Shen Yanru paused for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, her tone cold and arrogant as she retorted irritably, "What am I doing here? I'm very busy right now. Also... don't call me so often anymore."

After confirming that it was safe tonight, the mature female vice principal turned to look at Chen Yu and muttered leisurely, "Are you working overtime in the lab?"

"What's it to you?"

The mature female professor maintained her aloof attitude, her words laced with hostility and full of aggression.

"I was just asking casually..."

"Oh, right."

Wen Yan withdrew her gaze and sat there casually, saying, "It seems there are still a few single apartments left in the school. Do you have any students you want to arrange for them? The requirements can be relaxed a bit, just use doctoral students as the application standard."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu shrank back, a sense of unease creeping into his mind... He never expected to experience the rules of personalized customization.

"unnecessary."

"Is there anything else?"

"That's all, I'm hanging up now."

Shen Yanru said coldly.

"That's all..."

The mature female vice principal had barely finished speaking when the other end hung up on her.

Chen Yu sat silently to the side, but from their conversation, it was clear that things had reached a point of irreconcilable conflict. Despite Shen Yanru's bad attitude, Wen Yan's wasn't much better; beneath her gentle exterior lay a cunning mind. After all, how could a 35-year-old who became the vice-principal of a university be a kind-hearted little white rabbit?

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Wen Yan didn't ask him for help; instead, she wanted him to say it himself.

"..."

Actually...

"I wish I could live in your house forever!"

Since the mature female vice principal had made her point clear, Chen Yu naturally went along with it, smiling and saying, "I don't know why, but staying at your house... feels very comfortable and cozy, like being at home."

Wen Yan rolled her eyes at him, then smiled and said playfully, "You're so sweet-talking..."

The issue of accommodation was settled, but Chen Yu still needed to take care of another matter: to send a notification to his roommate that he wouldn't be coming back tonight.

Chen Yu: I won't be coming back to stay tonight.

Zhou Qihang: ......

[Zhou Qihang: So desperate?]

[Zhou Qihang: Your leg is in a cast, and the rich woman still won't leave you alone?]

[Zhou Qihang: Dude... I'm not envious at all that you've taken a shortcut in life; it's definitely a shortcut you should take!]

[Zhou Qihang: Go! Go! Go!]

Although things weren't quite as he described, thinking about it carefully... it seemed quite plausible. He was supposed to be a researcher, so how did he inexplicably end up on this path of no return? One mature woman wasn't enough... two, damn it! Putting aside whether that was a bit greedy, even a kidney couldn't handle two mature women; he'd probably struggle with just one...

Chen Yu sat there lost in thought. The mature female vice principal noticed his blank expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong? You seem a bit dazed, like something's on your mind?"

"It's nothing..."

"that is..."

Chen Yu took a deep breath, shifted his gaze to Wen Yan, and said with a smile, "I'm wondering... if I can escape the vicious cycle of novelty."

Wen Yan paused for a moment, pursed her lips, and asked slowly, "So?"

"A city shrouded in mist and rain, a pavilion standing tall; a flower blooming only for a single tree." Chen Yu shrugged and continued muttering, "Some things aren't about sprinting a hundred-meter dash, but about a long-distance race where we walk hand in hand through the years, because only time can tell me... that only by taking things slowly with sincerity can we get closer to happiness."

The mature female vice principal maintained her usual composure and calmness, but only she knew that her heart was already racing.

A furtive glance from the corner of her eye... her gaze held a hint of panic, hesitation, and a long-lost flutter of excitement, along with a touch of surrender she herself was unwilling to admit...

"I'm going to take a shower..."

There's a meeting tomorrow morning.

After saying that, Wen Yan turned and walked towards the stairwell without looking back, leaving Chen Yu sitting there all alone.

Watching her departing figure disappear from his sight, Chen Yu's lips curled into a slight smile. Stripped of the vice principal's glamorous facade, she was nothing more than a simple woman.

......

......

Wen Yan stood under the showerhead, and as the steam rose, a layer of white mist enveloped her.

With her head tilted slightly back, her dark hair damply clung to the back of her neck and back. The mature female vice principal, now less refined and neat than during the day, exuded a more unadorned charm.

After exiting the shower area, Wen Yan stood in front of the mirror at the sink. Because the steam had not yet dissipated, the mirror was covered with a thin layer of fog. She raised her hand and wiped away the fog to reveal a clear mirror surface.

Looking at herself in the mirror, a hint of satisfaction appeared between her brows. In the past, the mature female vice principal didn't care about her eyebrows or her figure, focusing all her attention on her work. But now... she was paying more attention to her appearance and starting to care about her figure.

no way...

Because a certain big boy is a pervert.

If you ask him what he likes about himself, the answer will definitely not be his looks or his figure, but the truth is that his looks and his figure are...

"..."

"I feel like I need to start skincare."

Wen Yan leaned closer to the mirror and looked at her face carefully. Although it was still so smooth and delicate, she felt a little nervous when she thought that she was already thirty-five years old. Who knew what she would look like in a few years?

Don't let your beauty fade with age; always look radiant, especially in his presence...

The mature female vice principal started searching for skincare products, but couldn't find anything suitable. Thinking about all these years... she had relied on her natural beauty and hadn't taken good care of her skin, and her heart was bleeding.

Ah!

Starting tomorrow... I need to take good care of my skin!

Wen Yan secretly made up her mind. Her age was no longer an advantage, and if her appearance and figure also became a disadvantage, then it would be really troublesome.

"Well?"

"I...I didn't bring my bra?"

The mature female vice principal suddenly realized that she seemed to have forgotten to bring her underwear.

She used to live alone at home and was used to not taking her underwear with her; she would go straight to the bedroom to change after showering... She remembered the first two times, but this time she forgot, forgetting that there was a strong, muscular boy at home.

What should I do?

Wen Yan bit her lip tightly, her gaze shifting to her bath towel.

This is the only option right now...

what?

It can't be wrapped up?

Because her figure was so impressive, and the bath towel was a bit too small, it was impossible to wrap her completely in it... so she could only wrap her halfway in... which was basically covering her head but not her tail.

Simple reflection, calm analysis...

The mature female vice principal decided to take a risk and quickly rushed into her bedroom.

She took a deep breath, gripped the doorknob, and carefully pushed it open a crack. She peeked out, her head bobbing nervously, and what she saw next was something she never expected...

"Sister Wen?"

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you acting like a thief?"