Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 113

In a spacious, luxurious room, a certain incubus—who had just learned the truth—finally recovered all his memories after suffering a splitting headache, gut-wrenching anguish, and a complete blackout.

Xiang Zhi’ang jolted awake from a nightmare, only to meet the eyes of a private doctor holding a frying pan at his bedside.

The high-priced physician hired by Xiang’s father adjusted his glasses, tossed aside the “weapon,” and smiled warmly with a professional air.

“Young Master, you’re finally awake?”

“If you’d slept any longer, I might’ve killed you by accident.”

Xiang Zhi’ang shot him a frosty look and reached up to touch his throbbing forehead—only to feel a swollen lump slick with blood.

“What did you do to my perfect face?”

“Ahem… well, sometimes a little trauma can jog a patient’s memory. It’s just a minor flesh wound—and look, your memory did come back, didn’t it?”

“What memory? Who said I wanted it back? Dr. Wang, I don’t remember anything!”

“If that’s true, how did you know my last name is Wang?”

“Tch, I guessed. I told you—I don’t remember a thing!”

Dr. Wang: “……”

You can never wake a young master who’s pretending to sleep.

“Why are you just standing there? Get over here and patch me up—I have to go find Master and apologize! Hurry it up, quit dawdling!”

As he disinfected the wound, Dr. Wang sighed.

“Young Master, be reasonable. Humans and demons are different. Miss Su won’t love you. She’s only temporarily enchanted by you. You two were never meant to last…”

He’d once pursued a human woman too. She only treated him like a toy—inviting her girlfriends to tease and humiliate him for laughs.

To humans, incubi were never more than playthings. After that, he lost all hope and eventually settled down with another heartbroken female incubus.

“Tch, Dr. Wang, you just love sticking your nose in other people’s business.”

Xiang Zhi’ang folded his arms across his chest, pulling a cold smirk that he thought looked calm and cool—but it was honestly more twisted than if he’d just burst into tears.

“Why should she love me? She’s my master, I’m her slave. Have you ever seen a master fall in love with their slave? You don’t get it. It’s normal that she doesn’t love me.”

As if to prove his point, he rattled off one absurd declaration after another:

“If she were madly in love with me, that’s when I’d get suspicious she was after something. I think it’s great keeping things strictly master and servant.”

“Can’t last? Dr. Wang, don’t tell me you’re just bitter because someone dumped you? What’s with all this ‘all masters are bad’ nonsense—so petty and vindictive.”

“Oh, by the way—does Mrs. Wang ever tie you up with restraints and whip you with a little leather crop for fun? No? Then you clearly don’t understand my happiness.”

Dr. Wang nearly snapped: “……”

“Young Master, are you some kind of self-destructive duck?”
“Would it kill you not to be so stubborn and sharp-tongued?”

“Ugh, ducks are filthy—don’t compare them to me.”

He was a chaste, loyal incubus, saving himself for Master.

It didn’t matter if she didn’t love him.

He could keep seducing her forever.

“Young Master, telling me won’t help. This whole setup was arranged by the Chairman. He’s already speaking with Miss Su, and if she chooses not to take you back…”

Xiang Zhi’ang suddenly snapped the alloy handcuffs off.

His eyes glinted dangerously as he snarled:

“What… did… you… just… say?!”

By the time Xiang Zhi’ang burst into the room, Su Ci had just finished watching the surveillance footage—and her expression wasn’t exactly friendly.

When he heard his own voice in the recording, reciting that infamous line, Xiang Zhi’ang felt like the sky had collapsed. An invisible boulder crushed his chest; he could barely breathe.

He was truly blessed with such a terrible father.

“Thud—!”

Rushing in too fast, he tripped over the threshold and went sliding across the gleaming floor—skidding to a stop right at Su Ci’s feet.

When he looked up, his face was streaked with tears. The bandage on his forehead was poorly wrapped, pink-stained with blood. His scrunched-up face looked like a pitiful, bedraggled little gourd.

“Smack!”

He slapped himself across the cheek.

