Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 13

It was Sunday, and An Kefan still had to tutor Xu Tao as usual.

Yesterday she earned 302 yuan from tutoring. Last night, she impulsively spent over 200 topping up her game. Then, at noon, she recharged 100 yuan onto her cafeteria card.

Her WeChat balance had somehow dwindled to a meager 2.05 yuan.

Frowning, An Kefan checked the balance on all her bank cards, only to discover—she had nothing left. Not a single cent.

How was that possible? She distinctly remembered saving over ten thousand yuan in total!

Panicking, she checked her transaction history. All the money had been withdrawn from ATMs—near her residential complex.

No wonder her dad had called a few days ago, stopped pestering her about money, and went quiet. Turns out he had gone behind her back and taken the bank cards to withdraw the cash himself.

An Kefan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. Why had she ever shared her account details with them? Why had she left her cards at home?

But then again—her father was sick and needed medical treatment, and her younger brother needed tuition fees. It was a lot of money, sure, but it was necessary.

And thanks to memories from her past life, An Kefan knew her parents would soon come around. At most, in a month or two, they’d start making it up to her.

So, there was no need to burn bridges now and waste their guilt.

She grabbed her bag and, before leaving the dorm, asked her roommates, “Can anyone lend me thirty yuan for a taxi? I’ll pay you back after tutoring tonight.”

The roommate who’d lent her thirty yuan yesterday looked a little confused. “Kefan, you haven’t paid me back yet. It’s not a long walk. Why not take the subway?”

This was the same roommate who had lent her a game account the night before. She knew An Kefan didn’t come from money and truly meant well.

Never mind that tutoring paid well by the hour—there was lesson prep, homework correction, and after-class explanation. All things considered, it wasn’t easy money.

But that hit a nerve. An Kefan’s face darkened and she snapped back sharply—

“So what if I cost you a few stars in that game last night? It’s just thirty yuan, why are you so passive-aggressive about it? I’m not saying I won’t pay you back!”

She wasn’t about to squeeze onto a crowded, smelly subway train. A taxi ride was just thirty yuan—barely one-tenth of her daily earnings from tutoring.

The roommate choked on her words, caught between anger and disbelief.

“Kefan, I didn’t even complain about the game. I’m just looking out for you.”

She didn’t fight back, assuming Kefan was just in a bad mood, likely upset from not landing the tutoring job at the Qi household.

A tutoring gig that paid 2,000 yuan per hour—just two hours equaled what most people earned in a month. Even rich girls in school had their eyes on it.

But An Kefan only sneered. “Looking out for me? Then why don’t you take the subway yourself? Why do you never eat from the cheap food stalls?”

All this talk about frugality, and yet she never lived by it. Clearly, it was just to feel morally superior.

An Kefan should’ve known—this roommate was a pretentious phony.

Back in her past life, when Qi Du gave her a limited-edition sports car for her birthday, this same girl had begged her for a joyride, giggling and posing for pictures.

And now she had the nerve to chase her for a thirty-yuan loan after just two days?

What a hypocritical social climber.

Seeing the tension rising, their chubby, food-loving roommate jumped in to mediate.

“Xinxin, I’ll cover Kefan’s loan this time.”

“Kefan, I’ll lend you the taxi fare. No rush to pay me back. The sun’s brutal outside—don’t forget your umbrella.”

An Kefan’s mood improved significantly. She accepted the transfer and suddenly found the chubby roommate’s round face a lot more pleasant to look at.

Not the prettiest girl, but with a decent heart. When An Kefan made it big, she’d take her to taste real cuisine—so she’d stop thinking her usual ten-yuan takeout counted as fine dining.

But then came day two, day three, day four… An Kefan kept borrowing money. It started with taxi fare, but soon even her meals were on loan.

Jinyue, the food lover, had already spent most of her living expenses on snacks. She couldn’t afford An Kefan’s extravagant spending anymore.

So she gently probed, “Kefan, you must be earning a lot from tutoring these days, huh? Where does it all go?”

An Kefan instantly became guarded. “Didn’t you say there was no rush to pay it back?”

