Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 111

Outside the office building, Su Ci coaxed and comforted the little incubus in her arms over and over. Only after promising she’d be back within thirty minutes did she manage to slip through the company’s front doors under his syrupy, reluctant gaze.

Only when her figure fully disappeared did Xiang Zhi’ang withdraw his gaze. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, staring intently at the lock screen, admiring it with all seriousness.

What was he supposed to do again?

Oh—finances. Right. Investments!

Now that Master was keeping a closer eye on him, he couldn’t sneak out to sell his blood anymore. He could only try to grow the little money he had left through investing.

Whether it was dumb luck or some hidden talent, his stocks had never dropped since he started following beginner guides. He’d even made back all the money he spent on the estate.

Sigh. Not like he dared spend any of it.

What if Master asked where the money came from again?

So Xiang Zhi’ang just secretly saved his earnings, continuing to play the role of a frail, pampered freeloader incubus.

On the rare occasions when he couldn’t resist the urge to spend, he’d pretend to take out the trash—only to retrieve luxurious gifts and packages delivered through a runner service.

He was like a hoarding squirrel, bringing home more and more extravagant items—sometimes a gemstone the size of a pigeon egg, other times a pair of crystal shoes encrusted with diamonds…

“Master! Look at this marble I found! Isn’t it pretty? Let’s play marbles together~ I’ll hold you while we play, Master let’s snuggle~”

“Master, it’s Qixi Festival today! I went digging in the trash again and found this pair of shoes—so sparkly and beautiful, what a shame someone threw them away…”

“Master, I’m so useless… You won’t be mad that I picked up a dress someone else wore, right? Huh? It still has the tag? Maybe the buyer forgot to take it off!”

“Master, take me on a date, please? I won a free couple’s meal voucher online—praise me! Praise me now!”

After admiring his master’s beauty for a bit longer, Xiang Zhi’ang’s hands started to itch again. He quickly searched online for whatever luxury goods were trending lately—he had to know what to scavenge next.

If someone else’s master had it, his master had to have it too!

And if others didn’t have it? Then his master needed it even more!

A qualified incubus had to raise his master in “poverty”—never letting her know that the food she was eating was imported fresh by air, or that the clothes she wore were worth millions.

Raising her in “poverty” would help build her independence, strengthen her resilience, and instill healthy values about money.

Like now—quitting her job to raise an incubus, cutting off her financial independence—that was serious pressure. But Master accepted it fully.

A master who’s willing to suffer with her incubus—how bad could she really be?

Xiang Zhi’ang decided on the spot to completely forgive his master for the time she tried to sell him.

From now on, it would be just the two of them.

Living alone together in a cold, massive estate spanning thousands of square meters.

Their days filled with nothing but sleeping, eating—or sometimes eating while sleeping.

Just thinking about it… made his incubus blood boil with excitement!

So perfect! His master belonged to him alone now!

Not far away, at the entrance of a nearby café, Yu Ruowei clenched her fists tightly. Her venomous gaze was locked on the tall figure just disappearing into the company building.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket—it was yet another rent collection notice from the landlord. She’d lost count of how many times now.

Rent, rent, rent! Were they dying to reincarnate as fast as possible?!

This was all Xiang Zhi’ang’s fault! Why the hell did he suddenly move?! She’d been running all over the city for more than ten days without finding a trace.

With no other options, she resorted to loitering outside the company, hoping to get lucky. And lo and behold—she really did spot Su Ci!

Learning from her past failure, she didn’t act recklessly this time. Instead, she contacted a professional demon-hunting organization, hoping to strike a win-win deal.

“Yes, Chenxi Tech building, get your people here quickly. Don’t do anything in the public area, okay? This is a top-tier incubus like you’ve never seen before…”

After hanging up, Yu Ruowei was practically trembling with excitement—every pore on her skin quivering.

She didn’t care what happened anymore. As long as they caught Xiang Zhi’ang, she’d get a huge payout and finally be free.

