Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 202

Chu Junling could barely contain himself—he wanted to slip away into some dark corner and check his phone to see who had dared to lay a hand on his Senpai.

But this party was crawling with predators.

To avoid repeating past mistakes, he decided to stick to her like glue. As for dealing with whoever crossed the line? That could wait until the party was over.

Guests were arriving one after another. Su Ci and Chu Junling returned to the banquet hall, and the moment they sat down, they felt a surge of discreet yet probing stares.

Onstage, Tong Yuting stood beside a table adorned with fresh flowers and balloons. She wore a graceful, practiced smile as she welcomed her guests and gave her thanks.

Behind her, the giant screen began to play a birthday montage she had pre-recorded.

One second… two seconds…

Then silence.

The music didn’t start. The MV’s opening track never played.

Guests exchanged confused, uneasy looks. A creeping sense of dread began to spread across Tong Yuting’s heart.

She turned around—and froze.

The screen was now showing a slideshow of photos: Nan Muyi, in a crisp white suit, standing beside Su Ci.

The color white—pure and elegant—looked like it was made for the pair of them. Together, they gave off the surreal aura of a wedding shoot.

And the carefully angled shots made it look like they were kissing, embracing, or whispering sweet nothings to each other with no regard for the people around them.

In an instant, the focus of the banquet shifted away from Tong Yuting—and straight to Chu Junling.

Everyone knew Su Ci was his date for the night. And yet there she was, caught in an intimate moment with the heir of the Nan family.

People couldn’t wait for the drama to unfold. What would Chu Junling do after being publicly humiliated?

Would he fight Nan Muyi?
Now that would be a show worth watching.
And in the chaos, they might even have a shot at stealing Su Ci away.

Nan Muyi, ever since being rejected, had been sulking in the corner, drinking alone. He never imagined that Xia Chuhe had set him up.

But now, seeing Su Ci dragged into gossip and scandal, he was livid. He grabbed a half-empty bottle of red wine and locked his eyes on someone.

The people around Chu Junling instinctively scattered five meters away.

Everyone held their breath.
Two men. One girl. The showdown was about to begin.

Su Ci hadn’t expected this either. She hadn’t realized Nan Muyi’s bizarre behavior earlier had been part of someone’s manipulation.

She gently pried open Chu Junling’s tightly clenched hand, threading her fingers through his to hold it firmly—anchoring his trembling grip.

“It’s not what you think. It’s a visual illusion. There must be surveillance cameras at the villa—I’ll ask Yuting to pull the footage for you…”

“Mm. I know. It’s not your fault, Senpai.”

He returned the hold on her hand, not erupting into rage or madness. His amber-hued peach blossom eyes shimmered with warm light.

“But why would Senpai explain anything to me? I thought only boyfriends were entitled to that kind of treatment.”

If he had a tail, it would’ve been wagging right now.

Those few manipulated photos might fool others—but they couldn’t fool him, a man intimately familiar with surveillance footage and digital forensics.

Yes, he was a little annoyed.

But compared to the thrill of receiving Senpai’s attention and validation? It was nothing.

He was more shameless than the orange cat.

“So I hold this high of a place in Senpai’s heart already… and I haven’t even done my part as your boyfriend. That’s my failure.”

He lifted her hand to his lips, placing a satisfied kiss on her knuckles. The look in his eyes was openly provocative—like a public declaration of ownership.

Not far away, Xia Chuhe saw it all. Her jaw clenched so tightly, her teeth nearly shattered. She slammed her wine glass down on the table.

Why is it different?!
Why is this life different?!

Wasn’t he supposed to lash out at Su Ci for being unfaithful?

Wasn’t he supposed to beat Nan Muyi bloody in front of everyone?

Yuan Sheng found her mood swings ridiculous—but since he was still caught up in the thrill of a new romance, he was more than happy to indulge her.

“Chuhe… Was the food not to your liking?”

BANG—!!

An explosive crash cut off Xia Chuhe’s spiraling thoughts. The wine bottle shattered into pieces right in front of her.

Glass shards embedded into her bare calves and feet, sending waves of piercing pain through her body.

Before she could even scream, Nan Muyi had her by the throat and slammed her violently to the ground.

“AH—!”

Glass shards ripped into her face, her arms, her chest, her thighs. Nan Muyi stepped on her back, pinning her down so hard she couldn’t even crawl away.

“You really had the balls to mess with me? Are you f*ing tired of living?!”**

The crowd quickly pieced it together. Nan Muyi’s reaction made it clear—Xia Chuhe was the one who sabotaged the birthday MV.

Chu Junling had been planning to pull surveillance footage to find out who was behind it—but now there was no need.

The culprit had revealed herself.

Yet, he didn’t explode in front of Su Ci.

Even though his mind had already rehearsed every possible method of murder, he wore a warm, springlike smile, subtly undermining his rival.

“Muyi’s mood swings seem to be getting worse. Senpai, you’d better keep your distance from him. Who knows when he’ll snap and hit someone again?”

“I’m different. Even if someone photographed Senpai on a secret date, I’d still choose to trust her—even if it means wronging myself.”

For now, he let Xia Chuhe go.

But Xia Chuhe had no intention of letting him go.

Especially while writhing in pain, she looked up and saw Chu Junling doting on Su Ci like no one else existed in the world—it burned into her eyes.

Yuan Sheng, the one who brought her to the party, had long since backed away, pretending not to notice her being assaulted.

Sometimes, when a person hits their breaking point… they laugh.

“Hahaha… Su Ci, do you really think he likes you? How naïve! How stupid!”

“You’re the only one dumb enough to believe he’s some sweet, harmless student council president!”

“You still don’t get it, do you? That perverted stalker who harassed you day and night—it was Chu Junling!”

“How else do you think he always showed up at just the right time? There were so many moments where I was this close…”

Normally, Nan Muyi wouldn’t have let her get another word in. But this time, for reasons unknown, he didn’t silence her.

He looked uneasily at Su Ci.

Everyone knew the truth behind Chu Junling’s cruelty and duplicity—but Senpai? She genuinely seemed unaware.

If she did know… would she still choose him?

Xia Chuhe’s crazed screaming continued.

“Those gifts he gave you—the jewelry, the pens, the brooches… Every single one has a camera in it!”

“Haha! All of them!”

“He made a fool out of you, and you still flaunt that stuff in public like a trophy? If I were you, I’d bash my head against a wall and end it!”

She was about to say more when Chu Junling—who hadn’t reacted to the photos or Nan Muyi’s outburst—finally moved.

“Then you can go die now.”

His tone was flat. His expression calm. Not like someone who had been provoked—more like someone checking off a task on a to-do list.

“Splurt—”

The broken neck of the wine bottle was picked up by a hand so flawless it looked sculpted. He drove it cleanly into her carotid artery.

Blood sprayed everywhere—soaking Chu Junling’s entire body.

From his breast pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped the blood from between his fingers.

Only then did he return to Su Ci’s side, his steps trembling ever so slightly.

“Senpai, did I scare you?”

“Don’t be afraid. No more lunatics will come bother you again. The night’s still young. If this party’s no fun… why don’t you come home with me?”