Jinyue laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I’m not rushing you. It’s just… I don’t have much left for the month, so I can’t lend more today.”

An Kefan pursed her lips, displeased. “Fine, don’t.”

She opened WeChat and messaged Xu Tao for thirty yuan. He quickly sent 52, saying it was for iced milk tea.

Casting a glance at Liu Jiaxin playing mobile games, she said meaningfully, “Three years of living together, and a younger boy is still more reliable than some so-called friends. Guess I need to choose better.”

Her words stung. Even someone as easygoing as Jinyue was clearly hurt.

An Kefan slung her backpack over her shoulder and strutted out. The sun umbrella she grabbed? Jinyue’s spare.

Yu Qing, who had stayed quiet until now, finally muttered, “Did you see all those WeChat transfers? Lots of 52s, and even 13.14 ones…”

Jinyue’s jaw dropped. “She took those too? Isn’t that kind of… wrong? That boy she’s tutoring is just a kid!”

Liu Jiaxin, finishing her game, said cryptically, “Wanna know where all Kefan’s money really went?”

Jinyue looked blank. “No idea. She makes a lot and still borrows—my wallet’s almost empty.”

Jiaxin sighed and poked Jinyue’s forehead. “Girl, seriously, wake up. Don’t lend her another cent.”

After the past few days, Jiaxin had seen Kefan’s true colors.

She pulled up An Kefan’s gaming profile and shoved it in Jinyue’s face. “All her money’s gone into this game. See this skin? It costs at least 2,000 yuan to pull.”

She’d even confronted Kefan once, thinking someone else was playing her account. But Kefan just snapped at her:

“So what if I use my own money to buy skins? Why do you care? Jealous you can’t afford it?”

When Jiaxin suggested she repay Jinyue first, An Kefan lashed out again:

“Why are you more anxious than the emperor himself? You just can’t stand me and Jinyue getting along, huh? So bitter!”

Jinyue and Yu Qing were left speechless.

Was this really the sweet, frugal, kind Kefan they’d known?

How had she suddenly become so… insufferable?

Meanwhile, An Kefan was wondering the same in reverse. Had her roommates always been such stingy, petty girls?

In her past life, if she asked for thousands, they’d lend it without hesitation.

Now? They couldn’t even spare a few hundred.

Clearly, their kindness back then was all fake—just an act to win favor, maybe even to get close to Qi Du.

Why else would they always dress up when meeting for meals?

Thinking of Qi Du made her heart twist. Even after all this time, the fear she once had for him had mostly faded.

It felt strange not having someone constantly watching her. Almost… unsettling.

In her past life, just one look from her, and Qi Du knew exactly what she wanted. He’d have it delivered right away.

She coughed once—he brought her warm water and lozenges.

Maybe Qi Du wasn’t all bad. Xu Tao definitely didn’t pamper her like that.

On impulse, she opened the campus forum. She remembered someone mentioning Qi Du’s name at lunch.

#Goddess Su Appears, Blink and You’ll Miss Her!#

Before she could click, the top thread vanished. Replaced by something even more shocking—

#Su Ci, She’s Mine#

The audacity in those four words made An Kefan’s heart jolt with unease.

Below were threads that read—

#Qi Corporation Donates Two New Buildings to Jing University—Construction Begins This Summer#
#Qi Corporation Announces Multiple New Scholarships with Easy Application Criteria—Click for Details#
#Insider Scoop: Qi Corporation’s Real Reason for Donating—To Get Their Young Master a Spot as an Auditor So He Can Date His Girlfriend#
#I Give Up. How Do You Compete With Rich Kids Like This?#

Only a few words stood out to An Kefan: “Qi Corporation,” “Young Master,” and “Auditing Student.”

Qi Du was coming to Jing University? As an auditing student?

She hadn’t even agreed to date him. How could he shamelessly say it was for “conveniently dating his girlfriend”?

Why?! Had he found out where she was again? Was he going to chase her, cling to her like before?

She had done everything to avoid him—and still couldn’t escape her fate?

In the scorching summer heat, An Kefan’s face went pale. Cold sweat broke out and rolled down her back.

She felt like she’d just been pulled out of ice water.