Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 206

Ke Hua was pacing in frustration.

Sure, he was the one who’d scouted her into the industry—but this little ancestor of his didn’t seem the least bit ambitious about climbing the ranks.

With a face like that, she could’ve easily coasted to stardom. But no—she never fought, never schemed, carried herself with the peaceful detachment of a monk.

It was totally normal for a newbie to get stuck with minor roles in their debut. Especially in a massive IP production like Zijin, where Su Ci had only landed a background part.

Her character wasn’t even supposed to get a single shot of her face. But once the director saw her—her face like a divine masterpiece—he forcibly expanded her role to give her a full five-minute appearance.

That was already pushing it. Every actor and role in the show had been decided long ago by the investors—no director had the power to change that.

That’s why at tonight’s wrap party, Ke Hua had wanted to bring Su Ci around to meet some of the big sponsors. Maybe smooth her path a little. But after searching for ages, she was nowhere to be found.

Worse, several key investors had already left early.

Watching her figure sway as she walked away, Ke Hua strangely felt a bit relieved. Maybe skipping those schmoozy social games wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

The entertainment industry was nothing but a cesspool. The water ran deep and dirty, and the fish were rank and slippery. If you couldn’t catch a big one, you’d starve. Very few ever clawed their way to the top on talent and luck alone.

Still, Ke Hua remained confident.

As long as Zijin aired smoothly—even if his precious girl only had one frame—she was guaranteed to trend and blow up.

And this wasn’t just a single shot. It was five whole minutes!

Three hundred seconds of visual impact.

Tell me—how could the audience possibly resist?

In short, Ke Hua had fully converted into a rabid solo stan for his own artist. Nothing else in the world mattered.

His precious one had been drinking, so he escorted her all the way back to her room. Only after making sure she was safe did he return to the banquet to resume drinking and networking.

Back in her room, Su Ci changed into a new dress.

Recalling the descriptions from the original script, she made her way unimpeded to the top floor and pushed open the door to the presidential suite.

Was this logical? Not really.

Even the most orderly of CEOs had to slip up once in a while. How the slip happened didn’t matter. All the drunken girl needed to know was—the bed was big and soft enough for two adults to roll around on.

Su Ci had showered before coming. But to fit the character of a drunken starlet being offered to an investor, she wore a red dress.

Her heels had been casually kicked off onto the carpet.

Jiang Yu had clearly been staying here recently.

The pillows and sheets carried a clean, fresh scent. The light wrapping sensation of the bedding, mixed with her mild intoxication, made her scalp tingle slightly.

Su Ci actually hoped he wasn’t too drunk.

A one-night stand was supposed to be fun, after all.

Around 2 a.m., a tall man swiped his keycard and entered the suite, his suit jacket slung over one arm and his slender fingers massaging his brow.

His expression was tinged with exhaustion. Even after turning on the lights, he didn’t look around—just walked straight inside.

“Bang—!”

He tripped over something at his feet, lost his balance, and slammed into the wardrobe.

“…What the hell?”

He dropped to the carpet with a grunt, picked up the palm-sized, red-soled object sparkling with crystals.

“Cinderella’s shoe? Left this at my place?”

The man chuckled. His low, slightly hoarse voice carried a trace of curiosity, more cold amusement than warmth. It was the first time someone had actually succeeded in sneaking into his suite.

The shoe had a narrow toe and a painfully long stiletto heel. He genuinely couldn’t understand how any woman contorted her foot into something like this.

The Jiang Group had never required women to wear heels.

Something compelled him to examine it a little longer. He gave it a mental rating: pretty but useless.

Then he brought both shoes over and neatly set them by the bed.

That fall had hurt a bit, but it also sobered him up.

He wasn’t interested in women. But throwing someone out in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly civilized either. Thankfully, the suite had a spare room. After setting the shoes down, Jiang Yu was ready to leave.

But the woman in bed didn’t sleep peacefully.

Rustle.

She kicked the blanket right onto the floor.

Jiang Yu froze.

