Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 201

Chu Junling put on a look of exaggerated surprise right on cue.

“What a naughty little thing—small but so destructive. You’ve ruined the evening gown Miss Tong prepared for Senpai. What should we do now?”

The orange cat howled in despair.

“Mrrrrooww!”

Oh heavens, distinguish the innocent from the guilty!

It wasn’t me!

Su Ci picked the gown up from the floor, scooping the tearful, wide-eyed cat into her arms and gently stroking its fluffy, soft fur.

The dress—inside and out—had been shredded beyond recognition. The satin and lining were in ruins, completely unwearable.

The culprit, who had destroyed a five-million-dollar gown with zero remorse, crouched like a well-behaved cat, grinning as he offered:

“Why don’t you try on the gown I prepared for you, Senpai?”

He gave her no chance to decline.

“I’m not as knowledgeable about dresses and jewelry as Miss Tong, so I made up for it by working harder. I might not have taste, but I did prepare a few options. I hope you won’t find them too ugly.”

Several stylists wheeled in racks of gowns. Each one was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with rare pearls and gemstones—every bit as elaborate as a wedding dress.

Su Ci couldn’t help but laugh.

“These are a little too extravagant. It’s a birthday party—not really appropriate for a guest to outshine the host.”

“Ah, alright. I’ll do whatever Senpai says.”

Chu Junling’s expression faltered slightly in disappointment. He picked out a more understated pearl-accented satin fishtail dress from the rack and glanced between the gown and Su Ci.

The corners of his lips curled upward involuntarily.

“Senpai could turn heads in a potato sack.”

He wanted nothing more than to wrap her up and hide her away at home.

But then she might fear him. She might pull away.

A dilemma either way.

Tong Yuting’s birthday party.

The manor’s castle was transformed into a dreamlike setting. The elite had gathered in droves, designer perfume in the air, champagne glasses clinking, and luxury gifts piled into miniature mountains.

Since it was a party for someone young, most of the guests were young as well. The air was light, filled with laughter and chatter.

Even though Feng Jiming had no fondness for his designated fiancée, he still played along for appearances. He let Tong Yuting cling to his arm, serving as a well-dressed prop.

But the girl who usually chased him around like a lovesick puppy didn’t seem to care about him this time. Her gaze kept drifting to the entrance, as if waiting for someone else.

Feng Jiming wasn’t fully present either.

He’d sent the invitation, but from what he’d gathered, Chu Junling had no interest in coming.

If Chu Junling didn’t show, then Su Ci wouldn’t either. Which meant he wouldn’t even get to see her…

A sudden commotion erupted near the entrance.

Everyone turned to look at the radiant girl stepping in, her satin fishtail gown catching the light like moonlight on water. It framed her flawless face and graceful figure like she was a mermaid emerging from the sea.

For a moment, people even forgot that her escort was none other than the Empire’s future Chief Executive Officer.

“Susu—!”

Tong Yuting’s eyes lit up. She ditched her unworthy fiancé and lifted her skirt to run over. But when she saw another unexpected guest entering behind them, her expression shifted.

“Xia Chuhe? What are you doing here?”

She distinctly remembered not sending Xia Chuhe an invitation.

And she had explicitly told the villa’s staff not to hire any temporary workers with unclear backgrounds for the party.

Xia Chuhe clung to the arm of a sharply dressed young man. Her extravagant dress and sparkling jewelry made her look completely transformed—radiating arrogance and disdain.

The man stepped in front of her protectively.

“Yuting, Chuhe is my date. A guest is a guest—be polite.”

Xia Chuhe followed up with a perfunctory “Happy birthday,” her voice laced with unhidden provocation.

Who would’ve thought—Min Yi may have refused to help her, but fate had other plans. The man who’d saved her that day was none other than Tong Yuting’s older cousin, Yuan Sheng.

Xia Chuhe had figured it out—she was the female lead of this world. The fact that she survived meant this world revolved around her. Whoever she fancied became the male lead. There was no need to envy Su Ci.

