Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 184

When Xia Chuhe came to again, her forehead was split open, and there was a new memory in her mind.

She had been reborn.

It had happened on this very day in her previous life—she’d been trying to deliver breakfast to Feng Jijing, the senior from Class Four, when she was intercepted and humiliated by his fiancée, Tong Yuting.

Bullied by her lackeys during the day and dragged into a corner to be beaten at night, there had been nowhere to run.

In desperation, she’d seen a boy standing not far away—tall and unapproachable, the newly appointed student council president, bathed in moonlight like some kind of deity.

People said he was upright and principled, modest and polite—a true gentleman born of nobility.

Clenching her teeth, she’d thrown herself against the edge of the flowerbed, making enough noise to finally draw his attention.

Chu Junling had not only driven the bullies away, but filed an official report with the academy, leading to disciplinary action and major demerits for Tong Yuting and her crew.

At the time, Xia Chuhe had thought he was her salvation—never realizing that would mark the start of her nightmare.

At first, she’d been genuinely grateful to Chu Junling for standing up for her. With the student council president backing her, the insults and abuse she’d suffered transformed into flattery and admiration.

To repay his kindness, she even applied to become a student council secretary. But the honeymoon didn’t last—she soon discovered that Chu Junling was completely deranged.

He was stalking her.

Not just following her—he was monitoring her every move. What she ate, drank, studied, how she worked her part-time jobs… she had zero privacy. It was like her entire life was under his thumb.

Chu Junling’s family was close with the Feng family. And when he discovered she’d been sending Feng Jijing love letters while also getting friendly with a few other seniors, he completely snapped.

The gentle mask he wore fell away, revealing a controlling, violent maniac. Right in front of her, he tortured those seniors—young men from well-off families—until they were barely recognizable.

Even the wealthy heiresses she had been socializing with weren’t spared. He destroyed their lives—forcing them to drop out of Royal Shengsong Academy, leaving them with nothing but ruin.

When she screamed at him, calling him cruel and heartless, he’d smiled and said the bullies had only gotten what they deserved.

“But they already apologized! They changed!”

“I forgave them!”

Yet Chu Junling insisted on punishing them all, dragging her right back into isolation.

Everyone at school knew: anyone who tried to befriend her would be targeted by Chu Junling—the venomous snake who wouldn’t rest until they were dead.

She had fought so hard to break into the noble circles, and he’d destroyed it all. This time around, she would not make the same mistake.

Xia Chuhe struggled to her feet, clutching her swollen forehead, only to freeze when she looked up—and her face instantly went pale, like the blood had drained from her body.

Standing not far off, dressed in his crisp uniform, was that boy—the one with deep amber eyes, staring straight at her.

Too late.

She’d already drawn Chu Junling’s attention.

If she couldn’t escape his control, then she might as well use it—just like last time—to take down Tong Yuting.

“President Chu,” she said, forcing out tears, “thank you for driving them off. I don’t even know how I offended Miss Tong, but… it’s a good thing you were here. Otherwise I—”

“Unfortunately, you don’t know, but I do.”

Chu Junling stood under the moonlight, his lips curved in a half-hearted smile, but his presence was overwhelming—so heavy, it was suffocating.

“Good thing I showed up,” he said softly, “or I wouldn’t have caught you faking an injury to frame your classmates. Xia Chuhe, are you ready to confess?”

His voice was so gentle that Xia Chuhe nodded before her brain caught up—only to realize something was wrong.

Why was he acting like this?

Wasn’t he supposed to take her to a private hospital for an exam, then summon Tong Yuting’s entire family to the school to apologize to her in person?

Before she could figure it out, that familiar, hellish voice landed the final blow.

“Unfortunately, confessions don’t count this time. You’re getting a disciplinary deduction.”

…

Back in the girls’ dormitory, Su Ci finally heard the footsteps behind her fade—but the burning gaze on her back only grew hotter.

Just because this was an elite academy didn’t mean it was free of creeps.

In fact, with wealth and resources so easily available, some of these rich second-generation kids had fetishes that were downright unhinged.

