Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 205

“Miaozhu, try this—it’s a custom Long Island Iced Tea. The flavor’s really something.”

At the wrap party for Zijin, Shen Ruixuan, Miaozhu’s boyfriend and fellow Z-list actor, slipped her a cocktail when no one was looking.

To avoid suspicion, he set the drink down and walked away as if nothing had happened, playing the part of a considerate coworker.

But Sang Miaozhu had barely touched her food. Her mind was elsewhere, still caught on the man she’d glimpsed in passing. Distracted, she didn’t notice how strong the cocktail was and ended up sipping more than half of it.

That’s when her manager, Wu Tong, approached.

She lowered her voice, speaking with deliberate weight.

“Miaozhu, you don’t want Ruixuan’s talent to go to waste, do you?”

“At his age, if he doesn’t land a good script or a breakout role soon, his prime will slip right by. You should start thinking more for his sake.”

“If he weren’t trying to protect you, he would’ve already debuted as an idol. He could’ve been a top-tier star by now. You should understand that.”

A flush crept across Miaozhu’s cheeks from the alcohol, giving her a dazed, faraway look.

A wave of heat swelled in her chest.

Like a puppet on strings, she asked blankly, “But how am I supposed to help him? I’m not even as popular as he is. I haven’t gotten a decent role in forever.”

Wu Tong leaned in and discreetly slipped a room card into her purse.

“You know President Lin, right? The one who gave our production an extra twenty million? He’s very optimistic about you two—he wants to invest heavily in you both.”

“Opportunities go to the smart ones. It’s up to you whether you want to take it.”

Seeing Miaozhu hesitate, Wu Tong sweetened the deal.

“President Lin is young, wealthy, and handsome. If you spend one night with him, Director Xu’s next project is all yours—it’s a big-budget production, and the second female lead is already yours.”

“Every A-list actress in this industry has gone through the same thing. Don’t worry—I’ll keep Shen Ruixuan in the dark.”

In the end, Miaozhu nodded in agreement.

But once Wu Tong left, her hand clenched tightly around the key card in her purse—so tightly it bent.

Yes, the room card was from President Lin.

But contrary to Wu Tong’s claims, Lin wasn’t some young, eligible CEO—he was a greasy, middle-aged man in his forties with a receding hairline and a nasty habit of pawing at young starlets.

In her past life, Miaozhu didn’t listen to Wu Tong.

She figured if she was going to trade herself for resources, why not aim higher—why settle for someone like Lin when she could go after someone younger, richer, and more powerful?

She set her sights on Jiang Yu, a man she’d only seen once.

Just going by looks and body alone, Jiang Yu was every starlet’s dream sugar daddy. Some were so desperate, they didn’t even want resources or money—they just wanted him.

Even beyond his looks, the Jiang conglomerate had deep roots. Its subsidiaries touched nearly every industry, and there were even rumors they were planning to move into entertainment—now was the time to cozy up to the next kingmaker.

She spent days tracking down his hotel room number.

8088. 8088. Top floor. A presidential suite reserved year-round just for him—cleaned and maintained even when he wasn’t staying there.

Naturally, that room card wasn’t easy to come by.

But by some strange stroke of luck that day, the door wasn’t locked. Miaozhu pushed it open and stepped inside. Jiang Yu wasn’t there. She was both startled and excited.

She crawled into his bed, heart pounding, and waited.

Jiang Yu returned in the middle of the night, clearly drunk. He loosened his tie, collapsed onto the bed, and passed out—never even noticed the extra person beside him.

She’d even dragged him off the couch and onto the bed.

But the next morning, Jiang Yu looked her dead in the eye and said:

“I was drunk last night. There’s no way I touched you. Now kindly see yourself out.”

Even when she showed him the torn clothes on the floor, the fresh bloodstains on the sheets, and the hickeys on her arms, he remained completely unfazed.

“Miss, I don’t make a habit of tearing clothes. And people can bleed from a lot of places.”

“As for the love bites—if you can reach them yourself, don’t use them to slander me. Honestly, the fact I’m not suing you for emotional damages is already the height of my generosity.”

Sang Miaozhu couldn’t believe it.

Jiang Yu was a billionaire—and he was being this shameless? Forget giving her a script or resources. He didn’t even want to give her a dime!

Swallowing the humiliation, she stormed out of the hotel.

Then got an earful from Wu Tong for standing President Lin up.

