Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 15

Clutching Su Ci’s hand tightly, Qi Du’s knuckles turned white as he dragged her all the way to a small grove by the lotus pond before finally stopping, panting heavily.

He knew he had snapped—he had stabbed someone right in front of his wife.

But when he saw that man yelling at her, pointing a knife at her, it had only taken 0.01 seconds for his reason to collapse entirely.

He couldn’t control himself. All he wanted was to kill the man who had threatened his wife.

Qi Du knew perfectly well that stabbing someone else and hurting himself were two very different things.

Would his wife think he was violent? A dangerous maniac? Would she become afraid of him? Leave him? Break up with him?

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Cold sweat soaked his forehead. His grip on Su Ci’s hand tightened further, as if he could keep her from slipping away.

Only when she gave a soft hiss did he abruptly let go, realizing he’d squeezed her delicate, pale fingers red.

“S-Sorry… I’m sorry, baby, I was wrong…”

His eyes burned. His voice choked with emotion.

He tore off his sunglasses and mask, lowered his head, and gently kissed the poor fingers he’d hurt, blowing on them softly in a clumsy attempt to ease the pain.

But the next moment, her hand reached up and scratched his chin lightly, then cupped his face tenderly, her eyes filled with infinite warmth.

No matter how many times he saw them, Qi Du always found himself drowning in the depths of her gaze like it was the first time.

Stunned, he watched her slowly close her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered down, and her flawless features leaned in—

A gentle, pampering kiss landed softly on the tip of his nose.

It carried her unique scent and immediately soothed the frantic turmoil in his heart.

“Ah Du, thank you for protecting me. That’s your reward.”

His overwhelming negativity vanished in an instant. A blush crept across his cheeks, and his eyes lit up as he stared at Su Ci with utter devotion.

“Protecting my wife is what a boyfriend should do! I love you the most, baby~ Are you hurt anywhere? It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone…”

Behind a large banyan tree nearby, An Kefan stood wide-eyed in shock, both hands clamped tightly over her mouth to keep from gasping aloud.

From her angle, it really looked like the two were kissing. And given her prior assumptions, she was convinced it had been Qi Du who made the move.

Unbelievable! Absolutely shameless!

How could Qi Du take advantage of her like that and force Su Ci into doing something so vile?

Su Ci was beautiful, gentle, and outstanding. How could that sick, perverted psycho like Qi Du even be worthy of touching a girl like her?

An Kefan almost couldn’t hold herself back. She wanted to charge out and yell in his face—If you’ve got something dirty and disgusting to do, do it to me! Leave Su Ci alone!

But then she remembered what happened in her last life. After she went on one blind date, Qi Du lost his mind. He bought a private estate over a thousand square meters just to lock her up. There were over ten maids waiting on her day and night.

And to cut her off from normal social contact, he even opened a private hospital just for her to work in, hiring every staff member himself.

Even the patients she saw were meticulously screened—no troublemakers, all female, all over forty, with no history of infectious disease.

Qi Du said he was afraid young and pretty female patients would distract her attention.

An Kefan had cursed him to his face, called him an outright lunatic.

Sure, she lacked for nothing back then, but she had lost the most precious thing—her freedom.

Thinking of all this, An Kefan hesitated. In her heart, she whispered countless apologies to Su Ci—It’s your misfortune to have caught his eye. Don’t blame me.

The moment Qi Du seemed to sense someone hiding behind the tree, An Kefan ducked down and bolted away, heart pounding, stealing glances back to check if he was chasing her.

Qi Du’s tone was aggrieved and upset.

“I shouldn’t have acted so carelessly in public… I let a random stalker see my baby. She got peeped on because of me…”

“It’s okay,” Su Ci wiped the sweat from his brow. “She’s gone now. I’ll let you make up for it with a kiss, boyfriend.”

With the summer cicadas shrieking above them, Qi Du listened to his own thundering heartbeat, cupped his wife’s soft cheeks, and kissed her—tenderly and reverently.

…

An Kefan ran all the way back to the dorm. It wasn’t until the tenth time she looked back and confirmed Qi Du hadn’t followed that she finally relaxed.