No matter how many people liked Su Ci, they were all destined to get slapped in the face eventually—side characters, nothing more.

In just two weeks, her relationship with Yuan Sheng had progressed rapidly. He was extremely generous, spending over half a million on her already, booking only the priciest presidential suites.

This life of indulgence was addictive.

From what she knew, the Yuan family held even more power than the Tong family. She had shown up today precisely to get under Tong Yuting’s skin—serves her right for bullying her.

But seeing Su Ci and Chu Junling also here, Xia Chuhe changed her plan.

Now she wanted something better—something that would wreck the birthday party and Chu Junling in one go.

If Chu Junling snapped in public, that would be perfect. Everything she had suffered in her past life—his cruelty, his possessiveness—Su Ci deserved a taste too.

“What’s Senpai looking at?”

After entertaining yet another round of networking guests, Chu Junling found Su Ci in a quiet garden corner.

Noticing her gaze fixed on a blooming peony, he casually snapped the stem and offered it to her.

“If Senpai likes it, take it home.”

It wouldn’t last long anyway.

And not just this flower—every flower and leaf around Senpai, he would pluck them all. Her warmth and affection were destined to belong to him alone.

All around the outdoor venue, waiters weaved in and out with trays. But the section Su Ci occupied felt like it was protected by an invisible barrier—separate, untouched.

She accepted the slightly bruised peony, brought it to her nose to take in its scent, then turned toward the banquet hall.

“Could you bring me a juice? I’m a little thirsty.”

“Of course! Wait right here, Senpai—I’ll be right back.”

Chu Junling smiled innocently, playing the role of the helpful good boy to perfection. No one would ever guess he’d already warned the manor staff not to disturb her.

Except Xia Chuhe. She knew.

Just like in her previous life, Chu Junling was once again restricting Su Ci’s freedom—never letting her blend into the upper class. Possessive. Controlling.

The difference was, Chu Junling would never stoop to fetch her desserts or drinks himself.

Swallowing her jealousy, Xia Chuhe called out to someone who had just arrived:

“Nan Muyi!”

Nan Muyi frowned deeply.

“You again?”

Had the last time not been painful enough?

Xia Chuhe lowered her voice, pointing toward the secluded garden:

“Su Ci asked me to pass you a message. She can’t take Chu Junling anymore… She wants to elope with you!”

Nan Muyi’s heart skipped a beat.

No one with common sense would believe such a terrible lie.

But through the window frame, he could see her—like a caged bird. Her pristine gown and the single peony in her hand only heightened the sorrow in her expression and eyes.

His heart pounded wildly.

True or not, he thought, he had to go and ask her himself.

As she watched him rush off, Xia Chuhe leisurely took out her phone and snapped several photos—capturing their “secret rendezvous” from just the right angles.

Chu Junling took a while to return. After all, if Senpai wanted juice, he couldn’t bring just that—he’d spent time picking out matching desserts and savory treats.

By the time he got back to the garden, Nan Muyi had just left. The faint scent of cologne still lingered.

“Senpai, did someone try to strike up a conversation with you? Did they ask anything inappropriate? That perfume was awfully strong—probably trying to cover up body odor, huh?”

“No, just another guest getting some fresh air.”

Nan Muyi suspected that Su Ci was being mistreated, but she didn’t know how to bring it up directly with Chu Junling.

After all, his intentions weren’t bad. He hadn’t overstepped after she explained things. But with Chu Junling’s possessiveness, there was a risk he might retaliate against Nan Muyi’s family.

And that would only exhaust him in the end.

“I see. As long as Senpai wasn’t disturbed while admiring the flowers… Would you like some caramel pudding?”

He smiled innocently, like he believed her. But his gaze drifted, intentionally or not, toward the massive ruby pendant resting against her collarbone.

Senpai still hadn’t worn the pen he gave her.

And he had even embedded a pinhole camera in it for her.