Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 17

After living with his wife in the newly bought school district home for a month, Qi Du found his possessiveness growing increasingly out of control.

At first, he would still take his wife to upscale restaurants or exclusive private entertainment venues. Just seeing her enjoy herself made him feel content.

But gradually, the watchful eyes that lingered on her wherever they went began to make him deeply uneasy. He wished he could keep her hidden away at home forever.

Especially that one time—he took her to a concert of a popular singer. Because they’d bought VIP seats, they were sitting in the front row with the best view.

Halfway through the performance, the singer spotted his wife—masked and all—and her eyes lit up instantly. Ignoring the occasion, she came down from the stage just to ask for her autograph.

Thankfully, the on-site security and Qi Du’s bodyguards managed to hold back the overzealous fans who had seen her face on the big screen.

Naturally, they didn’t stay to finish the concert. Qi Du even wiped away a couple of tears in secret.

Because his wife had signed autographs and taken pictures with that singer—and with several other girls, too.

But Su Ci had noticed his low spirits. When they got home, she wrote lipstick marks all over his firm chest and abs, finally managing to coax him into a good mood.

The next day, Su Ci received a mountain of lipsticks, glosses, lip creams… enough to require a whole separate shelf just to store them.

Truthfully, Su Ci didn’t care much for makeup. Her looks were so naturally striking that cosmetics hardly made a difference—unless she was deliberately trying to look plain and keep a low profile.

Under her boyfriend’s eager gaze, Su Ci searched online for makeup tutorials—just to satisfy his sense of achievement.

The beauty vlogger in the video began introducing her skincare routine.

Qi Du’s hand, resting by his side, clenched suddenly. His dark eyes narrowed intensely.

“Wife, why don’t we start with a hand mask? Let me do your skincare and makeup, okay?”

He didn’t like her paying such focused attention to someone else—especially that vlogger, whose comment section was filled with things like “sister, mwah!”

Qi Du didn’t want his wife’s sense of gender preference being swayed by strange internet comments.

Su Ci absentmindedly tousled the cowlick on his head and smiled warmly.

“Mm, A’Du is getting more and more thoughtful. I’m really happy.”

R-Really? Qi Du’s tension melted in an instant.

His wife always understood him, always tolerated him. It made him feel guilty for his ill-timed jealousy, but it also fed a deeper, more intense desire to keep her all to himself.

With daily practice, his makeup skills rapidly improved—soon rivaling those of professional artists.

Every time Su Ci finished applying makeup, she would reward her diligent little boyfriend with a kiss. Sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the collarbone.

Truth be told, when he had lipstick marks on his face, Qi Du didn’t want to wash them off. He wanted to go out flaunting his wife’s affection like a badge of honor.

Every time she kissed him, his cheeks and heart burned; his brain felt fuzzy and numb, floating on air, dazed and blissful.

But this little sense of achievement wasn’t enough to satisfy Qi Du for long.

Before long, he started getting jealous of men who could cook. After all, his wife’s daily meals were all prepared by Michelin-starred chefs.

Spiraling into obsession, Qi Du bought a dozen of the most classic cookbooks and spent her class time blowing up the kitchen at least twenty times.

Eventually, his efforts paid off—he mastered the basics of China’s eight major cuisines and was diligently pursuing even more advanced techniques.

Just two months in, when Mrs. Qi returned from a business trip abroad and learned that her son had moved out of the family estate, she came bearing gifts to visit—

Only to be stunned speechless by the sight of Qi Du holding a spatula, wearing an apron, looking every bit the picture of a dutiful househusband.

“…Qi Du?”

The change was too drastic. For a moment, Mrs. Qi thought she’d walked into the wrong house.

Gentle demeanor, harmless appearance—was this really her reckless, impulsive, and troublemaking son?

Back then, Qi Du had been all about racing and bungee jumping. As his mother, she’d practically given herself hypertension worrying over him.

When he saw her arrive, Qi Du didn’t show a trace of nostalgia. All he could think about was how their private little world had been interrupted.

Still, since she was his actual mom, it was within the acceptable range.

He wiped his hands clean, took the bags of gifts, and stepped aside to let her in.

“Mom, what brings you here personally? Come in and have a glass of water first.”

Mrs. Qi’s eyes instantly welled up. She nearly burst into tears.

She had never dared to imagine that her brat of a son would one day speak like a civilized human being.

All she’d wanted was to hire a tutor so he could be around some good influences—and now he’d not only brought home a daughter-in-law, but had also transformed into a decent person!

It was all thanks to this daughter-in-law she hadn’t even met yet.

Mrs. Qi yanked back the gifts and gave Qi Du a glare.

“Go back to the kitchen! These are for my daughter-in-law. None of them are for you!”

Thinking of the dishes still on the stove, Qi Du had no choice but to leave. But he still reminded her several times—

“Please don’t bully my wife…”

Mrs. Qi couldn’t hold back her auntie-smile. This brat… was so protective now, even calling her “my wife” like it was sacred.

She wasn’t the type of villainous mother-in-law who would torment her daughter-in-law. If anything, she wanted to spoil the girl who’d tamed Qi Du senseless.

Before entering the living room, Mrs. Qi fussed with her outfit and practiced her warm smile in the mirror several times—

“Mom, why don’t you come in and sit? I brewed some jasmine tea—see if you like it.”

A clear and airy voice rang out. Mrs. Qi turned around in a fluster and found an impossibly beautiful girl smiling at her.

Crap—there were still a few stray hairs at her temples, and her scarf was tied all wrong. She’d just died of embarrassment in front of her daughter-in-law!

After a moment of awkwardness, Mrs. Qi finally processed what she’d just heard.

What did her daughter-in-law call her?

Was that… “Mom”?

And she had brewed her favorite jasmine tea!

Guided gently by Su Ci, Mrs. Qi sat down on the sofa, dazed, clutching her teacup like a guest in her own home.

Su Ci knew she liked tea and graciously poured her a second cup.

Though Qi Du wasn’t lacking in money, he still hadn’t built much earning power. The entire Qi Corporation was still being run by Mrs. Qi—the CEO and Chairwoman.

People didn’t call her “Mrs. Qi” just because of her husband’s surname—it was out of respect for her own strength and success.

Yet now, this iron-fisted businesswoman was suddenly all shy in front of Su Ci, nodding earnestly and showering her with gifts.

“Su Su, do you like the pink diamond necklace? The sapphire ring? That crown the Queen of R once owned? I had them make you a new one instead of that old thing…”

“This jade bracelet is passed down to daughters in the Qi family. I didn’t have a daughter of my own, but luckily there’s you, Su Su… though the color is a bit too mature…”

Su Ci let her dress her up in jewelry worth tens of millions, casually offering a comment here and there. Her calm acceptance only made Mrs. Qi happier.

Now that’s a real daughter-in-law! Graceful, elegant, and not at all pretentious.

Mrs. Qi couldn’t believe her brat of a son had somehow managed to win over someone like Su Ci.

Within half an hour, she was already planning the grand wedding, mentally preparing for in-law disputes, and thinking about how to split up shares and assets.

But soon enough, her smile faded as she suddenly remembered something she couldn’t ignore.