Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 169

You Che opened his phone and tapped on the pinned chat thread. There was so much he wanted to say to her—wanted to beg her not to leave him—but he didn’t even know where to begin.

Everyone scolding him was right. If he had even a shred of moral decency, he never would’ve shown up at her door after learning she was “Su Xu’s online girlfriend.”

But now it turned out the “boyfriend” wasn’t Su Xu at all—it was another man entirely. And he? He was just a cardboard cutout stuck to her wall, a ghost from a past no one cared about anymore.

If she never liked him, then why did she buy so much of his merch? Why call him “Chebao” behind his back? And if she really disapproved of his advances, why hadn’t she pushed him away?

The girl who had stirred up so much chaos in his heart lived just one floor below, yet You Che didn’t dare face her. He was terrified the answer he’d get wouldn’t be one he could bear.

And if she really did have someone else… he wouldn’t even have the right to be her side guy anymore.

Burying his face in the blanket, You Che lay there like he could escape his crashing life by suffocating himself in cotton.

He stayed like that until the lack of air started to make his head spin—and that’s when he heard it.

The doorbell. Ringing again and again.

Who would be visiting him this late at night?

Could it be… her so-called boyfriend?

You Che’s dazed brain snapped into full alert. He braced himself before opening the door. If the guy was here to vent his anger on him…

Then so be it. He wouldn’t fight back.

If you want to be the third party, you’d better learn how to take a beating like one.

All that mattered was if the man would be willing to accept him being with her too.

His slender fingers curled around the doorknob and pressed down slowly. You Che closed his eyes.

“Go ahead. If I die for being the other guy, then I guess that’s just my fate.”

He couldn’t stop loving her, even if he wanted to.

A gentle tug on his sleeve snapped him out of it.

“Who’s going to hit you? You didn’t hurt your hand doing push-ups, did you?”

The moment he heard that familiar voice, You Che’s eyes flew open.

His face still frozen in a dramatic, martyr-like expression, he was completely thrown off.

“J-Jie… Why are you here?”

How did she even know he lived upstairs?

Oh god, he was doomed. His carefully crafted image, his flawless reputation, his little errand boy disguise—it was all ruined now. And it was all Su Xu’s fault for being too chatty!

He was nothing now. Just a pervy stalker obsessed with using the internet to get closer to her. Every night, he’d secretly peer into her balcony with binoculars just to see if she’d gone to bed.

She must be so disappointed in him.

He cast his gaze downward, eyes full of despair. But then he caught sight of the first aid kit in her hand, and his heart did a little hopeful flutter.

Then again… maybe he was overthinking it. Desperate to change the subject, he asked awkwardly:

“Why’d you bring that? Did someone get hurt? Or are you injured and just can’t reach the spot? I can help you… if you want?”

Su Ci’s lips curved into a smile, the kind of smile so breathtaking it could make your heart stop—though the words that followed could make anyone break out in a cold sweat.

“Chebao really doesn’t get it?”

“Or are you just pretending not to?”

She nudged the dumbfounded boy back inside, moving with the natural ease of someone entering her own home. With a casual flick, she locked the door behind her.

“I’m here to check on your hands, Chebao. Didn’t I already warn you last time? I’m a sasaeng fan.”

“Bringing a sasaeng back home, you’ve got some nerve. Want to guess what the consequences will be?”

You Che swallowed nervously, completely overwhelmed by her advancing steps. He stumbled back onto the sofa, legs giving out beneath him.

His long lashes trembled uncontrollably.

Anyone seeing him now would find him pitiful and irresistible.

Only he knew what was really going on—that he was so excited he’d lost the ability to speak. All that remained was his body’s uncontrollable reaction.

“J-Jie…”

Su Ci parted his tense legs and kneeled on the sofa, one leg propped up as she loomed over him. From this angle, she could see every flicker of emotion on his face.

Panic. Euphoria. Shyness.

Beneath that obedient exterior was the same twisted obsession mirrored in her own eyes… He was even looking forward to a reward.

She reached for his left wrist. Taut muscle wrapped around bone, the tension creating beautiful lines down his arm. Veins snaked from his forearm to the back of his hand.

She pushed his sleeve up, revealing a jagged scar.

“Jie, don’t look…”

You Che tried to pull his arm back, flinching as if to hide the ugly mark.

Then came the kiss.

Warm and damp, her lips landed on his forearm. The unfamiliar tenderness made every nerve ending in his body light up like it had been set on fire.

His Adam’s apple bobbed with a dry swallow. Shame flushed across his face, and he tried to suppress the groan crawling up his throat.

“J-Jie, don’t… Jie-fu won’t like this—”

“Mmh…”

A stifled moan finally slipped out.

Su Ci gently bit down on the scar and looked up, her voice coaxing and dangerous.

“Chebao, what’s more important—making Jie-fu happy, or making me happy?”

His face instantly turned crimson, the tips of his ears and neck following suit.

“Y-You’re more important… I want to…”

He closed his eyes in shame, giving her full access to do as she pleased.

But the next moment, he felt… nothing.

He opened his eyes—hazy and unfocused—only to find her sitting a full seat away, head down, scrolling on her phone.

Wait, what?

Why’d she stop?

You Che bit his lip, upset and too embarrassed to ask.

Was it because he wasn’t good enough?

He was only eighteen—there was still room to grow!

Meanwhile, Su Ci was busy Googling something: “Jie-fu.”

She had no idea she’d apparently gotten herself a husband.

The moment she opened her phone, a wave of notifications flooded in—[Your followed user DE.You Che has posted. Come take a look!]

Clicking in, she was greeted by You Che’s now-viral series of declarations… owning up to being the “homewrecker.”

Su Ci’s brows furrowed before she’d even finished reading. Then a message came in from Su Xu: an apology for saying too much, and a reminder not to check trending topics for the next few days.

Too late. She’d already seen everything.

Including edited livestream clips and recordings that You Che had hired someone to delete—but didn’t get to in time. Now they were right in front of her.

She closed her eyes.

For the first time, she realized just how much chaos a well-meaning little brother and a love-crazed little simp could cause in under ten minutes.

You Che, seeing her cold expression, felt even worse.

He shuffled closer cautiously.

“Jie… are you mad? I’m sorry, I know I messed up. Will you still be my sasaeng fan? I’m yours, I swear. I’d never act like this for anyone else.”

His voice was low and pitiful, filled with fear that she might abandon him after everything online.

If it were anyone else, he’d never stoop to being the third party.

But it was her. And she liked him too, didn’t she? She kissed his arm just now…

He couldn’t help thinking: if only the scar had been somewhere more… strategic—like on his face or lips—maybe she would’ve kissed him there too.

But ruining his face didn’t sound great either…

Looking into those pleading puppy eyes of his, Su Ci couldn’t even summon the energy to stay angry.

He’d created a fake love rival in his head, then got all sulky about it in front of her.

And she was supposed to console her self-pitying little maniac? Who was going to console her for this imaginary husband nonsense?

Without a word, Su Ci forwarded his infamous post to her own Weibo:

[@Banwa: That’s also him]

“Clack—”

The crisp sound of her phone hitting the coffee table echoed through the room.

You Che’s heart skipped a beat.

He glanced down nervously. The screen had gone dark.

His fingers clutched the edge of his shirt.

“Jie… what do I have to do to make you forgive me?”

JIe – Older sister