Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 2 —

A pair of impossibly long legs stepped forward in black combat boots.
Each lazy, echoing footstep on the hardwood floor rang out like a death knell.

When that tall, slender shadow finally landed in front of her—

An Kefan suddenly couldn’t breathe. Her heart felt like it had stopped.

Why was Qi Du in the living room?!
Wasn’t he supposed to be out racing with his friends?!

In her past life, he hadn’t even glanced at the interviewees. He’d gone straight out the door while over a dozen tutors were interviewed.
Eventually, Madam Qi had chosen her.

At the time, An Kefan thought she had struck gold—an easy, well-paying gig.
She never expected Qi Du to be a selfish, vicious dog of a person.

She was only there to tutor him, but Qi Du decided they were “dating.”
He forbade her from even speaking to other male classmates.

Even Madam Qi sided with her son.

“He gave you gifts, didn’t he? That means you agreed to be with him. Just give him a chance, dear.”

What kind of tyrannical logic was that? Can’t friends give each other gifts?!

An Kefan had tried to quit. But one day, she accidentally saw the third floor of the villa—Qi Du had built a personal confinement room just for her.
There were multiple types of cages.

To force her to stay with him, Qi Du broke her father and brother’s legs.
He even threatened her mother, warning her never to appear in An Kefan’s life again.

She admitted her family had favored sons over daughters.

But that was back when she was young. In her past life, after college graduation, her parents had realized their mistake and tried their best to make up for it.
Her brother, though immature, had begun to respect her as his older sister.

She was willing to support his elite private school tuition and even bought him custom designer clothes.

And Qi Du—he ruined all of that with his possessive madness.

Desperate, An Kefan tried to escape.

She met someone online and they planned to meet in person. But Qi Du intercepted her plane ticket and sneered at her boyfriend:

“Broke bastard just wants a free ride.”

Did Qi Du think everyone was as filthy-minded as he was?

Her boyfriend was just busy with work, living in another city. It was the end of the month, and his salary hadn’t come through yet. That’s why he didn’t buy her a ticket.

She even tried going on a blind date—but Qi Du showed up and threw scalding tea all over the guy, cursing him out as a cheating, two-faced scumbag.
The guy ran off, never to be seen again.

Qi Du used any means necessary to trap her at his side.

And she, in turn, did everything she could to provoke him.

It was her rebellion. Her way of fighting back.

After one of many failed escapes, An Kefan got into a serious car accident.
Her liver and kidneys ruptured. She was bleeding out—needing immediate blood transfusions and organ transplants.

In the ICU, hovering between life and death, she overheard two nurses whispering—

“That Qi family heir’s gone mad. He stabbed himself with a knife—almost killed himself. He’s lying in the next room, barely breathing.”

“And the way he stabbed himself… it was precise. Missed all the essential organs. Perfect match, too. Looks like this girl isn’t dying today after all…”

Before she blacked out completely, An Kefan gritted her teeth.

Good. Serves him right. After all the years he tortured me, he finally got what he deserved.

If she really had a second chance—
She swore she would never let that lunatic find her again.
She just wanted a peaceful, normal life.
To love someone real. Someone sane.

And when she opened her eyes—

She really was back.
Back to before she ever met Qi Du.

So why, after everything, did she still end up in this hellish loop?
Why couldn’t she shake this devil off?

Lost in painful memories, An Kefan didn’t notice the boy wasn’t even looking at her.
He had walked right past and stopped in front of another girl.

In the tense, silent living room, a crisp voice finally broke through—
clear, cool, like chilled lime soda on a summer day.

“Excuse me… Miss, what’s your name?”

An Kefan’s lips parted instinctively. “An—”

But then she looked up—and realized Qi Du wasn’t talking to her at all.

He was speaking to the girl in the Jing University school uniform.
The one she must’ve bumped into earlier on the road.

From where An Kefan sat, all she could see was the girl’s profile.
It was flawless—every hair in place, delicate features that were unreal.

And her voice? Soft, yet cool like spring water.

“Young Master, I’m Su Ci.”

Just one glance, and An Kefan’s heart skipped violently.
A wild thought flashed through her mind—she wanted to hide this girl away.

The same way Qi Du once tried to hide her.

An Kefan flinched. Something was definitely wrong with her.
It had to be trauma from the past life.
Her orientation, her morals—they’d always been perfectly normal.

She averted her eyes and sat back down in silence.

But she wasn’t the only one staring.

Every person in the room had their eyes glued to Su Ci.
A few of the college boys even flushed red.

Qi Du also felt his stare linger too long. But the way everyone else was looking at her… it made him uncomfortable.

“Ms. Su, I’m Qi Du. I’ll be in your care from now on.”

After locking in his choice, Qi Du turned to the butler and gave an order:

“It’s hot. Uncle Zhong, give everyone a cold drink and see them out.”

The other tutors looked devastated.
But the person they glanced back at over and over wasn’t the rich young master—it was that girl named Su Ci.

Even when they received 300 yuan for the ride and a bonus 200 for drinks, the disappointment lingered.

An Kefan collected the money, but something inside her felt off.

Had there been a girl that stunning in her previous life’s interview?

She couldn’t remember.

But regardless, she was thankful—that girl had taken her place.

Because of Su Ci, she’d escaped being marked by Qi Du again.

But then, the reality hit her—

Qi Du hadn’t changed. He was still a monster. He’d bullied teachers, and even built confinement rooms on the third floor.

It was supposed to be her fate to suffer that.
But now it would be Su Ci instead.

That poor girl…
But Su Ci had no power, no background.
What could An Kefan possibly do to help her escape from the claws of that beast?

Before she could figure it out, her mother called again.
She quickly transferred the 500 yuan she just received.

The yelling on the other end finally softened.

But 500 yuan wasn’t enough.
An Kefan scanned through more tutoring ads and contacted several parents, rushing off to the next job.

Meanwhile, over at Silver Bay Club, a group of rich heirs had been waiting for hours.
Normally, Qi Du was the most enthusiastic of them all.

One hour.
Two.
Five.

Calls went unanswered.
Messages were ignored.

His childhood friends, who once wore the same diapers, finally realized—they’d been stood up.

And then, just as night fell—
Qi Du’s WeChat Moments, usually cleaner than a monk’s diary, suddenly updated.

“Study hard. Improve every day. No clowns allowed.”

Attached was a picture of messy handwriting—math problems and scrawled drafts.

[?]
[??]
[Did Qi-ge get possessed?!]
[What hacker has the guts to steal his account?!]

—

Su Ci had been taken up to the third-floor study.

Calling it a “study” was generous—it was more like a secret base for a rebellious teen.
Toys and gadgets of all kinds, but not a single book in sight.

Qi Du pulled open the curtains.

Sunlight poured in, golden and warm. It fell across Su Ci’s figure like a spotlight, outlining her in gold.

He glanced at her. Then quickly looked away.
His heart kicked around wildly in his chest.

Su Ci.

He repeated her name silently.

So much prettier than the overpriced antiques his mom was always buying.