Stalking and secretly filming someone? That was child’s play in comparison.

Most of the academy’s young nobles had nearby properties with butlers and maids to serve them hand and foot. The only ones who actually lived in the student dorms were a handful of scholarship students, plus some nouveau riche and lower-tier nobility.

Su Ci was a transfer student from a public elite academy, now here on exchange—like Xia Chuhe, she was sponsored by the Feng family, one of the top aristocratic households.

In a way, that made her even more of a target than the other scholarship students.

She was an outsider, an intruder—like a mouse breaking into a nest of cats. She might as well have painted a target on her back.

If she hadn’t read the original plot, Su Ci might’ve felt guilty for ignoring another victim of bullying.

But when the “victim” eventually joined the bullies and became the ringleader herself?

Yeah, there was no need to be soft-hearted.

Royal Shengsong Academy treated its special admissions students quite well. The dorms were two-person rooms with private bathrooms, a small kitchenette, and even a mini lounge.

Since Su Ci had just transferred in, she didn’t yet have a roommate.

When she unlocked her door, the lounge light was already on.

A man sat calmly on the sofa, cold and imposing, with the look of someone who belonged on a marble pedestal.

An iceberg in human form.

A man like him, mysteriously appearing in the girls’ dormitory at midnight—this wasn’t part of the original plot.

Su Ci brewed a cup of jasmine tea and set it before him.

“Senior Feng, is there something you needed?”

He wasn’t wearing the school uniform. His steel-gray suit gave him the air of a mature, elite professional. His face was cold and sharp, refined yet distant.

“Nothing much. My mother was worried about you—just came to check if you’re adjusting to school life. I have properties nearby. If the dorm doesn’t suit you…”

The words slipped out almost reflexively. Feng Jiming caught himself rambling—something he rarely did—and his brows furrowed slightly.

Helping out a promising student in need was his mother’s hobby, not his. He typically had zero interest in the recipients of their family’s charity.

In fact, he usually found them annoying.

Too many of them came groveling under the guise of gratitude.

But with this particular Su girl, it felt different. The dynamic had shifted.

Before he could say more, she cut him off.

“Senior Feng, on my way back, I passed by Miss Tong in the garden. It’s getting pretty late—maybe you should go see her home?”

There was no mistaking the message: “You have a fiancée. Watch yourself. Keep your distance.” A polite rejection cloaked in soft words.

Feng Jiming found it… oddly amusing.

A warning and a dismissal, wrapped in one. Anyone else would’ve sounded rude. But from her? It came across as sincere and harmless—like a gentle scratch at the heart.

No wonder even that arrogant and domineering Tong Yuting had done a full 180—rather than throwing her usual jealous tantrum over a pretty girl, she’d actually come to him and asked him to take care of this “little dessert.” Even told him to give her extra pocket money.

“So what you’re saying is, I should be thanking you for the reminder?”

The moment Tong Yuting’s name came up, a flash of cold contempt flickered through Feng Jiming’s eyes. His gaze turned sharp enough to freeze.

Su Ci, seated on the farthest end of the couch, gave him a polite smile. “No need. I should be the one thanking you and Madam Feng for your support.”

As if to emphasize her gratitude, she refilled his cup of tea.

Tea full? Time to leave.

Feng Jiming’s expression dimmed. At both school and outside of it, people were always scrambling to curry favor with him. But her? She couldn’t wait to send him packing.

He’d gotten so caught up in their conversation, he nearly forgot the real reason he’d come. If she weren’t so absurdly popular, he wouldn’t have stayed this late.

All because—

“Ahem… Su Ci, if you really want to thank me, how about getting a campus phone card? No setup fees, only ten yuan a month—comes with a free speaker, phone, and tablet.”

…

[Mini Theater]

Chu: Why do I have to personally ask for her contact info? Forget it—just send her a deluxe campus phone card. Make sure my number’s already saved in her contacts.

Feng: (serious face) I’m just here to sell phone plans.

Chu: I said sell cards, not break into her dorm! Are you tired of living?!