Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 106

To someone like Xiang Zhi’ang, who had no assets to his name, a hundred thousand yuan was a fortune. After receiving the money, the first thing he did was shake off the buyer’s tail.

He didn’t go straight home. Remembering how he’d torn his master’s clothes the night before, the tips of his ears flushed red beneath the brim of his hat.

After gulping nervously, he made a beeline for the second-floor women’s section of a nearby mall and started browsing the racks, utterly absorbed and completely out of place among all the lovey-dovey couples.

Most of the clothes were pretty ordinary, but every time he imagined his master wearing them, his heart began pounding uncontrollably.

In an incubus’s eyes—and in their heart—the master was the true demon among demons.

A single glance from the master could make them lose all control. A single word became divine law. Once an incubus had seen their master, no one else in the world even existed.

Just like Xiang Zhi’ang right now—he hadn’t stopped touching the clothes. As long as he reminded himself that he was shopping for Master, he practically vibrated with excitement.

The sales assistant was beaming as she bagged item after item. Looked like her commission for the month was secured!

And of course, since this was a women’s boutique, the more intimate items were impossible to miss. Noticing he was alone, the staff led him straight to the sexy lingerie section, clearly experienced with this kind of customer.

“Sir, these are all our latest seasonal designs. They’re especially popular with couples—why don’t you take a look and see if anything catches your eye?”

Behind his sunglasses, Xiang Zhi’ang glanced up. Images of Master in those skimpy, gauzy pieces flashed through his mind—followed by a sudden, warm gush from his nose.

Good thing he was wearing a thick black cotton face mask—it caught the blood before it could embarrass him on the spot.

Lace trim, crisscross straps, little bows… He didn’t know much about picking lingerie, but he was pretty sure the one he tore last night wasn’t this… frilly.

“No need. Do you have any daily styles—comfortable and breathable?”

The shop assistant froze for a moment, then began introducing the more practical options, mentally marveling at this rare unicorn—a man who came to a lingerie shop not for his own benefit.

Which, of course, was a complete misunderstanding.

This particular incubus, fully aware he might ruin more clothes later, bought several sets of every style he liked—so he could go home and study them. Slowly. Thoroughly.

After all, he was an incubus. Lust was his nature. Every minute he wasn’t glued to his master felt like starvation.

By the time he got home, arms full of bags, Xiang Zhi’ang scratched his head in frustration.

He had bought way too much stuff, and the apartment was tiny. If it were just a set or two, he could pretend he’d picked them up with money from a part-time job. But this much…

Meanwhile, just around the corner in the hallway, Yu Ruowei stepped out from the shadows where she had been lurking. Her eyes landed on the tightly shut door ahead, stunned.

Where did Xiang Zhi’ang get the money to buy all that?

She recognized some of the logos on the shopping bags. Not exactly luxury brands, but each set easily cost several thousand yuan—and he’d bought so much it looked like he’d nearly drowned in it.

Could it be… he regained his memory early in this lifetime? Has he already gone back to being the Xiang family’s heir?

Why was it, when she saved Xiang Zhi’ang, she never got this kind of treatment?

Even after he regained his memory in the last life, he didn’t thank her. Instead, he used the Xiang family’s power to imprison her, obsessively extracting her blood like a deranged lunatic.

Now, thoughts racing and her heart unbalanced, Yu Ruowei was still staring when the door opened again—and out came that tall man, wearing an apron and holding a garbage bag.

A picture-perfect househusband.

Remembering how well he cooked in their previous life, her empty stomach twisted with pain. She hadn’t eaten anything all day and was now starting to regret it.

Has Xiang Zhi’ang really changed this time?

Maybe it was the butterfly effect of her rebirth.

But why was it that she had to suffer all the pain, while someone else got all the perks?

Before she could make sense of it, Xiang Zhi’ang, who had gone out to take out the trash, returned. Right before he shut the door, he seemed to glance coolly in her direction—like he knew she was there.

Yu Ruowei’s teeth began chattering in fear. Her fingers went numb, and the stun baton she’d been holding slipped from her hand, landing squarely on her foot.

The pain was so intense she bit her lip, eyes brimming with tears.

In the small kitchen, Xiang Zhi’ang was diligently simmering a pot of chicken soup. In addition to that, he was preparing several rich dishes.

His master really needed to be nourished. She kept fainting halfway through feeding him—it was getting ridiculous. And that was with only two meals a day! He wasn’t even full yet!

After setting the stew to a low simmer, he checked his phone every few minutes, waiting, watching…

Finally, at 6:20 p.m. sharp—it was time to pick Master up from work!