Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 11

Qi Du ranted nonstop for an hour.

No exaggeration—1v3, and he still had the upper hand.

Midway through, Su Ci handed him a glass of pear juice to soothe his throat. She leaned on the table, watching him intently, her clear, beautiful eyes full of warmth.

As if the boy spewing curses wasn’t some delinquent, but a chivalrous hero, bravely standing up for what’s right.

Qi Du’s heart pounded like a war drum. His pulse roared like thunder, and heat surged to his head. A thousand rosy bubbles burst into pink mist in his mind.

It wasn’t until he hung up the call that it hit him.

Would Su Ci be disgusted by how foul-mouthed he’d been? Would she think he was rotten to the core and want nothing to do with him?

He pursed his lips, looking at her with wet, puppy-like eyes, hoping to be praised.

But just then, Su Ci’s phone lit up with an incoming call. The caller ID was… “Senior Duan.”

Senior?

That had to be her boyfriend.

Qi Du’s eyes turned dark as he stared at the screen, wishing he could reach through the phone and drag the guy out to size him up.

Su Ci’s reaction confirmed his fears.

From Qi Du’s perspective, the girl smiled gently and walked toward the dining room window with her phone, answering the call in a soft tone.

She was avoiding him.

There was no one else in the dining room—who else would she be hiding the call from?

The juice was finished. The sweetness had faded, leaving only a bitter aftertaste.

Qi Du gripped the glass until his knuckles turned white. His eyes churned with a dense madness, sticky and thick like tar.

Su Ci’s boyfriend… was seriously jealous.

Qi Du heard her cooing into the phone, gently placating the person on the other end with a tone of indulgence he’d only dreamed of receiving.

“Of course I choose you, Senior Duan.”

“I’m working, but I’ll be home soon. I promise…”

“We’re just ordinary friends, don’t overthink it.”

CRASH!

A sharp sound shattered the air behind her.

Su Ci turned to see Qi Du gripping a shard of broken glass. Blood dripped from his fingers, blooming like crimson flowers on the marble tabletop.

His lips were tightly pressed together, and his jet-black eyes were tinged red, brimming with cold, malicious intensity.

As her gaze met his, he hurriedly threw the shard away and rubbed at his wet eyes, smearing blood across his pale cheeks in a frantic panic.

He looked completely unhinged, a mess of vulnerability and madness.

Realizing what he’d done, fear gripped him even more tightly. His voice trembled.

“I’m sorry, Teacher… I didn’t mean to, it’s my fault…”

His long lashes drooped low. He didn’t dare meet her eyes.

Qi Du was terrified of seeing fear or disgust in her gaze. He feared she would be like everyone else—calling him crazy, mentally unstable.

Because maybe… he was.

And yet, she pulled him into a warm, fragrant embrace.

“Why are you apologizing for hurting yourself? This isn’t your fault. Where’s the first-aid kit?”

His trembling began to settle.

Qi Du hugged her waist tightly. Blood seeped from his palm, and the sharp pain grounded him in reality.

He buried his face against her soft waist, unaware that behind Su Ci’s constant gentleness, there was a darkness just as deep as his own.

Uncle Zhong came rushing in, only to see that his young master had smeared blood all over Miss Su’s body. The vein in his temple throbbed violently.

After coaxing Qi Du to let them bandage the wound, the sky had already darkened.

Uncle Zhong had a guest room prepared for Su Ci, but Qi Du stubbornly insisted on continuing their lesson—even with his hand wrapped in gauze.

Uncle Zhong hesitated. “Young Master, it’s too late. Miss Su should rest…”

With Madam not home, it was his duty to take care of the guest. And the Qi family didn’t have a tradition of making guests work overtime.

“It’s fine. I’m not sleepy. Let’s go, Classmate Qi—time for your lesson.”

Su Ci allowed the boy to cling to her arm like an over-possessive koala.

Uncle Zhong sighed inwardly. Su Ci’s tolerance was as limitless as her beauty. Even after witnessing such a meltdown, she remained composed.

But in truth, Su Ci wasn’t calm.

In fact… she was thrilled.

Still, to avoid scaring off her clingy little boyfriend, she decided to act a bit more normal.

There was still only one chair in the study.

Just in case, Qi Du had thrown all the second-floor chairs into the storage room, so naturally, he held Su Ci in his arms for their lesson.

Though tonight, he wasn’t exactly in the mood for studying.

He followed her into the room, his fingertips trembling as he locked the door behind them.

“Teacher Su…”

“Mm, I’m listening.”

Her gaze was calm, gentle, and encouraging—luring this simple-minded boy to confess his inner thoughts.

“If—just if—I wanted you to break up with your boyfriend… would you think I’m being unreasonable?”

Qi Du held his breath. His heart almost stopped.

Su Ci furrowed her brow in mock thought, then teased him deliberately. “Not at all. But are you sure you want me to break up with him?”

Qi Du froze for 0.01 seconds before replying without hesitation, “I’m sure. Can I? Dump him. I want to pursue you, Teacher.”

He pulled open a drawer under the desk, revealing a mess of car keys and scattered bank cards.

“Everything I have—and myself—are all yours.”

He saw no issue with confessing to a girl he’d only known for two days.

Using every word in his limited vocabulary, he tried clumsily to sell himself.

“I know I’m not as smart or educated as your boyfriend, but I’ll earn tons of money for you, Teacher. Please don’t look down on me.”

Su Ci stared at him without speaking.

Then, suddenly, as if realizing something, Qi Du’s flushed face turned ghostly pale. He stammered on.

“I… I do have some issues. Just a little. Nothing serious. Minor flaws. Also, I’m younger than your boyfriend…”

Su Ci stood on tiptoe and pinched his blushing cheek.

“Alright, I got it. So—”

“Classmate Qi, do you want to know who my boyfriend is?”

Qi Du turned his face away sulkily. “No.”

He already felt worthless enough. He didn’t need to be crushed again by a top student from Peking University. If Su Ci didn’t want him…

That was fine. He’d make her want him.

Dark and twisted thoughts sprouted in his mind, not yet fully formed—when they were suddenly interrupted by the soft press of lips on his.

Qi Du’s eyes widened, his cheeks blazing red.

When she pulled back, he grumbled in disbelief, “So mean… You have a boyfriend, and you still stole my first kiss. Are you trying to make me your secret lover?”

“…I’d be okay with that too.”

Su Ci hadn’t expected him to be this single-minded.

She had no choice but to pull out the school forum and show him the latest trending post.

The thread had gone viral since morning, dominating the hot topics board.

[Shocking! Beautiful senior from the medical school is already taken—boyfriend revealed to be a wealthy heir of a major Beijing family]

Qi Du blinked blankly, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Teacher Su… so your boyfriend… is richer than me too?”

Su Ci: “…”

What a dumb boyfriend. She didn’t want him anymore.

“Not necessarily richer. But he does have the same nice name as you—Qi Du.”