My Weak Lover Became A Weird Boss - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Good News: A Full Menu; Bad News: Didn’t Get to Eat…

“Still jumping?” The driver chuckled, his voice brimming with a twisted optimism. “No matter. It’ll just be chewier.”

Zhou Sui was so exhausted he didn’t even have the strength to retort. He tumbled and rolled to dodge the driver’s attacks while screaming at Wen Zhu: “Teacher, run! Get out of here and find help!”

“Hehe, no one’s getting away,” the driver’s voice drifted over, now laced with sharp, distorted, supernatural shrieks.

The moon’s shadow slowly descended; the leaves rustled ominously.

The bloody tongue whistled through the air once more part snake, part arrow aiming straight for Wen Zhu.

From Zhou Sui’s perspective: The monster had morphed into a massive, bloated hunk of flesh. Wen Zhu stood not far away, his body seemingly stiff with terror, unmoving.

His face looked terrible. In that fleeting moment, he appeared as gray as a corpse fragile and insignificant.

Zhou Sui couldn’t bear to watch. Right before the bloody tongue could swallow Wen Zhu whole, he instinctively squeezed his eyes shut.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

The sound of the wind, the cawing of crows, the thumping of his own heart…

Beyond that, silence.

Zhou Sui hesitantly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking in shock.

Under the moonlight, Wen Zhu stood calmly in place.

He had raised his arm and was casually gripping the mutated monster’s bloody tongue. Had it not been for the tangled, bulging veins on his arm, one would have thought he wasn’t exerting any effort at all, judging by his impassive expression.

“Wen…”

Zhou Sui started to call out, but the voice that had been hysterical against the mutated driver suddenly failed him. Looking into Wen Zhu’s eyes, he felt his courage wither away.

Those were not the eyes of a human. They looked like parched, jagged obsidian.

Wen Zhu withdrew his gaze. His fingers endured the sickening, slimy texture as he flicked his wrist and gave a sharp tug. The five-meter-long tongue snapped taut for a brief instant.

The next second, the mutated driver let out a harrowing scream.

The tongue was ripped out at the root!

It had been forcibly torn away by an arm that looked thin, fragile, and laced with veins.

Blood sprayed like a waterfall, staining the moon hanging in the sky until it looked like a mottled, blood-red eye.

The shadow behind Wen Zhu seemed to tear apart, momentarily twisting into the shape of a serpent. When Zhou Sui blinked, it was gone—as if it were merely a hallucination caused by extreme terror.

Without its tongue, the mutated driver flopped on the ground like a human who had lost all four limbs, twitching violently.

Blood pooled everywhere.

Guttural, broken cries escaped its throat, sounding utterly horrific.

Zhou Sui watched as his “fragile and incapable” university professor picked up a piece of discarded rebar and delivered a finishing blow. The rusted steel pinned the monster to the ground.

Wen Zhu possessed a cold, refined face deep contours and an elegant profile, looking like a jade Bodhisattva displaced from ancient times.

“Didn’t the person who let you out tell you that in this place, you live by tucking your head in like a turtle?” He stepped onto the monster’s collapsed carcass with an ambiguous chuckle. “Sending a junior out like this… how irresponsible.”

His tone was lazy. To put it in a way that sounded incredibly eerie at that moment: it was as if he were lecturing a spoiled, disobedient child.

It was very similar to Wen Zhu’s tone when he lectured at the podium, but his aura was that of a completely different person.

Zhou Sui stared at him, dazed.

Until its last breath, the monster couldn’t believe it had fallen at the hands of a human.

Gasping for air, it opened its two puss-filled, indignant eyes. It saw a pale arm, seemingly so fragile it would snap with a light bend.

But as the arm exerted force, dark, densely squirming veins—resembling creeping vines—crawled out from Wen Zhu’s sleeve, winding across half of his face.

In that instant, the monster felt an ancient, decaying summons.

Familiar, powerful, oppressive…

Something that made the very marrow of every monster shiver.

The scent of blood mixed with an indescribable rot, making Zhou Sui gag as he clutched his throat.

Once the dizziness passed, a pair of long, straight legs appeared before him.

Zhou Sui looked up. His fragile professor stood against the moonlight, covered in blood.

“Is… is he dead?”

Wen Zhu glanced down at the bloody pile of meat and said indifferently, “Why don’t you go ask him?”

