Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 168

You Che recalled the night he delivered food to his “sister’s” place and caught sight of two pairs of men’s slippers at the entryway. Different sizes, too.

If one pair belonged to Su Xu, then the other must’ve belonged to this so-called brother-in-law.

Size 42—roughly someone between 174 and 179 cm tall. A full ten centimeters shorter than him? That guy was supposed to be his brother-in-law?

Would the kids even grow up to be tall or good-looking?

Would her parents really be okay with some average-looking man marrying their daughter?

If she and that guy were already living together… then what did that make him? And what about all the posters of him she’d plastered in her bedroom?

Was he just her unreachable white moonlight—someone she loved but could never have?

You Che stared off in a daze, finally realizing that most fans eventually go on to fall in love, get married, and have kids.

An idol is just a spiritual anchor—someone too far removed from real life. Maybe it wasn’t really him that she liked. Maybe she was just chasing the feeling of victory.

But now? He was nothing but a complete loser.

No wonder she hadn’t recognized him despite all their run-ins. Or maybe… maybe she had. Maybe she just didn’t want to acknowledge him anymore. Maybe she was embarrassed by how useless he’d become.

In the span of a single minute, You Che’s imagination ran wild.

Maybe after he left her place that night, she threw out everything in her room. Maybe she’d already moved on to a new crush and was just quietly watching him act like a clown, desperate to win her back. Maybe…

Maybe everything in her room—every poster, every photo—wasn’t even her doing. Maybe they were put up by that so-called boyfriend Su Xu mentioned.

He had male fans too. It wasn’t impossible.

The adrenaline from his earlier workout had faded, and the flush in his face turned to a sickly pallor. He looked like someone recovering from a serious illness—like he might collapse at any moment.

“S-Sorry, I’m really off today. I’m ending stream early. Banwa-jiejie, I’ll make it up to you with a duo queue another time.”

He practically choked those words out, fumbling with the equipment in his rush to shut it all down. In the end, he just yanked the plug out of the wall.

“You’re running already? I’m not even done yelling at you—”

Su Xu had just been about to drag him back into the room for round two when a strange realization struck him—

Wait… “I’m ending stream”?

A chill ran down his spine.

Crap. He’d messed up.

Meanwhile, Su Ci had just come back from the kitchen with a bottle of water and found the duo room empty. You Che had logged off, his avatar in her friends list grayed out and offline.

Not even a word of goodbye?

Su Xu shrank into his seat, too scared to say anything. Not because he felt guilty for chewing out You Che—but because he was now terrified that his careless outburst might bring a wave of online harassment crashing down on his sister.

You Che had as many followers as a mid-tier celeb, and most of them were young and aggressive gaming fans. The kind of deranged fans who’d fight to the death online.

Sure, You Che was in the wrong for trying to swoop in as the third wheel, but with a little narrative spinning, the whole situation could easily be flipped. Su Xu could already imagine the flaming hot takes.

“Jiejie, turn off friend requests for now. He probably rage quit. Let’s just keep playing the two of us.”

“Oh? Did he say anything else?”

“He said he wasn’t feeling well.”

That part was technically true. No lies there.

Su Ci frowned in concern. “You don’t think he hurt his hand again doing push-ups, do you? Forget the game, Xu. I’m gonna head upstairs and check on him.”

“Up…stairs?”

Wait. Had he realized too late?

Had his sister already been fully seduced by You Che?

In that case, his noble attempt to protect her happiness…

Might’ve just completely backfired.

But it’s fine. His sister deserved two servings of happiness. He’d help her keep it a secret. Even if You Che was a few months younger than him… he could accept him as a brother-in-law.

With his unwavering dedication to all things sister-related, Su Xu quickly sorted out his emotions.

He even decided to call You Che to apologize. If his sister liked him, then hey—even being the third party was fine with him.

After the car accident, You Che trended again.

But not because he was making a comeback.

#DE.YouChe Homewrecker
#YouChe Livestream Duo Disaster
#YouChe Knew He Was the Third Wheel
#Fanfic Author Banwa Allegedly Cohabiting With Someone While Writing YouChe Fics—Emotional Cheating?

And so on…

Weibo and every short video platform had his name on the trending list, but You Che had zero interest in looking. He still couldn’t figure it out—how had his sister ended up living with someone?

He lived just one floor above her. Every time he came home, he’d purposely take the stairs just to pass by her door. He never saw any other man coming or going.

Except for Su Xu. But Su Xu was family.

Some man who left his girlfriend home alone while he was out messing around? No way that guy was a catch. No way he was better than him.

He might be young, but that was the only thing he lacked.

Why was Su Xu supporting some irresponsible loser instead of helping him win his sister’s heart? Did their year of brotherly dorm-life mean nothing?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His rage finally exploded, and he picked up his phone to call Su Xu—only to see Weibo notifications full of insults.

He tapped in—and nearly had a heart attack.

“YouChe’s hopeless. Doesn’t even care about rehab. Instead he’s livestreaming with girls. Spits on the spirit of esports. I’m done being a fan.”
“Sure, he’s a jerk, but that girl’s no saint either. Has a boyfriend and still strings him along. Desperate hag.”
“They’re both trash. Don’t let either off the hook.”
“Protect Banwa! If writing fic is cheating, every author should be in jail!”
“Can she not? Dreaming about YouChe in her fic while shacking up with someone else IRL? Gross.”
“Poor guy. You the real MVP, brother-in-law. Speak up if you’re reading this!”

You Che slammed his keyboard down and fired back.

Insult him all you want—but don’t you dare insult his sister!

@DE.YouChe: One becomes two, two becomes three, and from three springs all things. Three is a beautiful number. The world needs threes. If I like being the third wheel, that’s my business. It has nothing to do with Banwa-jiejie. If I haven’t offended you personally, don’t test me—I’ve got legal notices ready.

If being an absent boyfriend qualifies you as a “real” partner, then every man on Earth is husband material. I only became the third wheel because I care about her. You think I’m the only one who’d love to be her #3? Y’all are just bitter and jealous.

A life without being someone’s third is incomplete. If you’ve never been one, I pity you. And if you knew who I nearly got to be the third for, you’d realize how damn lucky I am.

As Dostoyevsky once said: “Behind every successful woman is a line of outstanding men.” Me? I just want to be one of them.

Men? You single because you’re dumb? If you’ve got a dick, act like a decent man. If you can’t manage that, go reboot yourself.

You win, okay? I’ll go talk to her boyfriend first thing tomorrow. I’ll pour him a cup of tea and pay my respects. We third wheels have rules too.

After a string of furious keyboard smashes, You Che successfully redirected all the attention onto himself. Satisfied with the tidal wave of angry comments, he closed Weibo.

There was something nagging at the back of his mind—some detail he might’ve missed.

But it didn’t matter.

Because right now, the most important thing was—

He was going to become her third wheel, no matter what.