That moment was… hard to describe.

If he had to compare it, it was like Bian He discovering the He Shi jade, or Aladdin finding the magic lamp, or Newton getting knocked out by an apple, or Einstein discovering relativity.

So—

Relatively speaking, he could be interested.

The crimson dress set off her fair, translucent skin. Faint blue veins peeked through her arms and calves. The hem had ridden up to her narrow waist, revealing a bare stomach that rose and fell with each breath.

Jiang Yu’s lips tensed. He looked away.

The carpet was freshly cleaned. He picked up the blanket, shook it out, and carefully covered the sleeping girl.

He smoothed every corner and edge.

When the blanket reached her shoulders, his hand paused. His eyes landed on the bow-tied strap of her dress.

Two long ribbons trailed down like the drawstrings on a gift box—just begging to be pulled open.

Jiang Yu stared at it for a long time.

In the end, he did nothing. He left the bedside lamp on low and quietly went into the bathroom to wash up.

He didn’t want to wake her.

The shower took longer than usual.

There was a bathrobe. Should he wear it? …Nah.

Boxers? …Nope. Too tight.

Should he sleep in the guest room? …Also no.

This was the room he’d reserved. He would sleep in it like he always did. He wouldn’t let an intruder disrupt his routine or lead him by the nose.

Jiang Yu, still damp from his shower, stood at the bedside wrapped in a towel, staring for a long while. Finally, he tugged the towel off and climbed into bed—lying straight as a board on the girl’s left side.

The cold shower had washed away the alcohol. And the sleepiness.

All he could smell now was her faint perfume, laced with traces of wine.

Cinderella got drunk too, huh? he thought.

2 a.m.
3 a.m.
4 a.m.

Jiang Yu felt wide awake, counting Cinderellas in his head for hours.

During that time, he picked up the blanket six times. The pillow, four.

“Kick it off one more time and I’m holding you, Cinderella.”

Su Ci gave a sleepy little hum and rolled over. Instead of just kicking the blanket, she kicked him—right off the bed.

“…”

After a long silence, the man let out a low chuckle. When he climbed back up, he finally gave in.

His arms wrapped around her. His legs tangled with hers. As for manners and restraint? He could discard those for now.

Her scent, her softness—it made his mind swirl.

Once he locked her tightly in place, she stopped tossing and turning. Her breathing evened out, and she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Jiang Yu had assumed that any normal man would be dozing off by now.

Yet somehow, he fell asleep too.

Su Ci stirred awake, her vision still a little blurry. The first thing that came into focus was a well-defined chest pressed right up to her nose—smooth and faintly pink.

So much for the script.

Wasn’t the male lead supposed to be passed out on the couch?

Why was he shirtless in bed?

She tried to scoot back a little. But the sleeping man had anticipated that—he pulled her in tighter, smushing her face against his firm pecs.

At 7 a.m., Jiang Yu’s internal clock woke him up on time.

His long lashes fluttered open. Seeing a head of dark hair nestled against his chest, he finally remembered what happened the night before.

His arm loosened slightly, but not completely.

At this close range, Su Ci could clearly see it all—his flawless throat, collarbone, chest, abs…

Everywhere was covered in hickeys, bite marks, and long red scratches from her nails.

Some scratches were so intense they’d scabbed over. The trails of lipstick looked almost like faded fingerprints.

Even his navel bore a small, round bruise.

The shape… looked like it had been made by a high heel.

Definitely her style.

But she couldn’t remember a damn thing.

Her hungover brain buzzed.

Then she blurted out the line he was supposed to say—

“I was drunk last night, so I probably, maybe, hopefully didn’t do anything… to you?”

Jiang Yu couldn’t help but laugh.

His handsome features gleamed with a hint of sly mischief, as if the bed had suddenly become a negotiating table.

“Cinderella, you sleep with me and don’t want to take responsibility?”

Mini Theater

Su Ci: You sneaky little perv.

Jiang Yu: Wife initiated the self-service version of me.