Chapter 1 The Cold and Beautiful Professor (1)

Chapter 1: The Aloof Professor (1)

The bar pulsed with dazzling lights, casting a mesmerizing glow, and the air itself seemed to hum with the fragrant scent of liquor.

Beside Qi Yan, Triple Zero, the self-proclaimed "Villain Conquest System," was frantically urging him to act, to conquer the villain. But—

The villain was married.

And the husband wasn't him.

Qi Yan stepped down from the stage, his slender fingers lightly tapping the retro wooden bar. He exuded an air of complete calm and nonchalance, entirely unfazed by the system's insistence on conquering the villain.

After all, according to the system's data, the famously beautiful Mr. Shen Juan of Yanjing was newly wed to his husband, their relationship as sweet as honey.

How easy could it be to poach someone? Besides, he had no interest in married people.

"Mix me a 'Rose Snow Mountain'," Qi Yan requested.

The bartender nodded, shaking the cocktail.

A cool mist drifted, carrying the cocktail's aroma. Qi Yan held the stem of the glass, his throat subtly moving as he took a small sip.

Triple Zero, the system, anxiously pressed him to start the mission. It manifested as a dull-yellow, short-winged chick, somewhat resembling Mack from *Mighty Little Bheem*—awkwardly ugly yet adorably silly.

This comical yellow chick wanted him to pursue the married villain, seduce him, make him utterly infatuated, and fill some so-called "affection meter."

Qi Yan’s lips brushed the cool liquid, his naturally soulful eyes narrowing slightly. Wasn't this an impossible task?

According to the system's background information, Shen Juan was a young and accomplished mathematics professor, while Qi Yan himself was penniless, possessing only an ID card and a phone. Everything else had to be built from scratch.

The system, however, kept encouraging him to enroll in Shen Juan's school, blend in with the students, pretend to be one of them, and use that disguise for seduction.

In a way, Shen Juan was now his teacher. A student seducing a teacher—no matter how one looked at it, it was morally taboo.

Earlier that day, as soon as Qi Yan opened his eyes, he found himself sitting directly under Teacher Shen’s gaze.

Teacher Shen, in a white shirt, black suit pants, and silver-rimmed glasses, presented a refined and proper image. A red mole adorned his brow, complementing his strikingly beautiful yet aloof face, making him appear both alluring and distant.

He had to admit, the target of his mission was very much his type. But tempting a married man to cheat and engaging in a taboo student-teacher affair? That was crossing moral boundaries on another level.

Although Qi Yan’s moral compass was quite flexible—he wouldn’t hesitate to pursue a married person if he were interested—he currently had no such intentions.

Qi Yan had been comfortably at home before being forcibly brought to this world by the system. He found himself in a classroom, knowing no one.

With nothing but a phone and an ID card, his pockets emptier than his face, he decided to fall back on his old trade and earn money by performing at the bar.

As for something as morally questionable as seducing a married man? No thanks.

Triple Zero was going crazy with anxiety.

Why was the host still so calm? If it weren’t for the Main God’s directives, it would have restored the host’s memories already to see if he could remain so indifferent while letting the villain self-destruct.

This was already the host’s second attempt at conquering Shen Juan. The first time had been successful, and it had brought the host home, only for the mission to inexplicably fail, forcing them to start a second route.

And… from what it knew,

the villain was already three months pregnant! Ahhh! This was precisely the time he needed his husband’s companionship the most. Yet, it couldn’t outright say it. Triple Zero felt like it was losing another strand of its yellow feathers.

As the refreshing drink warmed his stomach, Qi Yan unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his well-defined muscles, which stirred excitement among the nearby gay men.

A handsome man with a wolf-cut hairstyle and a mole near the corner of his eye sat down beside him, giving a suggestive wink. "Daddy, wanna hook up?"

He was confident, not believing Qi Yan would refuse—after all, the line of men wanting to get with him could stretch from the bar to the hotel.

Qi Yan ran his tongue over his teeth. The drink had too much ice; it was a bit too cold.

Ignored by the handsome man, the Wolfcut man leaned forward, intentionally showing off his curves. "Anyway, 'daddy', you’re alone tonight."

The system’s incessant chatter was also buzzing in Qi Yan’s head.

[Ahhh, host, make Shen Juan come! Maybe it’ll help restore your memories!]

Qi Yan’s eyelids lifted slightly, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips. Large chunks of his memory were missing, and he was naturally curious about what those lost memories contained.

The cocktail glass swayed, half its contents consumed, the other half spilled, staining his collar. The scent of alcohol clung to him as he lazily glanced at the Wolfcut man and retorted, "Who said I’m alone?"

Right in front of the Wolfcut man, Qi Yan, though clear-headed, drunkenly dialed a number. "Teacher Shen…"

His voice, soft and lingering, rolled off the tip of his tongue—husky and intoxicated.

