Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 151

In the third year of the apocalypse, Lu Yunhe resigned from his position at the Zombie Containment Center, handing over command of the massive zombie army to several high-level subordinates.

When his resignation letter made its way up the chain of command, everyone involved was stunned.

Under the “reason for resignation” section, he had written just one simple line:
“Requesting marriage leave for my honeymoon. Please approve.”

A secretary respectfully presented the paper document.
“Sir, please take a look… Also, do you think Director Lu will ever come back?”

Without Lu Yunhe overseeing operations at headquarters, and with the tireless, nearly indestructible zombie army still active, the freshly recovering defense department was already under immense pressure.

Lu’s father studied the letter in silence for a long while before signing with a flourish.
“Forget it. Let him go. The dead deserve respect. The man’s died once already—getting married isn’t easy for someone like him.”

He knew his son well. If Lu Yunhe had chosen to resign, it meant he’d already made thorough preparations.

—

At the Nanzhou Base, Su Ci and Lu Yunhe were warmly welcomed the moment they stepped off the helicopter.

“Miss Su, you must be exhausted from the journey. Please sit and have some floral tea and snacks. If our hospitality falls short, we apologize…”

“The rare plant seeds you sent last time are thriving! We’ve harvested three batches in just one season…”

“Su Su, let me show you the room setup. If anything’s missing, just say the word…”

Lu Yunhe stood stiffly with a cold expression, watching helplessly as the base leader chatted away, holding his wife’s arm while ushering her into the beautifully decorated guest suite.

Bang!
The door slammed shut in his face and locked.

Maybe coming here for their honeymoon was a terrible idea.

When it came to winning a woman’s favor, women clearly had more finesse—subtle, gentle, and impossible to guard against.

Half an hour later, the door finally opened.

Faced with his frosty glare, the base leader shivered.
“Apologies! I assumed zombies didn’t need to eat, drink, or sleep. Hope you’ll forgive me.”

She chuckled to herself. Of course she’d do it again.

Three hundred sixty-five days in a year—what’s a few hours borrowed from Su Su? She was a hardcore, no-nonsense straight girl, after all. They were just talking about some, ahem, “girly” things.

But just as she finished explaining, a young girl dressed in bubblegum-pink barreled into the base leader’s arms.
“Wife, wife! Where did my goddess go?! I need her autograph, a photo, to mark her with my ability, and take her to dinner!”

Lu Yunhe: “Heh.”

Straight girl? She’d better be.

—

Nanzhou Base had been founded by a group of resilient women in the apocalypse to shelter those the major bases wouldn’t accept—namely, the elderly, infirm, or non-powered civilians.

The base leader, Ban Jia, had been a gifted grad student before the fall. The excitable pink-dress girl was Bei Siling, like Su Ci, a rare wood-type ability user.

After a brief introduction, Ban Jia got a call and had to excuse herself. She asked Bei Siling to take them on a tour of the base.

Along the way, Lu Yunhe had no choice but to listen to a constant barrage of giddy chatter from the younger girl clinging to his wife.

“Goddess, I’ve admired you for so long!”
“Goddess, look at the flowers I raised…”
“Goddess, I prepared this just for you…”

Su Ci responded with gentle smiles throughout. Even when Bei Siling stumbled over her words in nervous excitement, Su Ci remained patient and attentive.

Under their care, Nanzhou Base had become an orderly haven. In just three years, it rose to rank among the top three most reputable bases outside the official network.

No social hierarchy, no job discrimination, no gender wars… Survivors here lived in peace, and even the sea breeze smelled like freedom.

After passing through the bustling streets, the noise faded behind them.

Beside a utility pole sat a disheveled woman, her clothes tattered, hair matted, muttering to herself as she kicked at the pole repeatedly.

Bei Siling moved to block the view, embarrassed.
“Sorry, please don’t mind her. Her mental state hasn’t been stable for a while.”

The woman’s name was Yan Shengnan.

A year and a half ago, Ban Jia rescued her from the jaws of a mutated animal during a mission and brought her back to the base for treatment.

Bei Siling had personally cared for her during recovery, tending to her for more than two weeks.

Who could’ve predicted that the first thing Yan Shengnan said after waking was a scornful remark about Bei’s frilly pink dress:
“The world’s ended and you’re still dressing like a sugary little wife? Pathetic.”

But that was just the start of her wild behavior.

Because the base was founded by women and its policies gave preferential treatment to women who contributed equally, Yan latched onto this and stirred up dissent among civilians, demanding the same rights as male ability users—or she’d accuse the base leaders of “simping for men.”

Ability users were already rare. Each mission risked life and limb to bring back supplies for the others.

The base rejected Yan’s demands, so she retaliated by spreading rumors, claiming Ban Jia had slept her way into leadership.