President Lin had waited all night. When Miaozhu never showed, he turned to another struggling actress—the same one Miaozhu happened to be rivals with.

The resources that were supposed to be hers? Handed over in full.

That rival exploded in popularity, jumping straight to B-list overnight.

Lin and his new favorite made life hell for Miaozhu after that—constantly sabotaging her.

She regretted everything.

She should’ve listened to Wu Jie. Lin might’ve been gross, but Wu really had been looking out for her.

But what Miaozhu never expected was that, two weeks later, Jiang Yu’s assistant came looking for her.

He claimed there had been a misunderstanding—and that President Jiang wanted to offer her something “substantial” as compensation.

She agreed on the spot.

But Jiang Yu’s “compensation” came at a steep price—she had to break her contract, switch agents, and cut off Shen Ruixuan completely.

Every role she wanted, every script she liked—Jiang Yu had final veto power.

Every commercial she showed interest in—he turned down.

Her entire career, down to each scene, fell under Jiang Yu’s absolute control.

And yet… her fame soared. Within three years, she had climbed all the way to the top tier of the entertainment industry.

But she lost her freedom.

She lost her love.

She lost the agent who had launched her career.

Had Jiang Yu not been so picky about scripts, she might’ve become the youngest actress in history to win the film and TV grand slam—maybe even gone global.

For better resources, she had to swallow her pride, pretend to be Jiang Yu’s pet canary, and dream of one day finally winning that best actress trophy.

But then, out of nowhere, Jiang Yu was caught in a scandal—he wasn’t the Jiang family’s true heir after all. The real young master was someone else entirely.

Marketing accounts posted a photo of Jiang Yu being thrown out of the Jiang Group’s headquarters, clutching a big cardboard box—completely humiliated.

Sang Miaozhu immediately blocked all his contact info, publicly cut ties with him, and even took the opportunity to throw him under the bus.

After Jiang Yu’s downfall, her resources dried up overnight.
Meanwhile, Shen Ruixuan—the boyfriend she’d dumped—rose to become a triple award-winning Best Actor and the hottest name in the industry.

Every time Miaozhu thought of that dramatic fall from grace, her teeth ached with hatred.

If Jiang Yu hadn’t lied about being a fake heir, she never would’ve wasted all that energy trying to please him.

In the end, she was left with nothing.

This time, she was going to listen to Wu Jie.

She’d go to President Lin and secure a better future—for herself and her boyfriend.

Just one night. She could endure that.

Sang Miaozhu clutched the room card tightly and texted her boyfriend that she was going to rest early. Avoiding the rest of the crew, she made her way toward President Lin’s suite.

At the bar, the bartender was carefully chiseling an ice sphere. Normally, this would be routine work, but today nothing felt quite right—none of the ice seemed good enough for the guest.

“Miss, are you sure you want the Mist of Ireland?”

Su Ci nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

The bartender still felt uneasy.

This was an upscale venue—no thugs here—but the men in sharp suits nearby were eyeing the young woman like wolves circling prey.

Alone, and ordering a “girly killer” cocktail?

Su Ci’s manager, Ke Hua, rushed over just as she finished her sweet whiskey. Her face held only the faintest blush—she still looked clear-headed.

“AUV’s little starlet, drowning your sorrows in booze now? We may have lost the battle, but not the war! You only had a thirty-second appearance in this drama, but I swear you’re going to blow up!”

Ke Hua sounded full of confidence in his dark horse.

“I already got your next gig lined up. Director Xu’s film. You’re the female lead—number eighteen on the call sheet, with a full ten minutes of screentime. Stardom’s just around the corner!”

Su Ci: “……”

What on earth was he going on about?

“Thanks, Hua-ge. I’m heading out. See you.”

She stood up with crisp, steady movements—no sign of drunkenness at all.

8088. 8088. Time to find a sugar daddy. And go to bed.

(Oops… accidentally gave too much background again, but I had to set the scene. Next chapter, cue the male lead’s chaotic entrance.)

Jiang Yu: I can tell who’s a woman and who’s my wife.

Before meeting his wife: Totally righteous, slightly unhinged.
After meeting his wife: Dark magic practitioner, no shame whatsoever.

Side note: when you’re working yourself to death and just want to relax with a few short videos, and suddenly you see Young Master Mei going from a millionaire’s kid to a billionaire’s… (you get the hint).