Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 189

The two enforcers dragged Xia Chuhe to an empty, isolated classroom. But as soon as they pushed open the door, they unexpectedly stumbled upon another group mid-act—doing something far from respectable.

The gleaming floor was smeared with streaks of fresh blood that trailed all the way to the wall. A boy lay facedown, barely conscious, his face pressed against shattered glass under someone’s foot.

Several boys, all wearing A-level nameplates, either lounged or stood nearby, circling a red-haired teen with an arrogant and unruly air. They jeered, mocked, and spat out the vilest insults without restraint.

The two enforcers bowed respectfully.

They didn’t spare the bleeding boy on the floor so much as a glance.

“Young Master Nan, sorry for the interruption.”

Nan Muxi flexed his wrist and ground his foot down harder. His half-lifted eyes glinted with reckless arrogance, looking at everyone with the same dismissive contempt one might show a stray dog.

“No big deal. Do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

Xia Chuhe had been hanging her head, spirit completely crushed. But the moment she heard that deafening title and that familiar, bright voice, tears flooded her face instantly.

She looked up, her tear-streaked face pitiful under her bangs, revealing the red, swollen bump on her forehead.

“Junior Nan, it’s me!”

Nan Muxi’s gaze skimmed over her perfunctorily. His expression remained aloof and disdainful, clearly not remembering who she was.

Before the enforcers could cover her mouth, Xia Chuhe blurted out in a rapid whisper:
“Remember? Back when I was working part-time at Shuiyun Pavilion, there was that drunk customer who caused trouble. You helped me out and even bought tens of thousands worth of drinks…”

That night, Xia Chuhe had earned a 20,000 yuan commission. But Nan Muxi was notoriously elusive and barely showed up to class, so she’d never found the chance to thank him properly.

Now, in this moment of crisis, under the gaze of a group of testosterone-fueled boys, bringing up what felt like a scene straight out of a drama made her face flush shyly.

She completely ignored the beaten boy on the floor, caught up in the fantasy of being a bullied Cinderella rescued by her gallant white knight.

Nan Muxi glanced again at the girl rambling to herself—and still couldn’t recall when he’d ever played the hero.

“Psycho. Don’t know you.”

With that curt response, he turned and strode out the door, long legs trailing behind him like a gust of cold wind.

Xia Chuhe froze in place.

But before the two enforcers could even exhale in relief, Nan Muxi returned, wearing a look of amused curiosity. The sudden reversal nearly gave them both a heart attack.

“Let me have a go with her.”

The two enforcers hesitated. Their status was too low to decide such things.

“We’re afraid that won’t do, Young Master Nan. She offended the president. He said to break her arms and legs—it’s his order.”

“Him? What’s he doing bullying special admits all of a sudden? Fine. I’ll break her limbs and deliver her afterward. No big deal between bros, right?”

The devil-may-care grin on his handsome, rogueish face was playful, even innocent—but it couldn’t hide the menace and cruelty underneath.

Xia Chuhe lowered her head again, now blushing with shy joy.

He remembered her?

The Nan family was one of the four great families, but still no match for the Chu clan. And yet Nan Muxi was actually willing to go against Chu Junling for her. She was beyond touched.

Nan Muxi waved off his lackeys and led Xia Chuhe away alone. Watching the tall, upright figure in front of her, her heart pounded wildly.

If Min Yi was the untouchable moonlight all girls pined for, then Nan Muxi was the walking dream—athletic, protective, overflowing with boyfriend charm…

That kind of energy was intoxicating.

“I remember you. Class 5, Grade 3, right? Where’s your next class? Lead the way.”

Xia Chuhe’s eyes lit up with hope.

“Yes! I’m Xia Chuhe! You saved me again—I don’t even know how to repay you. I actually brought you some…”

Nan Muxi cut her off impatiently.

“Did I ask your name? Just walk. Your legs work, don’t they? Then move.”

Who the hell wanted to know her name?