“Master, please don’t abandon me! I know I was wrong—I’ve said so many awful things, but not forming a bond with you will literally kill me! I hadn’t met you back then—”

With teary eyes, he pointed an accusing finger at his dad:

“It’s all his fault! He kept pressuring me to bond with a female. I don’t want that—I only want you, Master!”

Xiang Zhanhui: “……”

Just when he thought he couldn’t be more embarrassed, his shameless son would find a new low.

Was there really no more dignified way to plead for forgiveness?

It seemed his memory was back, and this pathetic display was hard to watch. Xiang Zhanhui was torn between shock and relief—he’d underestimated the boy’s ability to switch masks.

Bonding with a human was still better than starving to death.

He glanced at the girl, who still looked a bit irritated.

He hadn’t expected such a dramatic change in his son. Hopefully, Su Ci wouldn’t hold it against them.

As both father and son watched nervously, Su Ci finally reached out and wiped the tears from Xiang Zhi’ang’s face.

“You idiot. Swearing that kind of oath just because you didn’t want to form a bond?”

She scolded the little incubus sternly:

“Don’t ever joke about your life again. If I hadn’t picked you up in time, you’d probably be nothing but a pretty pile of bones by now.”

Xiang Zhi’ang beamed through his tears and instantly clung to her palm, nuzzling against it shamelessly:

“Then I’d still be your skeleton, Master! Master, Master~”

“Look what they did to me! They ruined my perfect face! You won’t leave me just because I’m ugly now, right? They bullied me—I want to go home with you!”

Xiang Zhanhui: “……”

Enough already. How humiliating.

“Of course I won’t,” Su Ci said as she squished his pouting cheeks. Then she turned to his father and added politely, “May I take Zhi’ang with me? I promise I won’t mistreat him.”

She felt a twinge of guilt as she said it.

If handcuffs, whips, and stun batons didn’t count as mistreatment… what would? But if she didn’t indulge the little incubus, he’d just accuse her of not loving him again.

Xiang Zhanhui waved her off.

“Go on, go on.”

A grown son was like water thrown out the door.

As Su Ci led Xiang Zhi’ang away, they hadn’t even taken two steps when Xiang Zhanhui called out, choosing his words carefully:

“When will you come back to pick up the breeding license… and maybe arrange a wedding?”

Xiang Zhi’ang shot back coldly:

“Not if you’re the one planning it. Who knows if you’d play that cursed surveillance video at the ceremony? Go ahead—I dare you.”

Tch. Almost scared Master off, this useless father.

Good riddance to the drag on his love life!

Meanwhile, Yu Ruowei was suffering again in the hospital.

The Xiang family had long supported incubi in secret, and the hospital had plenty of insiders. Tweaking a few test results was no problem.

When she finally emerged, she looked utterly worn out—but all the medical tests came back clean. She had no choice but to accept her bad luck and a mountain of unpaid bills.

Then came the demon hunters—furious after their botched operation. Instead of catching Xiang Zhi’ang, they got beaten half to death by bodyguards sent by Xiang Zhanhui.

They quickly turned on Yu Ruowei. If she hadn’t fed them false intel, none of this would’ve happened.

And just like that—there she was, stepping out of the hospital, walking straight into their path. Fate has a twisted sense of humor.

Yu Ruowei got beaten up again.

These greedy bastards had no intention of helping her. They dumped her, broken and barely breathing, in a back alley to die.

Her phone was smashed—totally unusable.

Lying there, thinking she was done for, Yu Ruowei desperately begged the universe for one more chance. If she survived this, she swore she’d never be this stupid again.

And then, Lin Yang—collecting rent—happened to pass by and called the police.

Don’t get the wrong idea. If she hadn’t owed him rent, he wouldn’t have given a damn whether she lived or died.

When Yu Ruowei woke up at the station, she went ballistic—grabbing Lin Yang by the collar and screaming:

“This is all your fault! Why didn’t you let me die?!”

Lin Yang: “……?”

