Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 105

Su Ci had already mentally prepared herself for an encounter with that girl at work. After all, being followed all the way to the office wasn’t something you could just pretend didn’t happen.

But to her surprise, the moment she stepped into the office, the gossip wasn’t about her—it was about Yu Ruowei quitting her job.

So she still ended up resigning in this life, huh?

In the original timeline, Yu Ruowei had resigned after discovering that Xiang Zhi’ang’s blood had significant medicinal properties. Selling even a portion of it could’ve guaranteed her a lifetime of luxury.

Legally speaking, incubus rights weren’t protected, but due to the high number of scams targeting buyers, trafficking in incubus-related products was technically illegal.

Still, enforcement was lax. Plenty of people found ways to slip through the cracks. Yu Ruowei, worried that her sudden windfall might draw suspicion from her coworkers, had chosen to resign—killing two birds with one stone.

But her quitting really didn’t have much to do with Su Ci. As long as she didn’t mess with her little incubus at home, Su Ci wasn’t interested in picking a fight.

She stepped into the office, and in an instant, the noisy chatter among the coworkers fell dead silent—as if they’d just been caught slacking off by upper management. A full-on social death moment.

Well, if you ignored all the eyes subtly sneaking glances at her.

Dai Yi nearly let out a prairie-dog squeak behind her hand.

The pretty coworker finally came in to work! And she’s sitting right next to me! Work used to be so boring and dull, but now it’s suddenly vibrant and full of life!

No joke—she could stare at that pretty face all day and never get tired.

Su Ci took a seat at her desk and was just about to hand out the small gifts she’d brought for everyone… when she saw the mountain of snacks, coffees, and fresh flowers already piled up there.

It was honestly a bit overwhelming. Just the coffee alone came in all kinds of sizes and brands—one of which had been ordered by the manager herself. There was no way she could drink that much.

She had originally planned to take a short two-day leave, but any unfinished work would naturally fall on her coworkers. She’d intended to come back and thank them properly—but she hadn’t expected such an enthusiastic welcome.

Dai Yi was both thrilled and nervous, cursing herself silently for badmouthing Yu Ruowei behind her back. Great. Way to wreck your image in front of the pretty one…

As she was quietly wallowing in regret, a delicate gift box landed on her desk. She turned her head—and saw the pretty coworker smiling at her, those bright, expressive eyes glimmering like sunlight.

“Dai Yi, thank you for the coffee. I made some cookies myself—just a little something. If you don’t mind, would you like to try one?”

Dai Yi was starstruck.

“I love them! Xiao Su, how did you know I had a sweet tooth? I really love them, seriously—mmm, so crisp, so fragrant…”

The other coworkers, outwardly focused on their work, perked their ears like antennae.

They were absolutely dying of jealousy at that foodie Dai Yi.

But Su Ci didn’t keep them waiting for long. She handed out a treat to everyone, chatted briefly, and then returned to her seat to start working seriously.

Meanwhile, back at home, a certain incubus had just finished his usual round of cleaning. He pulled out a hidden stash of cookies and, unable to bear eating them all at once, nibbled on them slowly, savoring each bite.

How could those irrelevant people possibly deserve cookies made by Master’s own hands?

Of course, he’d secretly swapped them out!

The crispy, sweet milk cookies melted in his mouth. It felt like they carried the scent of Master herself—but as he chewed, the taste gradually turned bitter.

He really wanted to go to work with Master too…

But as a useless, decorative incubus who only knew how to cook and clean, he couldn’t go outside without wearing sunglasses, a face mask, and a fisherman’s hat to hide his overly striking looks.

Otherwise, he’d be asking for trouble.

It would only create problems for Master. He couldn’t go. He just couldn’t.

It wasn’t until a black market buyer contacted him that he finally left the house—to send off a small sample of his blood.

Only 0.1 milliliters—just enough for the buyer to test its quality before proceeding with a full transaction.

Of course, even that tiny sample came with a price: a mere 100,000 yuan.