Qi Du hadn’t noticed her. She should’ve been glad.

After all, she knew all too well—once Qi Du saw her, he’d start obsessing over her again with that sick, relentless madness.

There had been plenty of women prettier than her who’d tried to be his mistress, but Qi Du never spared them even a smile.

That was the outcome she had always hoped for… yet for some reason, she felt an odd sense of emptiness and disappointment.

Maybe it was because Qi Du had broken his promise. Those words of eternal love he once whispered, he’d sworn would be for her alone.

But now, he’d kissed another girl. Without hesitation. And didn’t even care that she’d been there and gone.

Men lie with their sweet mouths. She’d never fall for Qi Du’s tricks again.

Feeling worse by the second, An Kefan took out her phone and started gaming, completely ignoring the dozens of group chat messages tagging her about their project.

…

Su Ding was taken to the hospital by some “helpful” strangers.

When Father and Mother Su learned their precious son had been hurt, they were both heartbroken and furious. That very night, they boarded a high-speed train to Jing City.

Faced with their aggressive interrogation, Su Ding firmly insisted—

“Dad, Mom, this has nothing to do with my sister. I did it to myself. It’s not a serious wound either—just give it ten days or so.”

Mother Su poked his head angrily. “Have you been brainwashed by that vixen Su Laidi? How many times do I have to tell you—she’s not your sister, just a servant we picked up!”

Su Ding recalled his sister’s cold but proud expression. How much had she suffered to grow into someone so calm and unyielding?

“Mom, that’s too much! She has a name—Su Ci. You and Dad had better treat her right from now on, or I won’t acknowledge you as my parents!”

Father and Mother Su stared at each other in confusion.

Their son’s character? They knew it better than anyone. Wasn’t he the one who used to order Su Ci around the most? Always asking her for money?

Sure, it was under their silent approval and instigation…

How had just one meeting with that little tramp changed his attitude so drastically? Could it be Su Ci had seduced their son?

That couldn’t happen. They were counting on marrying her off for a hefty bride price!

After asking around, the couple finally learned it had been Su Ci’s boyfriend who stabbed their son.

That boyfriend? No ordinary man—he’d donated buildings and set up scholarships. Clearly from an elite family.

Originally intending to punish Su Ci, they quickly changed their minds. Maybe they could extort her instead.

They went to Su Ci’s advisor and demanded she be summoned for an in-person mediation.

The advisor took one look at the sour, mean-faced couple and just wanted to brush them off. Su Ci? Straight-A student, top of her class, scholarship winner every term—how could she have possibly harmed anyone?

But when the advisor didn’t summon her, the couple threw a tantrum outside the office—screaming, rolling on the ground, even threatening to record everything and post it online to be judged by “over a billion netizens.”

Left with no choice, the advisor reluctantly made the call.

When the girl with the backpack walked in, the couple went stone still. They instinctively stepped closer, needing to get a better look.

Was this really their adopted daughter Su Ci?

Three years without seeing her—how had she become this stunning?

If they’d known she’d grow up this obedient and beautiful, they never would’ve withheld her allowance… never would’ve forced her to work part-time, or let that useless son of theirs drain her dry.

Mother Su’s eyes softened with unfamiliar affection. Her expression turned gentle as she nervously wrung her hands.

“Sweetheart, that brat Su Ding didn’t hurt you, did he? Your father and I just wanted to check if you were doing okay.”

Father Su, remembering all the beatings and scoldings, grew teary-eyed with guilt. He pulled a thick wad of cash from his wallet.

“Right, Dad brought you some spending money. If it’s not enough, I’ll send more. Don’t give your brother a cent anymore…”

The advisor nearly burst out laughing. If this was concern, why the two-hour scene just now like they were collecting a debt?

Su Ci simply watched them act, and when they moved closer to touch her, she quickly stepped aside.

Their sudden concern was only because she was Su Ci—the beloved, perfect Su Ci.

It had nothing to do with a change of heart.

So Su Ci coldly dialed 110.

“Hello, officer? I’d like to report a case—there’s a couple suspected of child trafficking… Me? I’m the victim they trafficked.”