Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 19

Because she was short on money, An Kefan decided to take on tutoring jobs again—only to discover that she’d been kicked out of all the tutoring job groups she’d previously joined.

When she tried to rejoin, the admins wouldn’t approve her requests.

In just three months, she’d been blacklisted by parents twice. The second time, it was for encouraging a student to pursue early romance while neglecting her duties. Who in their right mind would hire her to teach their child?

To make things worse, her parents had started calling and messaging her again, demanding money.

Let alone sending money home—An Kefan could barely afford to feed herself. Out of options, she thought of the scholarship fund established by the Qi Corporation.

The top scholarship provided 8,000 yuan a year! That was practically on par with the national scholarship for undergraduates.

She hurriedly downloaded and printed out the application form, carefully filling in her details. When she got to the section about recent grades, An Kefan hesitated for a moment.

Jin Yue had said the requirements weren’t strict, so failing one or two core classes probably wouldn’t affect her chances, right?

Besides, this fund was something Qi Du specifically set up for her. To preserve her pride, he used this method as a disguised way to help her financially.

So there was no way the review committee would reject her—after all, without her, this whole “low-threshold, high-payout” fund wouldn’t even exist.

With a mix of confidence and anxiety, An Kefan applied light makeup and changed into a simple yet elegant dress before heading out.

She wasn’t worried about getting rejected; what truly unsettled her was the fear that things would repeat like her past life—where she ended up as Qi Du’s golden canary, trapped in his control.

Living alone in an endless estate, watched by over a dozen servants, spending money like water… yet with no freedom.

But when she handed over her application, the staff member furrowed their brows and kindly offered a suggestion.

“Miss, if you’re facing financial hardship, you might consider applying for our Qi Corporation’s need-based grant. It’s also quite generous.”

She had failed two core classes, hadn’t done any research work, nor participated in any volunteer or internship programs—earning a merit-based scholarship was nearly impossible.

An Kefan already felt sensitive about her declining grades. Now she thought the staffer was just looking down on her.

“And what’s your education background, huh? Do you even know how hard the exams at Jing University are? I’m applying because I’m excellent—not because I need financial aid!”

As if to prove she wasn’t short on money, she raised her left wrist—deliberately showing off the ladies’ watch on it—while brushing back her hair.

“No wonder people say the reputation of Jing University students is going downhill.”

The staffer was stunned, then chuckled angrily. He pulled up a photo of his graduation certificate on his phone.

“I graduated from Hua University, top scores in my major. During my internship, I already signed a five-figure monthly salary contract with Qi Corp. I’m not any less educated than you.”

An Kefan rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, anyone can claim whatever they want when they’re out and about. Who knows where you stole that photo from?”

“And do you even know who I am? You really think you can reject my application?”

The staffer truly had no idea. The young boss did sometimes attend lectures at Jing University—but this girl being connected to him?

Then the next moment, he heard something outrageous.

“I’m Qi Shao’s girlfriend. This entire fund was created for me. Believe it or not, one word from me and you’re fired.”

An Kefan wasn’t confident—but in her past life, that’s how it had worked.

Even though Qi Du didn’t know her yet, she was sure he was already investigating her behind the scenes, using these roundabout ways to show affection.

If not for how desperate she was, she’d never lower herself before him.

The staffer looked like he’d just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. He didn’t even know how to respond—so he laughed, a long, breathless laugh. Then, out of courtesy to the real young madam, he restrained himself.

“I’ve already recorded this. I hope, for your sake, that you’re mentally unstable. Otherwise, I will sue you for slandering our young boss.”

Since when did Jing University students have such poor character? Their poised, elegant young madam wasn’t someone you could impersonate just like that!

Fuming, An Kefan threw the application form down and stormed out.

Hmph. It was just a game of playing hard to get. She was sure that within an hour, Qi Du would have memorized every detail from her application.

From here on, all she had to do was wait for him to come begging.

One day.

Two days.

…

A week.

…

A month.

With no money coming in, An Kefan was living like a stray dog. She was so sick of instant noodles she could throw up. But instead of Qi Du, her debt-hounding parents showed up.

Like a pair of lunatics, they caused a huge scene at her advisor’s office and the school’s administration. They even injured two innocent students who happened to pass by.

Though they were eventually detained by the police, An Kefan’s reputation at school took another massive hit.

“With parents like that, no wonder she won’t pay back her debts…”

Whenever she saw classmates whispering, she assumed they were talking about her. She began lashing out at people for no reason, making her even more disliked.

She couldn’t understand it. Why had her parents turned out like this in this life—completely unrepentant—while in her previous life, they had been so obedient?

Hadn’t she done enough for them?

Most of the money she earned working part-time had been taken by them to spend!

At that moment, An Kefan thought about her past life—how Qi Du had broken her father and brother’s legs and warned them never to appear before her again.

For a brief second, she actually felt like Qi Du had done the right thing.

After weighing her options, An Kefan made a decision: she would seek out Qi Du during the National Day holiday.

If she could finally escape her parasitic parents and no longer have to live a life where every penny had to be split in two, then even if she ended up imprisoned by him again—it would be worth it.

Using a tutoring job as an excuse, An Kefan snuck into the neighborhood where the Qi family lived.

From afar, Uncle Zhong, who was mowing the lawn, noticed a young girl loitering outside the gate. He wondered if she was in some kind of trouble.

“Hello, miss. Do you need any help?”

Ever since the young master got together with Miss Su Ci, Uncle Zhong had developed a soft spot for female college students—they were the blossoms of the nation, after all!

An Kefan’s eyes lit up. Uncle Zhong’s politeness reminded her of how it felt in her past life to be the lady of the house, summoning servants at her whim.

“Uncle Zhong, open the gate! I have something important to discuss with Qi Du!”

“…Excuse me?”

“Are you one of the young master’s classmates? Or perhaps a friend of his?”

The young master no longer associated with bad influences. And besides, none of his old cronies were women.

An Kefan nodded. “Yes, we know each other. Hurry and call him out to see me!”

She was sweating, clearly anxious, and still just a girl—Uncle Zhong figured she must be in some kind of distress.

“You can tell me what it’s about first. I’ll do my best to help. The young master and the young madam are in Iceland watching the northern lights. They’re unavailable at the moment.”

It wasn’t that they couldn’t be contacted—it was that the young master had specifically instructed not to disturb him and the young madam unless it was urgent. Uncle Zhong was always meticulous.

Young madam? What young madam?

That was impossible! Wasn’t Qi Du obsessed with her—swearing he’d marry no one else?

No. That couldn’t be. He loved her his whole life. He’d even offered to donate his organs to her after death. There was no way he’d marry someone else!

This had to be another game of hard to get—a test of her sincerity, a way to make her submit and bow down!

An Kefan stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. Her legs gave out. She couldn’t believe her ears. She grabbed Uncle Zhong’s shoulders and shook him hard.

“Look closely! I’m the real young madam! I’ve already lowered myself to come see him—why is he still putting on airs?!”

Uncle Zhong had seen plenty of drama in his years. Restraining a hysterical girl was nothing for him.

He darkened his expression. “Miss, mind your words. Our young madam is Miss Su Ci.”