Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 12

It was all so absurdly natural.

It was so unbelievable that Qi Du thought his brain had short-circuited. Even now, he half-suspected he was trapped in some kind of layered dream.

They didn’t even end up reviewing the lesson—he just clung to Su Ci, sticky and unrelenting.

“Why did you talk to Senior like that earlier? I was devastated. You were teasing me on purpose… unless it’s because you like me. I’m so pathetic.”

Su Ci pulled out her phone and played a recording of the call. The boy’s aggrieved, pitiful eyes widened slightly, his cheeks gradually flushing red.

So it turned out—it was the senior from her lab. He’d misunderstood and thought she was dating another colleague, worried that the guy might poach her from his project.

And Su Ci hadn’t said anything remotely flirtatious.

It was all his fuzzy eavesdropping and wild imagination.

His puppy head drooped instantly, rubbing shyly against her shoulder.

“I’m sorry… I get it now. Please don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“There are so many boys who want to hire you as a tutor… Why’d you choose me to be your boyfriend?”

“Love at first sight.”

“Liar. Yesterday you didn’t like me at all. You didn’t act the least bit nervous like I did when I saw you.”

“Because you’re rich.”

“Liar again. You didn’t even blink at those platinum cards.”

“…Fine. Because I’m mentally ill.”

“Ah, so that’s the real reason! But you’re so gentle. You don’t look sick at all. I really like that.”

“…Idiot,” she thought. Of course a lunatic falls for another lunatic. Normal people can’t understand their twisted chemistry—that’s why they click instantly, why they feel like kindred spirits.

“Susu…”

“Mhm.”

“Cici-baby…”

“Here.”

“Jiejie…”

“Stop fooling around and read the question carefully.”

“Wifey~”

“Your voice is turning into smoke. What is it?”

“…Can I… kiss you again?”

Their two-hour tutoring session had a total of—maybe—ten effective minutes.

By the time they finished, it was already eleven. Uncle Zhong was instructing the house staff to move a bed into Qi Du’s room and lay down soft, skin-friendly linens.

Originally, they were going to tidy up the adjacent storage room for Su Ci, but the furnishings all needed replacing, so it hadn’t been dealt with yet.

As for the guest room? Qi Du hadn’t even considered it. She wasn’t just “Su Ci the tutor” anymore—she was his beloved wife.

Qi Du pointed, dissatisfied. “Closer.”

Uncle Zhong replied, “It’s already quite close. Any closer and the two beds will be touching.”

“Why can’t they touch?”

Uncle Zhong looked helplessly at Su Ci. She smiled gently. “Do as he says, Uncle Zhong. Sorry to trouble you.”

Qi Du snuggled up to her and rubbed against her. “Wifey, you’re the best.”

Uncle Zhong: “…???!!!”

The staff moving the bed: “…???!!!”

They didn’t dare open their eyes, hoping it was all a hallucination.

Could someone explain to them what exactly happened in the study over those two hours?

Their young master—a moody, defiant maniac—actually won over the otherworldly, goddess-like Miss Su through self-harm?

Seriously?

Miss Su Ci was so gentle and kind, with the looks of a fairy and the grace of a jade maiden. Even if she didn’t end up with a literal immortal, surely she deserved someone normal?

No shade intended. Just jealous.

They couldn’t even glance at Miss Su without risking their jobs, but the young master got to hug her and call her “wife” like it was nothing. This world is just… unfair.

Oh no—just imagining that their crazy young master would get to sleep next to Miss Su tonight made them insanely jealous.

Why couldn’t they be the crazy ones?

Since Su Ci had moved into Qi Du’s room, it was natural for her to use his bathroom to wash up.

In front of his “wife,” Qi Du acted generous and composed. “Of course, no problem. Whatever you like, I’ll make sure you have it. Just let me know if you’re missing anything.”

But the moment she went in, he turned into a fidgety mess, pacing back and forth like a hyperactive squirrel. When he caught a glimpse of her silhouette behind the frosted glass, his ears turned blood red.

His wife… was lethal.

Even though he didn’t plan to do anything with her just yet, she was using his bathroom, his towel, his shampoo, his bathrobe…

Something felt wrong. His nose was burning. Was he getting a fever again?

Qi Du reached up—and came away with a palm full of sticky blood.

Nosebleed.

He quickly stuffed a tissue up his nose, then remembered he didn’t have any skincare products. So he snuck into his mom’s room and grabbed a bunch of unopened ones.

Just as he was trying to figure out how to use them, the bathroom door opened.

“A-Du, can you bring me some clothes? Yours will do.”

Drip. Drip.

His nosebleed soaked through the tissue and hit the floor.

His wife really was sick. Just like that afternoon—she only wanted to wear his clothes, even though there were brand-new outfits in the house that his mom had never worn.

This conclusion filled Qi Du with a kind of unspeakable joy and excitement.

It felt like they belonged only to each other, driven crazy only by each other.

He carefully selected a high-quality dress shirt, and for pants, a pair of drawstring shorts.

What he didn’t expect—was that Su Ci came out wearing only the shirt. She hadn’t even buttoned it up. Her body still radiated steam from the shower.

She had a great figure, and her fair skin made the red birthmark on her collarbone stand out even more.

Qi Du clutched his nose and dashed into the bathroom, eyes straight ahead.

His wife was outside. As much as he wanted to do something, he couldn’t. He quickly took a cold shower and forced himself to calm down before coming out.

And then he nearly lost it again.

The silk shirt Su Ci had been wearing was now carelessly thrown onto the carpet.

His lovely wife lay sprawled in the middle of the bed he usually slept in, blanket pulled up only to her waist, revealing her delicate butterfly-shaped shoulder blades.

Which meant…

Which meant…

Qi Du swallowed hard and crawled stiffly into the other bed, wrapping himself tightly in the blanket.

He was scared he might lose control and touch her.

Su Ci thought her silly little boyfriend was just the right mix of timid and obedient. Very entertaining.

“Didn’t someone say ‘closer’ just now? Why are you sleeping so far away now? Afraid I’ll eat you?”

“N-no… I just… really like you. So much.”

Qi Du scooted a bit closer, still not daring to look at her. His long lashes cast deep shadows as they trembled.

He was also afraid he might hurt her. After all, he was an uncontrollable lunatic.

A soft scent drifted over.

Qi Du’s breath caught.

Something warm and tender landed on his eyelid.

“Goodnight kiss, boyfriend.”

…

Out in the hallway, Uncle Zhong was solemnly reporting the young master’s condition to Madam Qi.

“…Yes, the young master is in a relationship now. The girl is very outstanding, very patient with his temper. Though I honestly don’t know what she sees in him.”

Given their young master’s condition, aside from a bit of money, he was lacking in just about every department.

Uncle Zhong felt it was a shame for Miss Su Ci. She deserved the best—not someone this… sick.

On the other end of the line, Madam Qi paused for a moment before saying:

“He’s grown up. If he’s capable of taking responsibility for his choices, let him be.”

“My daughter-in-law is a guest—treat her well. Don’t let her suffer. I’ll come home as soon as my business trip ends.”

Uncle Zhong: “……”

“Also, find out what my daughter-in-law likes. As her future mother-in-law, I’d like to bring her a gift.”

Uncle Zhong: “……”

No joke—after decades as a butler, this was the first time Uncle Zhong felt both Madam Qi and her son were being a bit too full of themselves.

They were already calling her “daughter-in-law”? Miss Su Ci only stayed because she was worried the young master might hurt himself! Who knows how much she really likes him—or whether she’ll ever marry into the Qi family!