Qi Yan tilted his head back, idly counting the lights on the ceiling. The lights were dazzling. He covered his eyes with his arm, his tone slightly drunk with a teasing hook. "Your student is drunk. Aren’t you coming to pick me up, Teacher Shen~"

There was no response on the other end—only silence.

Within seconds, the call was disconnected.

Qi Yan didn’t seem to care whether Shen Juan would come or not. He waved his phone mockingly. "See? I have someone. It’s the desperate ones who go around calling strangers 'daddy' who have no one."

The Wolfcut man’s face fell completely, but he didn’t leave. He wanted to see just how stunning this person who was supposedly coming to pick Qi Yan up could be.

Qi Yan ordered a few more cocktails. His alcohol tolerance was decent, and after a few drinks, he was only slightly buzzed.

But his stomach burned with pain. He didn’t rub it, instead slowly savoring his drink.

The yellow system chick screamed excitedly in his mind.

[Host, host, you called Shen Juan! Does that mean you’re willing to take on the mission?]

Qi Yan’s thin lips brushed against the glass as he chuckled softly. "The only number in the phone you gave me is Shen Juan’s. And... you’re the one who said it could restore my memories."

"Stupid chicken."

Triple Zero: oxo

If provoked, it would fluff up and crawl around Qi Yan’s feet!

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Qi Yan’s appearance was truly striking. Seeing him at the bar, someone urged him to return to the stage for another song, with the manager offering extra pay.

Colorful, dazzling lights mixed with intense rock music.

Qi Yan stood at the center of the stage, slightly tipsy, a charming smile directed at the crowd. His fox-like eyes lowered, concealing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His slender fingers strummed the guitar, earning cheers from the audience.

His powerful physique swayed on the dance floor, while the invisible system anxiously ran around in circles beside him.

Its wings were too short, and in its agitation, its feathers trembled comically.

[Host! Do you even want the mission or not?! Why are you still singing and dancing?! Hurry to the entrance and wait for Shen Juan! His descent into darkness is getting worse! The world is going to hell!]

Qi Yan let out a quiet scoff from his thin lips: "What's the rush? It's not your world that's being destroyed."

With a light flick of his wrist, the guitar melody soared. Qi Yan raised the corner of his fox-like eyes, brushed back his stray hair to reveal his widow's peak, his features exuding a deep, exotic handsomeness. He grinned roguishly and blew a kiss to the entire crowd, eliciting countless screams.

His white shirt, loosened in his good mood, revealed the man's defined Adam's apple. Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone lazy: "And... I'm really not interested in a married man."

Teacher Shen had only been married for a month, right at the peak of passion with his husband.

Qi Yan truly had no interest in seducing someone else's wife.

He was just an ordinary, 190cm-tall, lean virgin. He didn't want to use his fresh, young body to tempt a married woman.

Calling Shen Juan was already a concession he made to regain his memories.

No matter how much System Triple Zero urged him, Qi Yan remained unmoved, swaying on stage, playing and singing song after song.

The bar's lights were dazzling, blurring people's vision.

Someone slapped themselves hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint: "Damn, he's so beautiful."

Others stared fixedly at the entrance, muttering: "I really want to be friends with him, to be played with like a dog by him."

Qi Yan lifted his eyelids slightly, his pupils reflecting a figure of peerless beauty. The man's aura was like snow, like a lotus—cold, pure, and aloof, not to be profaned. His face was exceptionally beautiful, almost ethereal, with a mature, alluring coldness.

Peach blossom eyes, a beauty mark between his eyebrows.

He wore loose, long casual clothes, the hem hanging down just covering his abdomen. Even though the clothes weren't form-fitting, they still accentuated his striking, cold, and edgy beauty.

Qi Yan pressed his tongue to his cheek.

Teacher Shen... actually came to pick him up.

To be honest, Qi Yan hadn't even considered this possibility, because he wasn't really Shen Juan's student at all.

On the contrary, if a stranger got his phone number, changing it overnight would be the right move.

The Wolfcut man who had earlier called him "daddy" stared at him in disbelief, then looked toward the entrance. The vast gap between them made any thought of comparison impossible, severely crushing his confidence.

His embarrassment quickly turned to anger.

Triple Zero was extremely excited, frantically urging Qi Yan to go forward and say some provocative words to Shen Juan.

Qi Yan, annoyed by the noise and smelling of alcohol, strode over on his long legs and stood before Shen Juan: "Teacher, shouldn't you be at home with your husband at this hour? Coming to pick me up—won't your husband mind?"

His fox-like eyes were full of teasing and a slight drunken haze, his words both provocative and flirtatiously sweet.

Shen Juan glanced around the smoky, noisy bar, then gave a brief look at Qi Yan's disheveled collar, his gaze sweeping over him: "My husband naturally wouldn't mind me picking up my 'well-behaved student'."

He emphasized the words "well-behaved student" heavily.