Nan Muxi thought about the girl he’d met yesterday while collecting textbooks. He had only helped her carry some up to the fifth floor, and yet she’d thanked him over and over, even gifted him two bottles of water.

That cool, gentle voice still echoed in his mind today. And the water—it tasted even better than the premium spring water he was used to.

Class 5, Grade 3. So she’s a senior. Not bad.

…

The Ming Song Academy’s stables and hunting grounds were right next to each other.

Min You personally led Su Ci to the F-level girls’ locker room, where a clean riding outfit was already prepared in her locker.

“Weird… Su Su, don’t you feel like it’s chilly behind us? Don’t tell me there’s a pervert spying on us?”

Arms crossed, Min You scratched her chin and glanced warily down the dim corridor. This wing was reserved for the F-level students, and only two girls from their class were assigned here.

It couldn’t be Xia Chuhe sneaking around… right?

Then again, with Su Su being so pretty—it wouldn’t be that surprising.

“Su Su, do you know how to put on riding gear? I’ll wait outside and stand guard! No creep’s getting past me. Just holler if you need anything!”

Su Ci was gently pushed into the cramped changing room and smiled helplessly.

“There’s no one else here. We’re running out of time—go change first. I’ll come find you after I’m done.”

With a class president for a cousin, Min You didn’t dare be late. She left reluctantly, full of worry.

Why didn’t Su Su feel it? Was it really just her imagination?

Still, that icy feeling behind her grew stronger the more she thought about it.

No—she had to find a way to raise Su Su’s rank soon. Then she’d never have to set foot in this cold, creepy F-level zone again.

Unlike the high-level changing rooms, the F-level one was just barely the size of a bathroom stall. Personal items had to be stored in tiny lockers.

As Su Ci bent down to take off her uniform skirt, a shadow blocked out the light under the door.

“You You? You still out there?”

The shadow shifted—getting even closer.

Silence.

There wasn’t a single sound in the shared changing area. Even the dim overhead light, dulled by dust, seemed extra harsh and eerie.

Two hearts were beating wildly—one with anticipation, the other with dread.

Neither dared to make the first move. Both waited for the other to break through that thin door barrier.

By the time Su Ci had finished changing into her base layer, the door still hadn’t budged.

But the shadow remained.

Footsteps suddenly echoed from outside, light and cheerful, accompanied by some smug muttering.

“Chu Junling’s crazy, right? He’s the one who bumped into me, and he wants to break my arms and legs?”

“Lunatic’s gonna lunatic—can’t reason with that. Still, Junior Nan is way better. Never lords things over people. If he knew he liked me… ha, Chu Junling would probably drop dead from rage!”

Bang!

The light above flickered twice—then went out completely.

The changing room door slammed open.

Before Su Ci could even react, someone clamped a hand over her eyes and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Shh. Don’t make a sound.”

A deep, husky voice whispered into her ear, hot breath trailing along her nape. He was so close, his lips brushed teasingly against the sensitive skin behind her ear.

Darkness swallowed her vision.

One arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, pinning her against a heaving chest, thudding violently with each erratic heartbeat.

Xia Chuhe, oblivious to the drama unfolding next door, cheerfully hummed as she retrieved her riding uniform from her locker.

The faint, bitter scent of citrus filled Su Ci’s nose.

Cramped in that tiny space, the air was saturated with a possessive intensity—a quiet but unstoppable tide of longing, barely contained.

Only in the dark did he dare behave like this.

Su Ci didn’t resist.

In fact, she leaned into him slightly, quietly enjoying the unexpected thrill.

A very special kind of rendezvous.

Or perhaps… a secret affair.

She liked it.

She wanted him to go even further.

Her meek submission seemed to provoke him.

“Do you really have to be this obedient?”

His lips clamped onto her trembling earlobe, voice sticky and deliberately low.

His hand stayed over her eyes. Her neck arched back instinctively, drawing a stunning curve.

His other hand began to travel lower.

With every rustle of movement, he picked up on the subtle cues his eyes couldn’t see.

“You’re… not wearing anything yet?”

“Want me to help you put it on?”