Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 203

Just before her consciousness completely faded,

Xia Chuhe saw a blurred shadow in the blood and vaguely glimpsed what had happened in her past life.

She dreamed of going from a universally despised social pariah to a prized darling fought over by every rich young master.

They all liked her.
The other girls all envied her.

Min Yi cured his OCD for her. Feng Jiyue broke off his engagement with Tong Yuting for her. Nan Muyi publicly declared his love for her at school. Shen Sichen swore he would never love anyone else in this lifetime.

And the craziest of them all—Chu Junling.
Every time he caught her with the others, he’d scold her bitterly, as if heartbroken by her lack of self-respect.

But she only ever saw the others as friends.

Was it wrong for friends to intervene in each other’s arranged marriages? Of course not—why should she get targeted by Tong Yuting every time she met with Feng Jiyue?

Was it wrong for friends to kiss, cuddle, or sleep together? Not at all—they were all hopelessly in love with her. Was she supposed to let them live out their days pining in vain?

Sure, Chu Junling had done a lot for her. But hadn’t she given him the official title he wanted?

The other men wanted her and didn’t even get that.

In the end, their fights always ended the same way:
Chu Junling would rather let his health deteriorate, coughing up blood and fainting regularly, than face her or say a single word.

That left her with more freedom—to spend time with the others.

But one day, out of nowhere, Nan Muyi decided to grow up and focus on his career. He stepped away from the drama, and the stable love-pentagon she’d enjoyed began to crumble.

One after another, like dominoes falling.

The four men who once loved her to their core—lost all interest in her overnight.

Not only that… they went after her like she was a stain to be scrubbed from their lives.

Her supporters turned their backs. The girls she’d wronged came at her with savage revenge.

Tong Yuting, Chen Sitian, Guan Xitang, Min You…
Even the cheating classmate she pushed down the stairs and killed reappeared.
Even Xia Chumiao.

Tortured to the point of madness, she finally thought of turning to Chu Junling for protection.

Just like she was doing now, as her life slipped through her fingers.

She regretted everything.

She should never have messed with those men.

If she had one more chance to be reborn, she wouldn’t dare dream of having every man wrapped around her finger again.
Just staying quietly by Chu Junling’s side would be enough.

She seemed to see the light of rebirth waving at her.

Her blood-covered face twisted into a strange, dazed smile. The light in her pupils faded, leaving only cooling blood spreading across the floor.

Everything had happened so fast. The guests couldn’t help but glance nervously toward the eye of the storm: a girl as pure and radiant as moonlight… and a man drenched in blood and sin.

What Xia Chuhe had said… did sound exactly like something Chu Junling would do.

But up until now, everyone had believed he’d changed while pursuing Su Ci.

What normal girl could accept being watched, followed, and surveilled 24/7?
Especially by someone who had just murdered a woman in front of her—
then smiled like a gentleman, and asked her to go home with him.

She wasn’t going to say yes.
That’s what everyone thought.
Even Chu Junling wasn’t sure.

So before Su Ci could answer, he scooped her up into his arms and strode out of the bloodstained banquet hall with urgent, commanding steps.

Tong Yuting watched his tall, lean figure disappear into the distance. Concern flashed in her eyes, but when she looked down again, her expression soured. She waved a hand at the staff.

“Get rid of that thing on the floor. Cremate it. She has a grandma and a sister, right? Give each of them a million in hush money.”

Xia Chuhe wasn’t worth that much. But today, she brought this on herself.
With her birthday party ruined, Tong Yuting considered it a necessary expense to ward off bad luck.

The cool night breeze swept away the heavy stench of blood.

Faint notes of bitter orange mixed with the warmth of the man’s arms as they wrapped around Su Ci.

Moonlight reflected off her white gown, making the dark stains even more visible.

Chu Junling buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.
His voice was hoarse and trembling—unclear whether from fear or excitement.

“Senpai’s all stained with blood now… just like me.”

“…Will you hate me?”

Hate me for being two-faced.
Hate me for being a twisted stalker, a pervert, a murderer hiding in plain sight…

Su Ci hooked an arm around the back of his neck. She felt the warmth of his tears dripping onto her collarbone and gently ruffled his short hair, just like always.

“It’s just a dress. Not a big deal. Besides… didn’t you fill my closet with more dresses than I could ever wear?”

He froze for a moment.

Then a slow smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He carefully placed her in the passenger seat and leaned over to buckle her seatbelt.

“Senpai… you’re coaxing me again.”

“Do you really mean the dress?”

“Or are you just pretending not to get it?”

Leaning halfway out the lowered car window, he used the key fob to lock the doors. His gaze was unrelenting—demanding a real answer.

The wind rustled the leaves outside, sounding like some soothing white noise.

Su Ci tugged the seatbelt, turning toward him and closing the distance.

“Whatever you mean… I’ll always stand by the person who has my back.”

Her gentle voice rode the breeze straight into his ears. Reflected in his eyes, she glowed—like light in the darkness.

His heart pounded deafeningly. His blood burned.

For a moment, Chu Junling almost believed her.

If only she hadn’t pushed him away every time he tried to confess anonymously.

She’d called him disgusting, perverted.
Told him he was shameless.
Demanded he stop harassing her.
Threatened to report him.
Tried to get him expelled.

“Senpai, you’re too clever for your own good. You know just how to sweet-talk me and make the pain go down easier. Your words are sweeter than honey.”

Su Ci: “…Huh?”

His hand slipped through the car window, gently wrapping around her slender neck. His fingers massaged her skin in slow, chaotic rhythms.

“Great acting, by the way. You must be completely disgusted by me, right? You couldn’t send a single nice message. And now here you are, pretending to give in?”

Su Ci fell silent under the weight of his suspicion.

She thought those text exchanges were just harmless little games between consenting adults—roleplay between a stalker and a bunny.

“Well then, how about a taste of my honey?”

Su Ci leaned back against the seat and tilted her head up, capturing his restless lips with her own. Their noses brushed. Breaths tangled. Her kiss was soft, slow, teasing.

There was no point in explaining—he wouldn’t believe her anyway.

So why not skip that step?

Healthy relationships might require communication.
But twisted love like this… was impossible to resist.

The darker it was, the more intoxicating it became.

And she liked it.

Their cheeks touched, breath exchanged. It was the most intimate contact they’d ever had—enough to make Chu Junling taste that maddening sweetness, bitter and addicting. His breath hitched. His body trembled.

Then he seized control.

Like a whirlwind, he devoured her—consumed her—poured every dark corner of himself into her and gave it all, unfiltered.

When their lips finally parted, still slick with heat, he declared with dark satisfaction:

“Senpai really is sweet. But not as sweet as I want.”

The black supercar sped down the highway like a phantom.

His raspy voice scraped like gravel—yet carried an eerie tenderness.

“Should I kill Senpai?”
“We can die together. Even if you hate me, at least you’ll always be with me.”

“Senpai, how do you want to die?”
“Sofa? Rug? Bathtub? Floor-to-ceiling windows…?”
“Why not try them all? See which spot has the best feng shui for our double burial.”