“No, no, no, no.” Zhou Sui shook his head like a rattle. He shook so hard that the black stone pendant hidden in his collar flew out—in the dim light, it looked like nothing more than a nondescript black rock.

Under the moon, Wen Zhu stared at the blood on his wrist for a long time, his expression struggling. Suddenly, he leaned down and took a lick.

A pungent taste hit his brain.

He frowned and shook the blood off his arm.

“Disgusting.”

It tasted like human.

“…” Zhou Sui’s mouth fell open. “!!!”

Wait, did the germaphobic Professor Wen just casually taste that monster’s blood right in front of me?

“Scared?” Professor Wen finally turned his gaze toward Zhou Sui. He still wore his “teacher persona,” so he offered a hypocritical bit of comfort to his pale-faced student, summarizing the night’s farce: “You haven’t entered society yet. You don’t realize that there are many bad people in this world.”

“Te-Te-Teacher, he wasn’t even human!” Zhou Sui cried inwardly.

And the teacher saying this while covered in blood didn’t look much better!

Within a few hours, Zhou Sui’s worldview and values had been double-demolished. He felt faint.

Zhou Sui. Linjiang University.

Hailing from Haidong City, Qingnian Province, he had been the city’s top scorer on the entrance exams.

He was smart and handsome; for twenty-odd years, his life had been smooth sailing.

In a single day, he had witnessed a driver turn into a long-tongued frog monster, seen a corpse sucked dry until it was just a layer of skin, and watched his favorite “weak and refined” professor bloodily slaughter a monster.

My life is over. Those four words were practically nailed to Zhou Sui’s forehead.

The eerie veins on Wen Zhu’s face gradually receded.

Perhaps the moonlight was too bright, but his face appeared ashen and bloodless.

His eyes, like a monster from the abyss, landed on Zhou Sui without emotion.

Is he going to kill me? No way, this is Professor Wen! But Professor Wen doesn’t seem human either!!!

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind before a spark of inspiration hit him.

“Wen… Professor Wen,” Zhou Sui swallowed hard and immediately surrendered. “I didn’t see anything today!”

Silence.

“Good boy.” Wen Zhu brushed the dust off his clothes and laughed, seemingly satisfied with his compliance. “If you say anything you shouldn’t, I’ll send you down there to be a Frog Prince.”

“…”

Professor Wen looked refined on the surface, but he was terrifyingly practiced at making threats.

Zhou Sui shivered.

“I understand, Teacher.” Zhou Sui immediately stood at attention and made a zipping gesture across his lips to prove his resolve.

The white Volkswagen made it back from the suburbs in one piece, though it had a different driver this time.

Wen Zhu leaned against the window. The scenery outside barely moved, and he finally lost his patience. “Did you buy your driver’s license?”

“Ah” Zhou Sui turned, bewildered.

“Is it illegal to hit the gas?”

It took Zhou Sui a moment to realize Wen Zhu was mocking his slow driving. He protested, “This is how I learned at driving school! My instructor said you shouldn’t rush—stay steady to win.”

Now that his true face had been seen, the professor didn’t bother maintaining his “dignified teacher” act. He curled his cold lips into a sneer.

“If you picked up two sticks from the side of the road, carved them into wheels, and strapped them to your legs, you’d move faster than this.”

“…”

So… so sharp!

Zhou Sui’s hands trembled on the steering wheel, and he gritted his teeth, finally picking up speed.

As the familiar high-rises and city lights appeared, the heart that had been in Zhou Sui’s throat finally settled. A sense of disjointed unreality washed over him.

—Did I really just survive the tongue of a giant frog monster? What now? Should I call the police?  Do the police even handle this kind of thing?

A voice pulled him back from his daze.

“Go to your place first.”

Wen Zhu’s face was expressionless. By the moonlight, Zhou Sui saw that famous “beauty” face and his brain short-circuited: “To my place? Ah isn’t that… a bit inappropriate?”

Seeing those eyes, hidden in the deep shadows of his brow, sweep over him, Zhou Sui’s face flushed red instantly: “Pro-Professor, I didn’t mean it like that…”

“What goes on in your head every day?” Wen Zhu finally sounded like a teacher again. “Is your thesis finished? Have you passed your defense? Found a job yet?”

