Waking Up Married to the Dean of Studies

As they say, liquor emboldens the coward…

After the Gaokao ended, Si Nanyu, emboldened by drink, typed up a confession text as long as a small essay.

Unfortunately, before she could hit send, the alcohol got the better of her and she passed out cold.

When she came to again, she was in a hospital, and leaning against the window stood an exhausted, impatient Wen Qingyan.

The recipient of that long, sappy, essay-length confession text.

Her homeroom teacher, Wen Qingyan.

Of course, that might have been how things ended if she hadn’t passed out.

Freshly an adult and already hospitalized for drinking, Si Nanyu shrank her neck and called out ingratiatingly, “Teacher Wen…”

“Hmph.”

That single cold snort, paired with Wen Qingyan’s signature glasses-adjusting gesture, scared Si Nanyu’s plea of please don’t tell my mom right back down her throat.

She had always respected Wen Qingyan, feared her, and “loved” her.

Never daring to defy her, treating her gently, utterly obedient.

So no matter what, she affirmed her teacher’s lessons first. “Teacher Wen, you’re right.”

“Was it fun?”

“Huh…?”

There was none of the patient lecturing she’d imagined. When Si Nanyu looked up, she saw Wen Qingyan with reddened eyes, enunciating every single word. “Si. Nan. Yu. Is faking amnesia fun?”

“Dragging your tricks from between the sheets out here to play. Is that fun?”

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Though the things around her stayed the same and the person hadn’t changed, her status had doubled. Wen Qingyan was now her wife.

But her wife thought she was faking amnesia.

In her memory, Wen Qingyan was rigid and rigorous, a woman who took teaching and nurturing students as her life’s mission. Yet that woman shed her white shirt, donned a veil of a thousand charms, and came to prey on her in the dead of night, again and again.

Round after round of testing.

Si Nanyu trembled in her boots at all times, treading carefully at every turn.

And still she couldn’t withstand the extreme contrast of Wen Qingyan, day and night.

By day, Wen Qingyan was her cold, domineering Dean of Studies.

Her direct superior.

By night, Wen Qingyan transformed into a demoness who feasted on her essence and blood.

Tender and sweet with her in ways no one else ever saw.

Si Nanyu gradually lost herself and grew bolder and bolder…

Then, while tidying up the room, Wen Qingyan produced a Divorce Agreement.

Si Nanyu woke from the dream with a jolt. Sure enough. She wasn’t worthy…

“Are you still keeping this thing?”

“What?”

“The Divorce Agreement. You drafted it last year.”

I… I drafted it? I actually dared to divorce Wen Qingyan?!

Stunned, Si Nanyu snatched the Divorce Agreement and stuffed it straight into the paper shredder.

“No divorce, no divorce! Even a dog wouldn’t divorce this marriage!”