“Ma’am, would you like to come in for a coffee? You’re blocking the entrance to our café. Could you please step aside? Customers need to get in.”

Yu Ruowei turned around and snapped.

“Twenty bucks for a latte? Why don’t you go rob a bank instead? The sidewalk doesn’t have your name on it—I’m not moving!”

She was done living this pathetic, looked-down-on life.

While she was arguing with the staff, she turned around again—only to find that Xiang Zhi’ang had vanished from the entrance.

Could the demon-hunting team have moved already? That fast? But she clearly told them not to act in a public place!

Then again, the cameras didn’t catch her on film. If the hunters got arrested, that was their problem, not hers…

As she walked off gloating internally, she had barely taken a few steps when a man in black covered her mouth and dragged her into a nearby alley.

“Mmm—mmph!!”

When Xiang Zhi’ang woke up, he was surrounded by more than a dozen men in white lab coats. The air reeked of disinfectant so strong it made him gag.

“You? Tch, should’ve known a dark market buyer would be heartless. Trying to eat at a buffet without paying, is that it?”

Flexing his wrists, his knuckles cracked ominously as he stalked toward the middle-aged man with a cold face.

The trained bodyguards immediately stepped forward to block him.

“…I’m your father,” said Xiang Zhanhui.

Xiang Zhi’ang sneered. “You’re a senile faker. Think I’ll believe that? In that case, I’m your granddaddy.”

He moved around the guards and headed for the door, his agitation obvious.

Damn it. He’d been too careless. Now this group of degenerates had taken advantage.

Master must be frantic by now, coming out of the company only to find him gone. What if she thought he ran away on purpose? What if she gave up on him…

Terrifying thoughts swirled in his mind nonstop.

Xiang Zhi’ang didn’t even have time to deal with the bastards who brought him here. All he could think about was finding his master as soon as possible—explaining everything, begging for her forgiveness.

Xiang Zhanhui sighed and raised a hand.

“Hold him down.”

Half an hour later, Xiang Zhi’ang had finally calmed a little—though only because he was forcibly restrained to the hospital bed.

The doctors examined him again and again before finally shaking their heads helplessly.

“Chairman Xiang, we can’t say for sure when the young master’s memories will return.”

“Showing him old photos, beloved items, or letting familiar people accompany him may help restore his memory.”

Xiang Zhanhui pressed a button, and the bed rose automatically. His assistant stepped up and began playing a loop of every photo and video of the young master growing up.

Not just family portraits and group photos—even surveillance footage from the estate and the office was spliced together, in hopes of sparking something.

“Boring!” Xiang Zhi’ang scoffed. “Old man, I’m warning you—let me see my master right now!”

He glanced at the metal cuffs around his wrists. Pretty solid quality. He made a mental note to bring two pairs home later as a gift. Master would definitely praise him.

“Quit wasting time. I’m not calling a thief my father. Unless you take me to see Master and let me apologize properly, I might consider calling you godfather…”

Xiang Zhanhui—over fifty, always a dignified and shrewd businessman—was now trembling with anger, his temples throbbing visibly.

“I am your real father, you ungrateful brat! What do you mean ‘recognize’ me?!”

Xiang Zhi’ang spat at the floor. “Pah!”

On the screen, childhood photos and videos played. From babyhood to age five or six, the features were unmistakably his.

Tch, he thought. AI face-swapping tech is getting real advanced. Think you can fool me with this? Keep dreaming.

He didn’t bother watching. Instead, he lowered his gaze, silently calculating whether breaking his own hand would be enough to escape.

But… would Master still like him if he showed up as a crippled incubus with a broken hand?

His perfect hands… would never be able to touch her again…

Suddenly, a familiar voice roared from the video:

“I’d rather die than form a bond with a human!”

“I, Xiang Zhi’ang, would rather die from a heat-induced rut, be hacked to death like a monster, or starve to death on the streets—
—than ever accept a bond!”