To prove her point, Yan began dressing seductively, flaunting herself around male ability users she thought liked Ban Jia.

They ignored her.

Even after being tossed into the street, she continued to shout:
“I’m not wrong! She’s a useless woman with no powers. Why should she be base leader just because she has a man? If she can lead, so can I!”

Yan still believed that, as a former wood-type ability user, she was more qualified than Ban Jia to lead. She vowed to kick all men out and redistribute resources solely to women.

What she didn’t know was that Ban Jia had once been a powerful fire-type user, and had sacrificed her core in the early days of the apocalypse to fend off a massive zombie horde.

And those male ability users Yan had tried to seduce? They all saw Ban Jia as their savior—and saw Yan as a clown.

No one had wronged Yan Shengnan. She had brought this on herself.

Bei Siling didn’t mention these old, ridiculous stories—afraid they’d tarnish her goddess’s ears. She quickly nudged the tour forward.

Lu Yunhe wrapped an arm around Su Ci and made a call. Half an hour later, a squad from the nearest prison arrived to take Yan Shengnan into custody.

At that moment, Bei Siling was introducing Su Ci to the local seafood. Seeing the arrest, she sighed.
“She never really did anything truly evil…”

Though yes, her personality was insufferable.

Lu Yunhe cut her off.
“Some people only refrain from doing harm because they’ve lost the ability to. That doesn’t mean their past wrongs are forgiven.”

Justice may come late, but it still comes—for Qin Yuyu, for Duan Yiyi, for the innocent students and passersby.

Bei Siling paused, then nodded solemnly.
“You’re right.”

Good people, no matter how hard life gets, resist the urge to do harm.
Evil people—even when handed bread and milk—will only suspect poison.

—

Nanzhou Base was peaceful, warm, and welcoming. Su Ci fell in love with the sea breeze and sunshine, and the two of them stayed for two months before setting off again.

When the locals learned they were on their honeymoon, Ban Jia and the other leaders threw them a grand wedding celebration in thanks for all their support and aid.

In the fourth year of the apocalypse, Su Ci received an invitation to join a national research initiative on zombie virus vaccines and anti-toxin serums. Ban Jia was invited as well.

Now their roles were reversed: once, Su Ci had waited for Lu Yunhe to come home; now, he was the one pacing the door, anxiously watching the clock.

Since quitting the containment center, he had devoted himself entirely to supporting her. Whenever the research hit bottlenecks, he stayed up with her through the sleepless nights and hair-pulling stress.

But not once did he say, “Quit your job, I’ll take care of you.”
Instead, he did everything a good partner should, supporting her unwaveringly as she chased her dream.

Lu Yunhe firmly believed his wife would become the greatest pharmacologist of the new era.

In the seventh year of the apocalypse, the first antiviral drug extracted from a rare mutated plant was released.

Su Ci’s name, as lead developer, was etched into history in bold.

This time, the end of the apocalypse arrived twenty years earlier than it had in the original timeline.

—

After everything was over, Su Ci and Lu Yunhe returned to Nanzhou’s coast for vacation. With Lu’s naturally low body temperature, she used him like a living ice pack.

“Honey,” he said lazily, “I’ve always been curious. Did you accept the research institute’s offer because it matched your major?”

He remembered that first day, when she bandaged his wounds and said she was a pharmacy student.

But later… he started to suspect that wasn’t the whole truth.

Su Ci gently traced his unchanged features, eyes curving like a crescent moon.
“Lu Yunhe, you’re sharp. There’s an official reason, and an unofficial one. Which do you want first?”

“Official. Bitterness before sweetness.”

“Officially speaking, I’m part of humanity. It’s only right to contribute to our survival.”

She’d read the original text, knew some hidden plot points. But the development process was glossed over in vague summaries, which meant she had to make up for a lot of gaps in her research.

“And unofficially—”

She lowered her head until their foreheads touched.

“Lu Yunhe, I wanted to see a peaceful world with you—one without war, without sickness.”

Their kiss deepened, passionate enough to make the lounge chair beneath them creak in protest.

Long after, as the salty sea breeze scattered the heat of the moment, they lay together in silence.

Lu Yunhe pressed soft kisses to her cheek, his eyes dark with emotion—as if through her, he was gazing at the horizon and everything still unknown.

“What are you thinking about?” Su Ci asked.

“About what I’d do if you ever left me.”

“Lu Yun He,” she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Looking into her focused, unwavering gaze, Lu Yunhe suddenly felt at peace.

He was just one of countless grains of sand on the shore.
How had he ever dared to hope the sun would shine just for him?

But it had. And for that, he was infinitely grateful.

To have given his life to the red flag,
To have given his heart to you—
Thank you for choosing me.
May every year be filled with joy.