Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 199

The salary deposit came from the Ming Song Academy Student Council.

Just like Chu Junling had said—even though Su Ci now held the title of Student Council President’s secretary, there was virtually nothing she actually needed to do.

Which was why she never expected to get paid for it.

Let alone a sky-high monthly salary of one hundred thousand.

And ever since she pinned on that delicate purple-gold badge, Su Ci noticed a shift—everyone, except for Min You, began subtly distancing themselves from her. Even Min You had stopped being so physically affectionate.

The male students who used to swarm her with flirtatious chatter now took one look and bolted in the opposite direction, treating her like she carried the plague. It spared Su Ci quite a bit of trouble.

Multiple times, whether it was Min Yi stopping by to collect homework, Feng Jiming checking in under the guise of his wife’s concern, or Nan Muye running into her on campus, all of them would inadvertently flash a strange, repressed look—as if they were carrying some unbearable weight.

Su Ci couldn’t care less what they were thinking. Most of her time was now focused on studying and self-improvement.

The rest was… inevitably occupied by a certain elusive president who haunted her like a ghost.

She wanted to try—to stand where they stood. To reach the S-class tier, to stand atop the pinnacle of power. Not just within Ming Song Academy—but in the entire Empire.

Ordinary citizens had no right to climb above their station. Dreams like that were delusional.

But Su Ci wasn’t afraid of being delusional.

She had the strongest backing in the Empire.

Getting access to aristocratic business operations or their wealth networks was no more difficult than asking a single question.

【Su: President, you’re paying me even though I don’t do any work? Or does this mean from now on I need to clock in at your office every day?】

Chu Junling’s first instinct was to reply that there was no need. Only worthless men needed women to help them. Senpai should only do what makes her happy.

His eyes lingered on the words “every day.” In the end, he deleted everything, letter by letter.

“If Senpai wants to come, my door’s always open.”

“Other secretaries get paid. Mine should too. Even that guy Nan Muye gives his secretary three hundred thousand—I’m not about to lose to him in stinginess.”

What he didn’t say: Nan Muye was the head of the athletics department. Organizing sports festivals, managing fitness testing, all the grunt work—his secretary handled everything.

A crisp, clear voice rang out. Su Ci rounded a potted landscape display in the garden and finally saw him—half-squatting on the ground, holding out a dried fish treat.

The voice message popped up on her screen two seconds later.

Chu Junling looked up with a radiant smile.

“Senpai, do you think I used up all my luck in this life just to meet you?”

An orange cat clutched the fish treat in its mouth, rubbing happily against his pants leg. Chu Junling tilted his head up to look at Su Ci. Even his brows and eyes, curved in delight, resembled that of a smug, pampered cat.

“Maybe,” Su Ci said softly. “You’re definitely lucky.”

Thirty-one days in this month, and they’d “accidentally” run into each other 152 times. Every corner of the campus had traces of him—sometimes this version of him, sometimes another.

The little cat suddenly widened its eyes. The dried fish dropped from its mouth as it scrambled over on short legs and pounced at Su Ci’s feet, rubbing its head against her while purring loud and clear.

“Mii~ meow~”

Chu Junling crushed the last piece of fish treat in his hand and muttered under his breath like he didn’t mean to be heard:

“Ungrateful little thing. The second you see Senpai, you forget all about me. Who taught you that, huh?”

Not far away, perched in the shade of a leafy tree, a red-haired boy twitched the corner of his mouth in silent irritation.

Getting guilt-tripped into climbing a tree to catch this cat just so Chu Junling could play the “gentle animal lover” card in front of Senpai was bad enough. But the guy had even sprayed his pants with catnip-scented perfume.

Nan Muye would never forget how, before Su Ci showed up, Chu Junling had threatened and bribed the cat until it was practically traumatized.

Forget having a heart—his blood was pitch black. And yet Senpai actually thought he was a good guy.