Every question was like a stray arrow piercing the heart of the graduating senior.

Zhou Sui stopped talking.

The “noble” Professor Wen merely borrowed Zhou Sui’s bathroom to wash off the blood. Going home in the middle of the night drenched in gore was not a wise move.

Even though Wen Zhu stayed silent, Zhou Sui could see the “unbelievable” and “eyesore” looks in his eyes the classic stereotype of an athlete’s dorm. A fourth arrow pierced his chest.

“Thank you, Zhou Sui.” Having washed away the blood, Wen Zhu seemed to transform back into the polite intellectual from the podium. “You’ll be staying here lately? I’ll find a time to wash these clothes and return them to you.”

“No need, no need,” Zhou Sui scratched his head. “They look good on you, Teacher. Just keep them.”

“How could I?” the beautiful professor said softly, pulling a thin jacket over himself. “If I hear any rumors, where would I go to settle the score?”

“…!!”

“Just a joke.”

Zhou Sui gave a dry laugh.

It’s not funny at all!!

Even after Zhou Sui tremblingly dropped Wen Zhu off at his neighborhood gate, he still felt a sense of unreality. He was half-afraid Wen Zhu would change his mind at the last second and decide to silence him for knowing too much.

However, Wen Zhu didn’t say another word. He simply patted the car door to signal he was leaving.

“Then… goodbye, Teacher?” Zhou Sui tentatively looked out at the person standing outside.

Wen Zhu gave a casual wave. The white Volkswagen, which had been hesitating at 40km/h all night, immediately accelerated to 130km/h and vanished from the scene.

So he COULD drive fast—

The cold light made his complexion look deathly pale.

It was almost 11 PM. There was no one at the neighborhood entrance except for two or three crows perched on a branch, staring silently with dark red eyes.

Wen Zhu leaned against a lamppost, bent over, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The veins he had suppressed all the way home squirmed slightly, trying to surface, but after a moment, they receded again, leaving no trace on his fair skin.

The buzzing in his head crashed from his left ear to his right before finally subsiding.

Wen Zhu waited a moment, wiped the blood from his mouth, and walked slowly toward his home.

Click—

The key turned in the lock.

The house was as quiet as it had been when he left. No lights were on; it was pitch black.

Wen Zhu suddenly froze. He narrowed his eyes alertly and flipped the living room switch.

The light flooded in. When he saw the person sitting on the sofa, his expression faltered.

“Why are you back?”

Rare. His “legal partner,” who had been missing for over a month, had just caught him completely off guard.

“I tried to contact you, but I couldn’t get through.” The man was tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, leaning back casually, a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

He was handsome—a rugged, classic kind of handsome. Like hard stone in the wilderness, every contour of his face caught the moonlight with an indescribable silvery glow.

Wen Zhu reacted slowly, instinctively patting his pockets. He was only carrying a tattered bag of green vegetables.

The phone must have fallen in the car.

“My phone was stolen,” Wen Zhu lied effortlessly. They hadn’t seen each other in so long that he didn’t know what to say. He placed the vegetables in the sink and asked, “Have you eaten?”

Pei Qingshan looked at the clock pointing to 10 PM. “Yes.”

“Want a bit more?”

“Sure.”

Pei Qingshan and Wen Zhu had met at a social mixer.

While there were no grand, epic romantic sagas between them, their life was harmonious a textbook example of love at first sight leading to a stable marriage.

However, in the past year, their rock-solid marriage had begun to show cracks.

Specifically, Pei Qingshan came home less and less, and every time he did, they would end up arguing over some trivial matter.

But since their last unpleasant parting was a month ago, even Professor Wen himself couldn’t remember what the fight was about, so he couldn’t very well pick up where they left off.

“Is this what you usually eat for dinner?” Pei Qingshan stared silently at the two plates of green vegetables on the table. He began to wonder if the allowance he was sending home was too little.

Wen Zhu didn’t bother explaining. He gave a non-committal hum.

He didn’t seem to have much interest in talking today, keeping his head down as he ate his rice.

The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet, to the point where the sound of the elevator opening in the hallway was clearly audible.

A family of three lived next door. The father, coming home late from a night shift, opened the door, and the silver-bell laughter of a little girl drifted in. It only served to highlight how coldly Wen Zhu was treating the “head of the household” who had been away for a month.