Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 14

While checking the trending threads on the forum, Qi Du was obediently waiting downstairs by the dorm building, wearing a pink cat-themed face mask as he prepared to help Su Ci move.

All those absurd rumors were nonsense—auditing classes at Jing University was completely allowed.

The real reason he donated the building was simple: he just wanted to improve his wife’s living environment. Ideally, the new dorm could be built with private bathrooms in single rooms.

He was absolutely seething with jealousy toward those three girls who got to eat and sleep alongside his wife.

His wife belonged to him. Even if they were girls, it didn’t matter. No one else was allowed.

But building a new dorm would take time. By the time it was finished, his wife might’ve already graduated. Qi Du realized Su Ci would still have to stay in the current dorm in the meantime.

He didn’t dare tell her what he was really thinking, so he could only try to act cute and beg.
“Wifey, can we get a place off-campus? I want to live with you.”

Unexpectedly, Su Ci agreed.

In front of her, Qi Du increasingly felt like a normal person. No matter how outrageous or unreasonable his requests were, she always had enough patience to accommodate him.

Jing University didn’t allow male students into the girls’ dorm building.

Qi Du paced anxiously downstairs, sweat pouring from his head. The luggage was so heavy—could his wife really handle it alone?

Should he hire a few girls to help? But then again, his wife didn’t like him interacting with strangers, and he himself wasn’t too comfortable with others touching her belongings.

After agonizing for a while, Su Ci’s roommates ended up carrying everything down for her—except for one soft, white plush toy they left in her arms.

They weren’t about to let their dazzlingly beautiful roommate break a sweat.

Even though the three girls were crying their eyes out about Su Ci moving out—eyes puffy and red—they were still all hands on deck when it came to helping her.

Reluctance and putting up a strong front could very well coexist.

Once they got downstairs, one roommate couldn’t resist sniping at Qi Du.
“Wearing a mask in this heat—what, are you that ugly?”

Qi Du tightened the mask and replied politely, his voice muffled.
“Yeah, I’m too ugly to show my face. My wife doesn’t like it when other people look at me.”

The truth was, the mask was meant for Su Ci. She was too popular on campus. There were always people following her, pretending not to.

Such clumsy acting.

But it didn’t matter—his wife only had eyes for him.

She’d said it herself: love at first sight.

But the mask was useless.

Even if she wrapped herself up from head to toe, those obsessed fanboys would still go crazy over the back of her head, a single hand, even a strand of hair.

Eventually, Su Ci gave up and stuck the mask on Qi Du’s face instead.
“A-Du is mine, right? Boys should protect themselves too.”

So Qi Du swapped out his short-sleeved sportswear for a full coverage outfit, zipped his sun jacket up to cover his neck, and added a pair of sunglasses over the mask.

Su Ci’s three roommates had absolutely no good impression of Qi Du. He’d barely been around a few days and was already dragging her off to live together, not to mention rumors of him dropping out and possibly having mental issues…

Aside from being rich and mildly attractive, what made him any different from some thug with dyed hair?

When Qi Du tried to give them red envelopes to thank them for taking care of Su Ci, the girls immediately shut him down with icy faces. This guy really had nothing to offer besides money.

He thought maybe treating them to a meal would be better.

But he wasn’t willing.

Su Ci had already eaten too many meals with them. From now on, every meal she had should be a sweet date—with him.

He borrowed a small cart from the dorm supervisor, loaded up the suitcases and bags, and grinned like a fool behind his sunglasses and mask.
“Let’s go, wifey. Let’s go home.”

Su Ci stuffed the plushie into his arms.
“Put these in the car first. I forgot something. I’ll be right back.”

Qi Du walked away, dragging the cart while pitifully glancing back every few steps.

But the second he was out of her sight, he bolted—running like mad. If he moved fast enough, maybe he could double back and escort her personally. Image? Whatever.

Outside the dorm fence, An Kefan—hiding in a corner—finally let out a sigh of relief after seeing Qi Du leave. Then she darted up the stairs.

She knew this trick well.