Envy? Yeah, he was full of it. But that’s all he could do—envy from a distance.

These days, not just the Nan family, but also the Feng and Min families had been hit with heavy suppression. All he could do was sneak glances from afar.

Su Ci took the can of fish treats Chu Junling handed her, pulled one out, and offered it to the little orange cat.

The fluffy thing stuck out its pink tongue and gave Su Ci’s palm a gentle lick before—like a proper little aristocrat—slowly and elegantly nibbling away at the treat.

“It’s cute.”

Just four words, but they pierced Chu Junling’s ears like daggers.

For a moment, he regretted using such a manipulative, attention-seeking cat as an excuse to orchestrate these “accidental” run-ins.

Jealousy made people irrational.

“Did it feel good when it licked you?”

Su Ci blinked in surprise.

That question—“Did it feel good?”—was something Period Guy had also asked.

But back then, they were squeezed together in a narrow, dark changing room.

He had blindfolded her with his tie, licking between her fingers like an eager, obedient pup until her hand was slick with heat.

“Do you like that, baby? Does it feel better when I lick you, or when Chu Junling does? If you had to choose—me, or him?”

His sharp canine teeth had grazed the artery in her neck.

That heat rose now, summoned by memory alone.

Su Ci didn’t know how to respond.

But before she could say anything, Chu Junling already gave her an out.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Senpai. I was just worried about the barbs on a cat’s tongue. If it scratched you, that’d be bad.”

The words he didn’t say were hidden in those peach blossom eyes, sparkling with a smile as the amber glow of sunset reflected in them.

Cats have barbs.
But he doesn’t.

Even the most private, delicate skin—

He could lick it too.

Later, when Xia Chuhe found Tong Yuting, she was in the middle of delivering a birthday invitation to Su Ci.

“Su Ci, my birthday’s next Saturday. I was wondering if you’re free to come?”

It had only been two months, and Su Ci’s nameplate still read F-rank. But her badge and status ensured that even A-rank students treated her with caution and respect.

Everyone knew she was the secretary to the Student Council President.

If it had been Feng or Shen’s secretary, maybe they’d have tried to cozy up a little.

But Chu Junling?

He was a smiling tiger who wouldn’t hesitate to kill.

And Tong Yuting—who had witnessed firsthand how obsessed the president was with stalking Su Ci—was especially reverent in her tone.

Su Ci accepted the beautifully embossed invitation.

“Thank you. I’ll be there on time. And happy early birthday—I hope all your wishes come true.”

Tong Yuting’s smile blossomed.

Su Ci really was different.

Even when she’d caught Tong Yuting “bullying” Xia Chuhe, she hadn’t judged or looked down on her. And even with a heavenly figure like the president backing her, she never acted superior.

Unlike some of the special admissions girls—who, after getting a lucky break, immediately turned arrogant and ungrateful. Even if they’d once accepted help from others.

We all know who that refers to.

Tong Yuting shot her entourage a look, and the girls chimed in naturally.

“Su Su’s probably never been to one of these banquets, right? Yuting has a gorgeous gown that’s never been worn—wrong size and all.”

“Oh! The limited edition butterfly fishtail dress? I heard it took six figures to get that one!”

“Su Su’s tall and has a great figure—she’d look amazing in it. If you don’t mind hand-me-downs…”

Tong Yuting looked nervously at Su Ci.

Truthfully, she’d specially prepared the dress just to ensure Su Ci would accept the invitation. Given how attached Chu Junling was lately, if Su Ci went—he’d almost certainly follow.

Sure, part of it was political. But she genuinely wanted Su Ci to be there.

Su Ci gave a soft smile.

“I don’t mind.”

Before the words had even fully settled, a mocking voice cut in.

Xia Chuhe stepped up to the group.

“Tsk. You’ve been trailing after Chu Junling for so long and you still can’t afford a six-figure dress? That’s hilarious. I thought he liked you.”