The Aloof Beta Transmigrated as the Pretty Wife [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

“Professor Su? Professor Su!” A female student handed a pack of tissues to the tall, slender man standing at the lectern. “Why are you crying again? Are you alright?”

Su Ren had been focused on a chemical reaction in an aqueous solution. He froze for a moment when he heard her, then replied, “Oh, it’s nothing, thank you.”

The young man set down his equipment, took the pack, and pulled out a tissue. He pressed it against his eyes with a nonchalant air, his elegant, cold face wearing an expression that suggested this was a common occurrence. “I apologize, I’m fine. Let’s continue with the lesson.”

Before he could finish his sentence, the students in the front row noticed that the tissue in his hand was already soaked with tears.

“But! But… just how sad must you be to cry like this in the middle of class?”

“Yeah, Professor Su, please don’t suppress your feelings.”

“Professor Su, do you have a partner? Is he bullying you?”

What on earth are they talking about.

The young man in the white lab coat felt a bit embarrassed. He shook his head with a cold expression, but his students’ enthusiasm was hard to dampen.

Su Ren knitted his beautiful brows and said calmly, “Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom. Please record the experimental process in your notebooks first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode toward the washroom.

Inside the washroom.

Su Ren crumpled the wet tissue, tossed it into the bin, and turned on the faucet to wash his face and hands.

The tears flowed along with the cold water, showing no sign of stopping.

The young man in the mirror looked upright and handsome, stern and composed. His jawline was sharp and his eyes were cold, yet his eyelids were red and glistening with moisture. Because of this, his refined face lost its natural sharpness, blurred by the constant stream of tears.

Even stranger was the line of small, golden text floating three inches above his head in “Huawen Imitation Song” font:

[Transmigrator · Su Ren · Selected Work: “Su Ren is a Delicate O”]

This kind of font was usually seen above the heads of players or NPCs in online games.

This was now the third day Su Ren had been stuck with this line over his head.

Su Ren, who had never read a leisure book in his life, had no idea what “transmigration” meant. He certainly didn’t understand how “Delicate O,” a category completely different from himself, could possibly be associated with him.

Over the past three days, Su Ren had used his younger sister Su Shi’s account to skim through a popular transmigration novel.

It was a story about raising a child. The transmigrator was raised by the male lead as a cub. An eighteen-year-old soul had entered a toddler’s body, calling the seventeen-year-old male lead “Daddy” at every turn. The male lead took him to a parenting variety show, and everyone in the world loved him for no reason.

Su Ren watched half of it with a blank expression, his heart completely unmoved. He thought that while the world was vast and full of wonders, this was just boring enough to make him sleepy.

However, that very night, Su Ren had a dream.

An old acquaintance, someone he hadn’t contacted in nearly ten years, was pressing against him and rubbing all over him, making him call out “Daddy” all night long. In the dream, he shouted “Dad” until his voice went hoarse, and his throat felt like it was burning. When Su Ren woke up, he realized it was only because he’d forgotten to turn off the electric blanket.

Su Ren sat on the heated blanket, his mind filled with the word “Daddy” and the handsome, gallant face of that man from his dream.

It was strange.

He hadn’t had any contact with that person for ten years, so why did he suddenly dream of him?

Ever since that golden text appeared over his head, Su Ren frequently burst into tears. He once thought he had an eye disease and made time to go to the hospital. The ophthalmologist took one look at his gender and then at his face:

“Oh, you’re so beautiful and an Omega, you’re a ‘Delicate O.'”

Su Ren:?

“Isn’t it normal for a Delicate O to cry? Is your partner not around?”

Su Ren: …

“Your eyes are fine; you can go home.”

Su Ren’s face turned grim. He felt a chill in his heart. Even his students in this world knew he was a Beta, not some strange Omega.

However, remembering the golden words above his head, Su Ren went to the hormone clinic. He lined up with many teenagers who had just presented to check his hormone levels and his secondary gender.