In her past life, when Qi Du had upset her, he pretended to be a delivery guy just to sneak into the dorm.

Who would’ve thought this time he’d go even further—staking out the place and pretending to help people move.

Thankfully, she had been prepared. Otherwise, she’d have been caught by that psycho again.

Back in the dorm, as soon as An Kefan turned on the AC, a commotion erupted downstairs.

Had Qi Du found out she was back?

Her heart dropped.

She grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around her face, carefully peeking from the balcony.

From the second-floor vantage point, she could see and hear everything.

A scruffy guy in a leather jacket, face twisted with rage, blocked a girl’s path.
“Su Ci! Be honest—did you badmouth me to Zhen Zhen? Why else would she suddenly call off the engagement? I don’t have a sister like you!”

The girl lifted her head and looked at him coldly.
“I’ve never considered you my brother.”

Yes, Su Ci had absolutely meddled. But was it really wrong? She simply couldn’t stand by and watch an underage girl walk into a wolf’s den.

Su Ci’s identity and background had been randomly assigned by the system. She knew very well there were no good people in the Su family.

Including this “daughter”—whom the Su father had literally snatched off the street to do manual labor.

When Su Ding saw her face, he froze. Was this really his sister? She looked nothing like he remembered. She was… stunning.

In that instant, all the times he’d begged her for money and hurled cruel words at her flashed before his eyes. Shame washed over him.

He knew their father had never given her a living allowance.

Not even since middle school. They’d wanted her to work part-time to support the family. It even became a police case.

But since Su Ding knew she was smart and had tutoring jobs, he still asked her for money from time to time.

Right now, regret hit him like a train. How could he have done that? And how could he come here, to her school, just to hurt her because of some random girl?

He lifted his hand, intending to slap himself.

But as he did, a sharp blade slid out from his sleeve—he looked like he was going to stab her.

Up on the balcony, An Kefan’s heart was pounding.

It was like she was under a spell—she wanted to run down and help the girl, maybe even check her over for injuries afterward.

But before she could act, a masked and sunglass-wearing boy appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Su Ding’s wrist, and twisted it sharply.

Bones cracked. The knife stabbed into Su Ding’s stomach.

Qi Du then kicked him aside and calmly called the campus security hotline.

Afterward, he took Su Ci and left without a word.

No one stopped them. Everyone had seen who pulled the knife first.

This dorm wing was full of medical students, and several helpful girls ran downstairs immediately to make sure Su Ci wouldn’t be wrongfully accused.

Unexpectedly, Su Ding—ashen-faced—pulled out the knife himself and staggered after them, clutching his bleeding stomach and shouting in repentance:
“Sis, I was wrong!”
“Don’t go! I won’t ask you for money again. I’ll make sure Mom and Dad treat you better. From now on, you’ll get your allowance every month, I swear…”
“I promise they won’t hit you or curse at you anymore. They won’t force you to drop out or get married. Please come home…”

All the girls in the dorm: “…”

What a wretched man. Disgusting.

A few of them blocked him off and forcibly treated his wounds with a first-aid kit. Moments later, his howls of pain echoed up from below.

An Kefan stared at the scene in stunned silence.

She never imagined someone as beautiful and admired as Su Ci would have such a dysfunctional family. Even her own brother, An Guangyao, would never pull a knife on her.

But looking at Su Ding’s regretful face, she felt a spark of hope. Maybe her parents would change too. Maybe they’d soon start making things up to her.

As for Su Ci…

An Kefan suddenly felt a pang in her chest. Being dragged off by that lunatic Qi Du—maybe getting stabbed would’ve been kinder. Physical wounds heal. Mental ones don’t.

What Qi Du had done to her in their past life still haunted her today, leaving her in constant turmoil.

Thinking of that, she grabbed a medical mask, put it on, and quickly followed.

She’d witnessed what happened—she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t. The punishment meant for her shouldn’t be borne by someone else.

Maybe even she couldn’t tell if she wanted to help Su Ci escape that monster…

…or if she just wanted an excuse to see Qi Du again.

Because between Su Ci and Qi Du, there were far too many details she had chosen to ignore.