Someone in the bar whistled, urging Qi Yan to go back on stage, saying they hadn't had enough.

Shen Juan's eyes darkened as he looked at Qi Yan, his aura cold, his words even colder: "Let's go."

Thinking of the scene where Qi Yan blew kisses to the entire crowd, his eyes grew even icier.

The bar's strong, mixed smells rushed into his nostrils, making him nauseous from morning sickness. His stomach felt bloated and uncomfortable.

No one present knew that this peerless, untouchable beauty had secretly been impregnated by a man. To nourish the fetus, his soft, white chest had become fuller...

No one knew except Shen Juan himself.

Including the culprit.

The culprit himself, languidly, trailed behind Shen Juan with long, dragging steps.

Outside the bar was the parking lot, where the air was much fresher.

Shen Juan glanced at him with a faint, mocking smile: "Classmate, how is it that I don't remember having you as one of my students?"

Qi Yan's tone was lightly teasing: "Ah... naturally, it's because I've admired Teacher Shen for so long. I couldn't help but consider myself your student."

Shen Juan only ever half-believed anything he said.

Shen Juan gave a cold laugh, opened the rear door, and got in, saying calmly: "Get in."

The car's interior was decorated with perfect symmetry, a dream for anyone with OCD.

Qi Yan got in, maintaining a respectful distance from the married man. He looked toward the driver's seat; the driver had a receding hairline and an out-of-shape figure.

Probably a designated driver. Qi Yan didn't think Teacher Shen's taste was that bad.

But why would Teacher Shen need a designated driver when he hadn't been drinking?

Qi Yan didn't ask, leaning back against the seat: "Driver, just drop me off at any intersection."

Given his current financial situation, he could only afford a cheap hotel nearby, at most fifty yuan a night.

Shen Juan closed his eyes: "To my place."

The driver, knowing who the real employer was, accelerated and headed straight for the address Shen Juan gave.

Teacher Shen lived in an upscale residential complex.

Shen Juan pointed to the shoe covers, indicating Qi Yan should put them on. Qi Yan complied, secretly sizing up the apartment.

The room was neat, symmetrical, and also warm, with signs of a married man everywhere... like the paired cups on the table, and the neatly arranged used condoms in the trash.

It seemed Teacher Shen and his husband had a harmonious married life.

Qi Yan kept his eyes to himself, not looking around too much.

Shen Juan didn't offer any hospitality, just pointed to a guest room, his tone flat: "You'll stay there tonight. There are disposable clothes and a bathroom in the room."

Qi Yan stretched: "Thank you, Teacher Shen, for taking me in."

The guest room was rather plain. The bedding was in the closet. Qi Yan made the bed simply, took a set of disposable clothes, and went into the bathroom to shower.

The water washed over him, leaving him clean and refreshed. Qi Yan changed clothes and lay down on the bed.

Only when he was alone did the system finally break its silence.

[Host, host, quick, get up and go seduce Shen Juan!]

Qi Yan brushed the stray hair from his forehead. His widow's peak shone under the soft white light, making his face even more handsome. He clicked his tongue: "You stupid chicken, old as you are, not learning good things, always trying to make me a homewrecker."

Completely boneless, he sprawled on the bed, comfortably snuggling into the blankets, declaring righteously: "Sorry, but something as low as seducing a married man—I, Qi Yan, won't do it."

He spoke with an unusually earnest tone.

Triple Zero was frantic with anxiety—so overwhelmed it became reckless.

Qi Yan lay on the freshly washed pillow, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol rose back up his throat, his stomach burning with pain, his mouth dry and parched.

He remembered there was a water dispenser and disposable cups in the living room. Surely Mr. Shen wouldn’t mind his student having a drink of water.

Qi Yan shuffled in his slippers, bent down to fill a cup with water, and took a sip. The water at just the right temperature moistened his lips and flowed down to his stomach, bringing some relief.

“Mmm… Ah… Slow down, the student is still here…” A cool tone laced with allure, both subtle and striking.

Qi Yan froze, never expecting that stepping out for water would lead to witnessing Mr. Shen’s intimacy with his husband.

System Triple Zero was even more stunned. The host had already returned—how could the villain, devoted solely to the host, be with someone else?

It prepared to phase through the wall to get a clear look.

Qi Yan looked up. The sound was coming from the bathroom. The door was frosted glass, semi-opaque and fogged with steam, making it hard to see clearly.

He could only make out the vague outline of a man’s form, seemingly entwined intimately with someone, their murmurs seductive enough.

Mr. Shen… really. So sexy.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes and chuckled lightly, “System, it seems I’m developing a bit of an interest in seducing a married woman.”

A soft, hazy light drifted through the air, spreading in all directions. Through the haze and glass, Qi Yan watched the beautiful teacher entwined with his husband, smirking with amusement.

How interesting.

Triple Zero also passed through the wall to see what was really happening!