“Sorry for saving your life, I guess?”
“Calm down. Pay your rent first, then die if you want.”

After she left, Lin Yang found several illegal items in the apartment she’d rented. At first, he’d thought he could let it go if she paid up.

Now? No need to be a gentleman.

Thanks to Lin Yang’s report, the police quickly traced her connections and located the rest of the demon hunters.

During interrogation, Yu Ruowei was defiant.

“Those tools were for dealing with incubi—vile, filthy monsters. Why shouldn’t we wipe them out? I did nothing wrong. This is illegal detention!”

The officer sighed. “Actually, according to our records, you attempted to use banned devices on a human. The victim’s family filed a report—they want you prosecuted.”

Another officer added, surprised:

“Miss, haven’t you heard? The revised Incubi Protection Act is about to take effect. Hunting them will soon be illegal.”

Incubi weren’t as scary as the rumors said.

Just a few days ago, their squad leader had started dating an incubus girlfriend—sweet, clingy, like a soft little cupcake. The single guys on the force were jealous as hell.

Even the famous entrepreneur and philanthropist, Mr. Xiang, was an incubus.

He’d done far more for society than those demon hunters hiding behind slogans while smuggling incubi for profit.

Yu Ruowei couldn’t accept it.

Her entire future—built on trafficking incubi—had just gone up in smoke.

After her detention ended, she stood in front of the station, lost and empty. No home in this unfamiliar city, no job, not even that easy, high-paying gig.

She suddenly remembered her old roommate, Dai Yi.

Dragging her exhausted body back to their rental house, she was greeted with crushing news:

“Oh, Dai Yi? She got promoted a few days ago—transferred to headquarters to work with the big boss. Threw a party and everything. Didn’t you come?”

Meanwhile, Su Ci was spending Incubus Valentine’s Day with Xiang Zhi’ang, celebrating the traditional holiday of his kind.

“Master, I have a surprise for you.”

The boy slipped up behind her, gently covering her eyes, whispering against her ear.

Something cool brushed her collarbone—smooth as jade—then began to warm, releasing that familiar, intoxicating scent of his skin.

“Okay, open your eyes!”

Xiang Zhi’ang’s eyes sparkled. His slightly sweaty body pressed against hers, nuzzling affectionately.

“Do you like it, Master?”

Su Ci looked down. It was a translucent pendant, carved in the shape of the two of them—intertwined in a kiss.

“You secretly shaved your horn again?”

He pouted. “No, no—this is tradition! It’s customary to give a horn-carved love token to your master today—it’s how we keep love eternal!”

“And didn’t I say if you ever hurt yourself again, I’d stop wanting you?”

Xiang Zhi’ang lowered his head guiltily, nibbling his fingers.

So fierce… Master is so fierce…

When she still didn’t forgive him, he pulled her into his arms and whispered between kisses and ear-bites:

“Master, wanna play celestial crane game?”

Su Ci: “…Aren’t we playing it right now?”

Xiang Zhi’ang flushed red.

“N-not that kind! Master’s being bad!”

Sure, he rarely acted serious.

But when it came to making Master smile—Xiang Zhi’ang was the most professional incubus in the world.

He pulled out his well-groomed tail, the heart-shaped tip gleaming with polish.

“I just learned a new trick! My tail can glow, change color, and shoot heart-shaped energy waves. One kiss charges it full!”

Su Ci: “…Really?”

“Of course! I’d lie to my dad before I’d lie to you. Don’t blink—watch me perform!”

He bent down and kissed the tip of his tail. It crackled to life with pink sparks.

Su Ci stared at him in silence.

After a few moments of self-entertainment, Xiang Zhi’ang shyly switched off the lights and whispered:

“Master doesn’t like it? I can braid with it… or toss flying discs…”

He reached for a vase to demonstrate.

“You sure this is a toy?”

If one kiss charged it up…

Su Ci held down his squirming tail and leaned in—biting it before he could react.

“What about this? Will it explode?”

“Yes!! It’ll explode—I’ll explode! Master let go! I can’t take it—wahhh!!”