Two lively young girls standing behind him were whispering:

“Oh my god, the brother in front of us is so beautiful. Nuwa must have spent ten days and nights sculpting his face, right?”

“It’s so nice… I want to be that pretty too.”

“With looks like that, he must be a Delicate O, right?”

“So lucky… I want to become a Delicate O too.”

Su Ren: …

Su Ren didn’t quite understand. A B was a B, and an O was an O. They were just genders.

How could there be a “breed” in this world called a Delicate O?

Su Ren felt extremely frustrated, and tears began to fall again.

Eventually, the doctor in the hormone clinic looked at his report and said nonchalantly:

“Your gender is very clear, you’re a Delicate O. If you don’t have physical contact with your husband for more than 24 hours, you’ll start crying. Do you have any symptoms of sadness?”

Su Ren: “No.”

“Do you want to be hugged?”

Su Ren: “No.”

“Do you want to be kissed?”

Su Ren: “No.”

“Eh? Then do you want to… do that with your partner?”

Su Ren:?

“Have you gone more than two days without having a sex life with your husband?”

Su Ren finally couldn’t take it anymore. His beautiful face turned ice-cold. With an aura of silent authority, he slammed the medical record down in front of the doctor and turned to leave.

It wasn’t until he left the hospital that Su Ren gradually realized what a bizarre world the book “Su Ren is a Delicate O” actually was.

For a moment, Su Ren felt a bit depressed.

Su Ren was beautiful and talented, long accustomed to being the center of attention. Even if a piece of paper cut his finger, people around him would offer the perfect amount of warm concern.

Su Ren was devoted to academia and had never paid much attention to emotions or sex. Since he was a Beta, his desires were quite cold, and he couldn’t even remember the genders of those who had confessed to him.

But now, Su Ren’s cold and beautiful brows were deeply furrowed. Before his brain could even process a thought, physiological tears couldn’t help but slide down his cheeks.

Su Ren finally pulled his thoughts back to the present and looked at himself in the mirror.

His appearance hadn’t changed,

His weight hadn’t changed,

But that tearful look actually made him look exactly like those Omegas in the dramas Su Shi watched, the ones who were bullied miserably by scumbags.

However, Su Ren wiped his tears away expressionlessly.

Unwilling to compromise, he took out his phone and opened the WeChat window of the person he had never met, who was labeled “Husband.”

The message interface still showed a text sent by “Husband” 30 minutes ago, before class started:

[I’m finishing my business trip today; I’ll be back this afternoon.]

[Get ready, take a shower in advance.]

This was the first time Su Ren had received a message from his husband since transmigrating.

Because he didn’t know how to reply, he simply hadn’t.

But now, Su Ren was truly annoyed.

Since no “system” voice had appeared in this transmigration and there were no tasks to complete, he would take matters into his own hands to cut off this unwanted relationship.

Since “that person” was returning from a business trip today, they might as well meet and talk it out.

If they were truly married, he would draft a divorce agreement that both parties could accept and find a time to end the marriage.

If it was just a romantic relationship, he would terminate it.

However, just as Su Ren was about to walk out of the washroom, he actually received.

A call from Xie Chouqiu.

Su Ren’s thick, dark, and sharp brows furrowed coldly.

Xie Chouqiu hadn’t spoken to him privately in nearly ten years.

Why suddenly?

“Hello.” Su Ren answered the phone, his voice perfectly cold. He heard a voice on the other end:

“Su Ren?” Xie Chouqiu’s voice was deep, like an elegant cello.

“Yes, what is it?” Su Ren’s dark eyes were as deep as a cold pool, an uneasy feeling rising in his heart.

Xie Chouqiu’s voice carried a hint of a smile: “Hmm? What. Is. It? You actually dared not to reply to my message for 30 minutes? You’ve grown quite bold, Su Ren.”

Su Ren: .?

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