450 - I Don’t Want to Be Turned Into the Female Protagonist by the System

# Chapter 450: Principal Lin's Call The next day, when the morning light seeped through the window's gap, illuminating room 1507. A series of clinking sounds echoed in the room. At this moment, Su Qi, dressed in a cozy sweatshirt set, was busy with a ladle in the small kitchen of room 1507. Recently, due to his rising fame, Su Qi had been confined to his home. With his investment in 'Jade Rabbit Stocks' being quite stable, requiring little attention, Su Qi decided to take this opportunity to learn cooking, intending to pamper his beloved wives. After all, An Ning had work, Zi Jin managed the student council, the little junior had her studies to focus on, and Wang Yun deserved some good rest. Watching Wang Yun sleep soundly and contentedly on the bed, Su Qi couldn't help but recall the passionate events of the previous night. Recalling Wang Yun's sweet and melodious cries, Su Qi knew she had accumulated a lot of stress. Just then, the rice cooker beeped. Su Qi quickly went to check on the congee with preserved egg and lean pork he had learned to make that morning. He initially considered making some stir-fried greens, but remembering the tomato scrambled eggs from the night before, he opted for the recipe and made the congee. Thanks to the rice cooker's temperature control and the precise proportion guidelines for seasoning from the cookbook, Su Qi's congee turned out quite delicious. He took a small porcelain bowl of the congee over to his sleeping Wang Yun. Her peaceful and beautiful sleeping face touched Su Qi deeply. Each time, it was Wang Yun who prepared meals for him. The role reversal gave Su Qi a sense of gratification. He placed the hot congee on the bedside table, not wanting to wake her just yet, and instead, took a closer look at his beloved. Her exposed shoulders, like alabaster jade, no longer reflected the enticing pink hue from the night before, yet they still carried a captivating allure. The way her serene shoulders peeked out from under the quilt painted an idyllic picture. The faint scent of orchids from his beloved aroused Su Qi's impulse to gently stroke her exposed tender arm. Unlike the passionate intensity of the night before, her skin now was cool to the touch, smooth like high-quality silk. Without much resistance, Su Qi's hand glided from her shoulder to her delicate fingers. Wang Yun, feeling the touch, slowly opened her almond eyes. Upon seeing her awake, Su Qi greeted her with a sweet, "Good morning, Yun Jie." He gave her a big morning greeting as she groggily responded. She instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall, surprised to see it was already 7:38. Given her regular habit of waking early for exercise over the years, waking this late was unusual. She wondered what she had done last night. Just as Wang Yun's consciousness was booting up, she saw Su Qi coming over with a bowl of congee, offering, "Yun Jie, let me feed you." Wang Yun, seeing the approached spoon, instinctively tried to sit up but found her waist unexpectedly sore, almost like it might break. Wang Yun's mind, now fully awake, recalled the changes she underwent after drinking that tea and how she had even pleaded with her husband the previous night. She also remembered the phone recording by the pillow. The thrill of suppressing her cries was unexpectedly addictive, her face flushing red. She asked sternly, "Husband, who gave you that tea yesterday?" If Wang Yun had been in her usual uniform saying this, Su Qi would be quite anxious. But seeing her now, with her hands loosely placed on her waist, face flushed and voice hoarse from last night's cries, Su Qi felt more excitement than fear, finding himself in a favorable position. Moreover, he couldn't reveal the system's existence, let alone the red flower. If exposed, he'd be in trouble. After pondering for a while, Su Qi replied, "Yun Jie, what tea are you talking about? Wasn't it just to relieve your stress? Listen, your pressure was quite high last night." As Su Qi spoke, he played the recording on his phone, releasing a melodious sound of Wang Yun's voice from last night, and she found it both embarrassing and unexpectedly exciting. As for the tea brewed with the red flower, Wang Yun was now certain it was provided by her sister. She surmised that apart from some soreness in her waist, she was completely fine and very healthy, suggesting the tea must've come from her sister who runs a hospital. While listening to the recording of herself, she found the idea of having something held over her amusingly pleasant and stimulating. Reflecting, she said, "Husband, could you delete that?" Truthfully, if not for cooking, Su Qi would have already deleted it by now. He simply wanted Wang Yun to experience the thrill she previously attempted. He had no peculiar inclination to share their intimate secrets. On hearing Wang Yun's request, he instinctively wanted to nod. But just then, he noticed Wang Yun holding onto his sleeve, her almond eyes glinting with desire, showing an unusual eagerness. She pleaded, "Husband, what do I have to do for you to delete it?" Seeing Wang Yun's eager expression, Su Qi was at a loss. Should he follow her lead and play along with the scenario? Or should he confess that he had already deleted the recording? After contemplating Wang Yun's intense look, Su Qi decided to play along, seeing it as an opportunity handed on a silver platter. However, he didn't have any specific requests, so he simply said, "Well, that depends on your performance." Upon hearing this, Wang Yun couldn't help but curl up, shivering slightly. Yet contrary to her body's reactions, her almond eyes showed no fear, only excitement. Watching his wife, breathlessly excited, Su Qi felt helpless. Wang Yun's quirk of secretly indulging in such thrill-seeking had become apparent following their relationship revelation to the other wives. Who would have thought Wang Yun would quickly discover a new excitement, a thrill in being blackmailed? As an accomplished author with extensive reading experience, Su Qi knew how to leverage this particular fetish. His mind flooded with scenes from various genres he’d encountered. Different themes of coercion and manipulation came to mind. Yet, Su Qi quickly dismissed the thought, reaffirming he wasn't weird. Wang Yun might have her quirks, but he couldn't allow himself to be led astray! Facing Wang Yun's expectant gaze, Su Qi pondered the perfect request he should make. However, at that moment, a phone call broke his contemplation, alleviating his dilemma. Glancing at the screen, Su Qi noticed it was Lin Xiaohua calling, feeling puzzled. Had his absence from school captured the principal’s attention? But that couldn't be; hadn't Principal Lin mentioned it was fine to skip some classes a few days ago? In thought, Su Qi subconsciously sat back on the bed to answer the call. Yet, he overlooked one crucial aspect—his wife Wang Yun, with her unique inclinations, was there on the bed. --- (Note: The translation captures the overall romantic and humorous tone of the original, adhering to the character-specific pronoun preferences throughout.)