Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 200

The moment Xia Chuhe appeared, the expressions on the other girls turned sour. But with Su Ci present, they couldn’t say anything too nasty.

“Are you joking?”

“You think you can buy a dress like that for five hundred bucks? Come on, it’s five million—a high-end evening gown!”

Tong Yuting didn’t join in mocking her. Instead, she looked serious as she asked:

“So what you’re saying is, you think a five-hundred-yuan dress is cheap?”

Straight to the point.

“Maybe I should let Ji Ming and Madam Feng know that with your spending habits and standards, you’re clearly no longer suitable to receive financial aid from the Feng family.”

Xia Chuhe froze, speechless for a long moment.

Eventually, she tried again, her voice shrill as she called after Tong Yuting:

“Then what about her? You’re just going to let her wear a five-million-yuan gown like it’s nothing? There’s something you probably don’t know!”

She deliberately paused, waiting for a reaction.

Tong Yuting barely lifted an eyelid.

“She’s also being sponsored by Senior Feng. Madam Feng absolutely adores her. Wasn’t it your dream to become Senior Feng’s assistant secretary?”

Xia Chuhe jabbed a finger toward Su Ci.

“That secretary badge? Senior Feng had it engraved with her name ages ago. She was the one who didn’t appreciate it—she refused to take it! He’d rather toss it in the trash than give it to you!”

Worked up, she pulled a platinum badge from her pocket—the one she’d fished out of the garbage—and waved it around like a stolen artifact, her face full of indignation. Anyone watching might’ve thought she was the victim here.

For a split second, the casual expression on Tong Yuting’s face twisted with fury. Then she stepped forward and slapped Xia Chuhe across the face—loud and sharp.

“You just don’t give up, do you? Still stalking Feng Jiming?”

Xia Chuhe stood there stunned, head ringing.

“No, I-I was saying it was Su Ci, she—”

Smack!

Another slap, crisp and cutting.

“She what? You really like men who are already engaged, huh? Isn’t harassing him over and over enough? Picking trash out of the bin like it’s your prize—aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

Both sides of Xia Chuhe’s face turned bright red. She stared at Tong Yuting in disbelief, her voice finally breaking as she burst into tears:

“Are you crazy?! It was her, not me—”

Tong Yuting frowned.

“Didn’t she already reject him? What more do you want from her? Feng Jiming’s the one at fault, not her. Not everyone’s as low as you are.”

The group pushed Xia Chuhe out of the little garden.

Even though Su Ci knew what kind of backlash Xia Chuhe would face, she didn’t intervene. People needed to face the consequences of their own actions.

Tong Yuting gave her an apologetic smile.

“Sorry you had to see that. I was a bit rough again.”

“Anyway, it’s settled then. I’ll have the gown delivered to you. See you next Saturday.”

After getting humiliated yet again, Xia Chuhe spotted a familiar figure.

Min Yi.

The same Min Yi who had pulled her out of hell more times than she could count—walking steadily toward the glass greenhouse where she was tied up.

Like a knight coming to rescue a princess.

The door, sealed from the outside, was effortlessly pushed open by him.

Tears filled Xia Chuhe’s eyes. She sobbed, trying to sound pitiful and delicate:

“Class Rep, I’m here… I knew you’d been looking for me all this time…”

Min Yi, who had only come to water the plants, frowned in annoyance.

“You’re stepping all over the flowers.”

She’d been tied to a support pillar, and the plants around her were a mess—overturned pots, plucked petals, chaos everywhere.

She hurried to defend herself.

“It wasn’t me! They were bullying me—they destroyed everything!”

Min Yi pointed to the surveillance camera in the corner.

“Miss Xia, defamation is a crime.”

He carefully moved the unharmed plants to a safer spot, gently loosening the soil and watering them—showing no sign of helping her.

Xia Chuhe grew panicked.

“Class Rep, they bullied me first, I only got mad because of that. Can you untie me? Please? I’m not—”

Min Yi didn’t want to hear any more excuses. He had long stopped being a fair and impartial class rep. He was a biased, hopelessly smitten admirer.

“And what about Su Ci? Did she ever bully you? When you wrote that anonymous complaint, was it out of justice—or out of spite? You know the answer.”

Xia Chuhe finally broke down.

“Why are you all on her side?! She just stood there and watched me suffer!”

“There are kids in the slums who can’t even afford to eat—don’t they deserve the scholarship more than she does?! She gets ten grand a month in financial aid. Doesn’t that deserve a report?!”

Min Yi sighed, completely disappointed in her.

“You’re right. So starting this month, the Feng family is ending your scholarship. I’ll let Feng Jiming know to redirect the funds to the slum children instead.”

Xia Chuhe never imagined that in the end, the cruelest one to her would be the very person who’d always protected her—Min Yi.

“Aaaahhh! Why?! You’re doing this to me—what about Su Ci?!”

Min Yi, weighed down by unspoken feelings, finally had an outlet.

“Ten grand, huh? I’ll double it for her.”

His warm eyes were full of sadness and loneliness.

“But don’t even think about reporting it. Even if you bring it to the royal family, there’ll always be someone to shield her.”

It didn’t matter if it wasn’t him.

Noble industries were mostly monopolized by families, and managing them wasn’t quite the same as running a company. While Su Ci was learning about these operations, she also had to juggle a heavy academic workload.

One afternoon, she took a nap in Chu Junling’s office. When she woke, the sunlight was warm, and someone had draped a jacket over her—one that smelled faintly of bitter orange. A figure was seated beside the couch.

“Awake already? Why didn’t Senpai sleep a little longer?”

He casually toyed with a lock of her hair and offered a half-sincere apology:

“Was the couch too narrow or too firm? Did I ruin your nap?”

“Not at all. I slept like a baby.”

She hadn’t even noticed being moved from the desk to the sofa.

Su Ci propped herself up.

Chu Junling handed her a glass of warm water, beaming like a schoolboy.

“A sip of water, Senpai? I’m not busy today.”

Something about his weird phrasing made her pause.

“…Water?”

“Hmm? If Senpai wants, it could be something else too. But I’d have to feed it to you myself—mouth to mouth.”

He smiled with such innocent sweetness, like he wasn’t saying anything at all inappropriate.

Su Ci took the cup and noticed a faint red mark on her wrist—like something tight, maybe a too-small hair tie, had left a lingering imprint.

“What happened here?”

Noticing the redness, Chu Junling tensed even more than she did. He gently held her wrist, massaging the mark while dialing security to tighten office protection.

“Does it hurt, Senpai? Poor thing.”

His expression was flawless. Not a single crack.

But inside his tailored suit jacket, there were two distinct, circular shapes pressing outward—linked by faint metallic clinks as he moved.

Was he hoping she’d pretend not to notice? Or hoping she would, so he could finally slap the cuffs on her—make her completely, legally his.

His hidden, secret obsession.

Su Ci shook her head.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Actually, it felt kind of nice.

Was there only one set of those fun little toys?

What was the point of just cuffing the hands and not the ankles?

In the bottom drawer of her desk, she’d stashed all sorts of goodies for him. But none of his personalities had discovered her hidden treasure.

Yet.

They would.

Soon.

Creak—

The door to the lounge slowly opened.

An orange cat poked its head in, dragging the fishtail gown across the office floor. It batted at the shredded fabric, meowing up at Su Ci with pleading eyes.

And glaring furiously at Chu Junling.

How dare you frame me! Mom’s good! Dad’s evil!