Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 110

After experiencing firsthand what it felt like to lose control, Su Ci never shortchanged him when it came to this.

Xiang Zhi’ang’s appetite had been completely spoiled. Out of twenty-four hours a day, he needed to cling to his master for at least half of them. Even if they weren’t cooking, he had to be physically attached, snuggled close without a gap.

The newly purchased estate was huge, more than enough to accommodate a certain possessive incubus’s whims of cooking in different settings.

In a spacious hanging wicker chair, Su Ci straddled his thighs, fingers threading through his soft black hair. Her tone was curious as she gently rubbed a certain spot.

“Where did your horns and tail go?”

Xiang Zhi’ang’s voice was low and hoarse.

“They only show when I’m starving.”

“I see…” Su Ci continued to stroke his sensitive scalp, “But Master wants to see them now. Are you really going to keep hiding?”

Xiang Zhi’ang summoned all his willpower.

It didn’t work.

A master’s command was absolute for an incubus. No matter how much he resisted internally, his worn horns and nearly bald tail still emerged against his will.

In that instant, he bowed his head in embarrassment, voice breaking slightly as he pleaded.

“Don’t look, Master… I look so ugly.”

What kind of incubus let himself get so disheveled?

Xiang Zhi’ang was terrified that if his master saw him like this, she’d lose all interest and abandon him for a prettier incubus.

Su Ci gently touched the damaged horn, her eyes full of ache and tenderness. Even her scolding softened:

“Yes, it is ugly. If you dare secretly cut your horn to make soup again, I won’t want you anymore.”

“No! Don’t leave me, Master!”

Xiang Zhi’ang clung to her, trembling.

Overwhelming fear drowned him. He thought if he cut his horn and pulled out his tail fur secretly, Master would never find out. A few months later, once they grew back, he could be her beautiful little incubus again.

But Master was sharper than he thought.

“I won’t do it again! Please don’t be angry. My horn and tail hurt so much. Can you kiss them for me, Master? They’ll grow back soon.”

Su Ci stroked the bare little tail, placing gentle kisses on his injured horn over and over.

“I’m not mad, and I’d never leave you. In my eyes, you’ve always been the most beautiful incubus.”

Relieved by her words, Xiang Zhi’ang finally exhaled. Just as the weight in his heart was about to ease, he heard her speak again—soft and gentle.

“Can you tell Master where you got the money to buy such a huge estate? And where you got the cash to fill my closet with designer clothes?”

Xiang Zhi’ang instantly stiffened. His blood ran cold.

His first attempt at cooking had ended in failure.

His gaze darted evasively as he stammered, “It was… just some savings from before. It’s all gone now. I wasn’t hiding it from Master on purpose…”

Sure, Master had been planning to sell him at one point.

But he didn’t want her to know the money came from secretly selling his own blood. That would just make him look useless.

Everyone already looked down on him, and he was honestly no better—he slept and ate all day, the only difference from a complete waste of space being that he could eat more.

Su Ci smiled faintly but didn’t expose the clumsy lie. Instead, she kept an even closer eye on Xiang Zhi’ang, rarely letting him go out alone anymore.

It became hard to tell who was imprisoning whom.

At the Xiang family’s old mansion, a suited man was reporting the latest intel to Xiang Zhanhui.

“Chairman, the young master used the money he got to buy an estate, and he appears to have imprisoned a girl. It’s been over ten days, and he hasn’t stepped outside once.”

To avoid alerting the young master, their investigators had all disguised themselves as food delivery drivers.

Xiang Zhanhui’s expression was unreadable.

He’d spent years worrying himself sick over his rebellious son. Just when the boy finally came of age, he introduced him to several good matches—yet the brat rejected every one of them.

Rejection was one thing. But to run away from home?

As an incubus, Xiang Zhi’ang was already seen as a threat by many. Xiang Zhanhui couldn’t afford to launch a public manhunt. It had taken months to finally find a lead and now—

The little brat had sold himself.

And Xiang Zhanhui, an old man, had worried himself half to death for months for nothing.

It was a good thing, he supposed, that his son had finally come around. But if he’d really imprisoned an innocent girl? That was beyond unacceptable—disgraceful, even!

Xiang Zhanhui let out a long sigh.

Trained security in black were already geared up and mobilized, heading toward the estate in a large convoy—ready to drag the young master back by force if needed.

Su Ci hadn’t left the house in far too long. Her extended leave had already run out, and she owed the company several days. Her manager, deeply worried, checked in with her three times a day.

Su Ci was perfectly fine—in fact, she was looking a little rounder, thanks to the diligent little incubus taking care of her.

But things couldn’t go on like this. She asked her manager if he could help her file for resignation.

The manager suspected her safety was at risk and refused to help unless she showed up in person. Only then would he consider approving her resignation.

From behind, Xiang Zhi’ang leaned in, his voice syrupy and slow, as if he had a melted mint on his tongue.

“Where is Master going? No more work? What if you’re not home and I get sick? What if Master comes home and finds me dead for no reason?”

Su Ci pinched the exaggerated corner of his mouth.

“Fine, fine, I won’t go to work anymore. I’ll quit today and stay home to raise this clingy baby of mine. Can’t even be apart for a minute—who spoiled you like this…”

Xiang Zhi’ang was shamelessly proud.

“Obviously Master did! When you were feeding me six meals a day, you didn’t say I was too clingy. Now you’ve spoiled my appetite and you want to cut me off? No way~”

Not far away, Xiang Zhanhui sat in the car, watching the scene unfold with disbelief.

Was this really the same arrogant, prideful son of his?

The boy looked no different from a stray mutt wagging its tail by the roadside.

He might have found the scene amusing…

If it weren’t for the fact that Xiang Zhi’ang had lost his memory.

After years of butting heads with his rebellious son, Xiang Zhanhui knew better than anyone how much his son despised bonding contracts. He didn’t just dislike them—he hated them.

If he ever regained his memory, he might very well turn on the girl in an instant—resenting her for taking his incubus mark, maybe even seeking revenge.

As a responsible father, Xiang Zhanhui had to end this mess before it escalated.

As for the girl who’d been imprisoned—well, the harm had already been done. He would offer her the most sincere compensation he could.

In Xiang Zhanhui’s eyes, his amnesiac son was a dangerous, uncontrollable beast—one who had already bitten an innocent and seduced her into staying willingly in captivity.

You could tell by how obsessively he controlled her:

He carried her into the car himself, buckled her seatbelt, fed her fruit while driving, and even reached over to kiss her hand at red lights.

The assistant had overheard him insisting the girl resign today, sever all contact with the outside world, and stay home from now on—to be his private food source.

It was downright immoral.

If she hadn’t been seduced, what woman could accept such a way of living—no freedom, like a delicate doll under complete control?

Some might call it an exaggeration, but Xiang Zhanhui spoke from experience.

He had once obsessed over Xiang Zhi’ang’s mother in the same way—and paid a terrible price.

She had chosen to harm herself just to escape him.

At the time, he had been abroad on business. Before he could even fly home, he received the tragic news mid-flight. Not even the top doctors could save her.

He would not let history repeat itself.