Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 102

Yu Ruowei had been mentally preparing herself for a long time.

Only after gathering enough courage did she finally knock on the door.

She had convinced herself that the girl living there must be an incubus—one who had actively seduced her. That would explain why she’d followed the girl all the way home like some deranged stalker.

Incubi weren’t picky about gender. As long as someone suited their taste, they would shamelessly charm humans, drawing them in willingly as living nourishment.

To be that girl’s food…

Yu Ruowei had once been a firm heterosexual, openly disdainful of same-sex relationships.

But when she thought about the girl’s otherworldly beauty and ethereal presence… it didn’t seem impossible. As long as the girl was willing to help her make money.

Before she knocked, she’d even imagined the girl might open the door and greet her with surprise, obsession, infatuation—a whole range of feverish, love-struck reactions.

But what she didn’t expect—

Was for the door to open to a tall, long-legged man.

She didn’t even get a clear look at his face before the door was slammed shut with a loud bang.

Incubi had sharper senses than humans. The moment Xiang Zhi’ang realized the visitor was a woman, he immediately shut the door and changed into something more conservative.

He’d originally worn a bathrobe—with wet hair, no less—just to flaunt himself. To provoke those so-called admirers.

Especially that one utterly delusional landlord.

Two minutes later, the door reopened.

Xiang Zhi’ang stood there looking sharp and composed, his tongue subtly tasting his back molars for leftover flavor—no one would’ve guessed the depraved things he’d just done to his master moments ago.

So soft, so sweet, so fragrant.

Master’s taste was even better than he’d imagined.

Outside the door, Yu Ruowei stood like she’d been struck by lightning. Her pupils dilated, her face drained of all color in horror.

Xiang Zhi’ang?! What’s he doing here?!

No wonder she hadn’t found a trace of him at Champs Plaza. He’d already run off with someone else!

Memories surged—greedy triumph mixed with the pain of betrayal. The thrill of exploiting him for gain and the torment of being repaid with vengeance twisted together inside her.

But what infuriated her most was that Xiang Zhi’ang dared to betray her.

Weren’t incubi supposed to be the most loyal companions? Once they chose someone, wasn’t that person supposed to be their one and only master forever?

Back then, when she’d threatened him using the lives of other incubi, he had also called her “Master”!

And now he had the audacity to sneak off and shack up with another woman?!

Yu Ruowei was livid, her face turning white and red by turns, but she couldn’t form a single word as she stared at his wickedly handsome face.

Xiang Zhi’ang frowned, clearly impatient.

“Cat got your tongue? If you’ve got something to say, spit it out. If not, get lost.”

Going hungry was already uncomfortable enough.

And now this mentally unstable human woman had shown up, staring at him with disgusted, accusatory eyes, like he owed her money or something.

Speaking of money, there was something he still needed to take care of.

Yu Ruowei stared at him in disbelief.

She couldn’t accept that these were words Xiang Zhi’ang would say to her.

In the past, even when she beat and cursed him, he’d silently endured it all. Sometimes he’d even draw his own blood to appease her, just to make her happy.

But what she wanted wasn’t his blood—if that was all, she could’ve drawn it herself. She wanted him, like other incubi, to willingly form a bond with her!

Her poisonous gaze locked onto Xiang Zhi’ang.

“What’s your relationship with the girl living here?”

“None of your damn business.”

With Su Ci not around, all of Xiang Zhi’ang’s worst traits came out unchecked—cynical, hostile, and cruel. He looked like he couldn’t care less about the world, and his words were cutting enough to draw blood.

This world had always wronged incubi.

He’d long since made peace with the idea of biting back.

As for his master?

She’d saved him, fed him till he was full—how could he ever bring himself to hurt her?

How could disgusting, vicious humans ever compare to his master?

Yu Ruowei began to lose control of her emotions.

“How is it not my business?! Xiang Zhi’ang, you’re my incubus! I forbid you from living with someone else! You’re coming home with me—right now!”

Xiang Zhi’ang thought this woman was out of her mind.

He replied coldly and dismissively:

“Who the hell is Xiang Zhi’ang? You think you can slap that name on just anyone? I’m not the incubus you’re looking for. Now get lost.”

With that, he slammed the door shut again, hard.

Finally—peace. What a noisy lunatic.

Still, something she said made Xiang Zhi’ang pause.

He didn’t actually have a name, did he?

But one thing was for sure—he definitely wasn’t called Xiang Zhi’ang.

Ever since regaining consciousness, he’d been on the run. Every time he was captured by demon hunters, they never bothered calling him anything proper—just numbers, “slave,” or “trash.”

Maybe… maybe he could ask his master.

Let her give him a name herself.

Outside, Yu Ruowei clenched her fists, trembling slightly. Her strained expression looked even worse than if she’d started crying.

How could Xiang Zhi’ang say something like that to her?!

She had saved his life, didn’t she?

And it had only been a few hours since then, and now he was claiming he already had a master?!

In the beginning, she’d wanted to sell Xiang Zhi’ang’s blood. He didn’t agree. Later, she tried to leverage the fact she’d saved him, demanding that he repay her with his body—only then did he agree to let her draw blood.

But never, not once, no matter how she threatened or tempted him, had he been willing to form a bond.

So how had it come to this?

Was it really that girl who took him away?

She thought back to the scene at the subway station… and suddenly remembered the girl carrying a men’s shopping bag.

Was that… for Xiang Zhi’ang?

That filthy incubus—wearing clothes that expensive?!

She wasn’t sure whether to be jealous of the girl who’d picked up such a treasure… or envious of Xiang Zhi’ang’s absurd luck in being picked up.

Meanwhile, Lin Yang had stepped out to take out the trash when he noticed a strange woman loitering nearby.

Since he’d put out a lot of rental ads recently, it wasn’t uncommon for strangers to show up asking about the apartment. He walked over and asked politely:

“Excuse me, miss, are you here to inquire about the rental?”

Back inside, Su Ci, having been interrupted mid-chaos, decided to go wash her face and prep dinner instead.

Xiang Zhi’ang had mentioned that the butcher had delivered the meat earlier. Su Ci transferred both the payment and the tip the landlord had given to the delivery uncle.

Lin Yang had refused the money, saying it was only right to help out a neighbor, and she shouldn’t feel obligated to repay him.

But no normal neighbor would casually cover several hundred yuan in meat delivery out of pure kindness.

As Su Ci rinsed pig’s feet at the sink, she mulled over whether it was time to move out and find a better place to rent. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice a burning-hot male body press against her from behind.

“Master, I’ve decided on a name for myself. Want to hear if it sounds good?”

Because of his memory loss, Xiang Zhi’ang had no idea who he really was—that he was the heir of the Xiang Corporation.

Su Ci had planned to tell him the truth directly, but she didn’t expect him to take such initiative. So she played along with the game.

“Sure, let me hear it.”

Xiang Zhi’ang’s lips curved into a bright, satisfied smile.

“It’s… Husband.”

“…Husband?” Su Ci echoed.

Who the hell gives themselves such an obnoxious name?

Xiang Zhi’ang nodded enthusiastically.

“Mm-hmm!”