Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 207

As if afraid Su Ci would miss a single detail…

The man deliberately sat upright, his broad shoulders and narrow waist propped against the plush pillows, limbs long and lean, posture relaxed and unbothered. He lifted the blanket to reveal his thoroughly ravaged, muscular body.

Jiang Yu had always slept in the nude.

When the blanket fully slid off, his firm waist, abs, and thick thighs were all covered in bright red marks—pinches and bruises stark against his fair skin.

Su Ci’s ears flushed red. She lowered her gaze quickly, refusing to look.

But the hand she had tucked under the covers didn’t escape him. Jiang Yu grabbed it and placed it firmly on his abs, pressing it down. She could feel the faint thump of his heartbeat under her palm.

“What are you hiding from? Did it but won’t admit it?”

A lazy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes locking onto hers with intensity. He guided her fingers slowly down the ridges of his torso, demanding a guilty plea by touch.

“…I didn’t do this.”

Su Ci tried to recall anything from the night before—she couldn’t even remember a single dream, let alone whether she’d forcefully bedded a man.

Alcohol ruins everything.

If she’d known she’d be accused like this the next morning, she wouldn’t have drunk so much last night. Should’ve made the crime worth it at least.

“Wasn’t you?”

Jiang Yu raised a brow.

He lifted a finger and wiped at the red mark along his throat.

“What, I kissed myself? Gave myself these hickeys? Put on your dress and scratched myself up? I don’t even have nails—how was I supposed to leave these?”

Su Ci stared at the prominent Adam’s apple moving up and down his neck.

There was even a faint bite mark near it.

The scratches and bruises on his body were all over the place—some in spots a person couldn’t even reach on their own.

Su Ci fell silent.

His hand was large and slender. Seeing her stunned and speechless, he wrapped his fingers around hers and continued guiding her lower—trailing down the edge of his v-cut.

Her delicate, pale pink manicure contrasted starkly against the masculine roughness of his skin. Her softness. His brutality.

She gasped when her palm brushed over a warm spot. Startled, she tried to yank her hand away twice—but he didn’t let go.

Jiang Yu’s gaze was playful, but dark.

“You already used it—what’s the point in being shy now?”

“…”

She knew she didn’t use anything!

“Ahem. So… what kind of responsibility do you want me to take?”

Jiang Yu’s tone turned serious, almost accusing:
“What do you mean what kind? After the way you treated me last night, and taking my first time, what else could you do? I’m not some random guy you can just sleep with.”

Was it him who lacked proper upbringing, or had society’s moral compass gone completely off track?

They’d already shared a bed and touched skin-to-skin. Wasn’t the next step supposed to be dating… engagement… marriage… a formal wedding?

Su Ci stayed quiet for a moment, then leaned over to grab her phone and purse from the nightstand.

Jiang Yu’s expression turned ice-cold in an instant.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back, forcing her to face him.

“Where do you think you’re going? Don’t even think about running. Take responsibility.”

“I’m not trying to run. Just give me a second.”

She picked up her purse and phone. The purse jingled softly, its cheap gold hardware clinking together. Jiang Yu suddenly felt… oddly guilty.

The original version of that bag should’ve been Miu Miu. Hers was clearly a knockoff.

Maybe he’d gone too far?

Su Ci opened her wallet. It was stuffed with green bills, mostly singles. Two coins even rolled out and landed between his legs under the blanket.

Noticing him staring at her bag, she smiled naturally and explained:

“It’s a real bag if I paid real money for it. If it looks just like the genuine one, that’s good enough for me.”

In truth, the bag was a gift from Ke Hua. He’d given it to her to coax her into entering the industry. Not the smartest guy, but occasionally clever in his own clumsy way.

Su Ci had never carried the fake bag in public before. Last night, she remembered it out of nowhere and thought it might come in handy, so she brought it along.

Who would’ve thought she’d wake up not only without winning any sympathy from the rich backer, but also end up thoroughly conned—left without even a single bitter tear.

Jiang Yu: the stingiest domineering CEO male lead ever.

He flicked the coins between his fingers, nodding in rare approval.

“Not bad. Looks decent enough. Quality’s not far off from the real thing. Good value for the price.”

Su Ci pushed the purse toward him.

“Then it’s yours.”

She unlocked her phone and pulled up all her accounts—Alipay, WeChat Wallet, her bank app—pooled the balances together and managed to scrape together a very lucky-looking number:

¥13,149.97.

A clean, well-rounded figure.

“That’s all I’ve got. If you think it’s not enough, I can still borrow from friends, maybe dip into a loan app or two. I promise I’ll take responsibility for you.”

Jiang Yu didn’t know whether to laugh or scold her.

He couldn’t resist pinching her soft cheek, tempted to open her skull and see what exactly she filled her brain with all day. Demons? Nonsense?

“Cinderella, do you even know who I am? Trying to buy me off with thirteen grand?”

“I know, but I don’t have a checkbook. Want me to write you an IOU? Or you can sleep with me again to even it out.”

That actually got his attention.

He leaned in closer, caging her against the headboard.

“So smooth with your words, huh? So if we flip it—would you also charge me thirteen grand per round?”

Su Ci actually seemed to consider it.

“Sure. We’re both first-timers. Same rate. Whoever initiates pays. Sound fair, President Jiang?”

“…?”

He was getting more pissed off.

Why did it feel like she was the one looking forward to it?

Who wanted this shady kind of money-for-sex exchange?

What—was he not good enough?

With a hint of mock punishment, he pinched her soft pink earlobe. Jiang Yu leaned in and growled in her ear, voice low and clipped with anger:

“Do you have any idea how much I’m worth?”

“One night with me, at thirteen grand per time, you’d be broke before I’m done with you.”

Su Ci blinked innocently.

“Just because you have money now doesn’t mean you’ll always have it. You should enjoy life while you can. If you go broke in the future, I won’t go easy on you either.”

Jiang Yu couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Oh, now you care about me? Fine, keep your precious thirteen grand. I’ll come collect in person next time. Cinderella, save my number.”

He recited his number aloud. Watching her enter it into her phone and save it as “Debt Collector Prince”, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

What the hell even is this.

He’d worked all night for nothing—flirting with a blind girl, apparently.

He was an only child. No greedy siblings or scheming relatives to fight over his inheritance. How exactly had Cinderella concluded he’d fall from grace?

Jiang Yu left the master bath for Su Ci. Picking up the towel on the carpet, he didn’t bother wrapping it around himself as he strode into the secondary bedroom in the suite.

Su Ci watched that perfect back walk away and couldn’t help sighing.

CEOs really were too easy to handle.

All the girls knew—never order a male escort lightly. You might end up being the one enjoyed instead.

She was like that lucky escort now.

Thirteen grand a night. Got the money and the man.

Before Jiang Yu finished showering, Su Ci had already headed downstairs with her phone in hand. If she waited any longer, Ke Hua was going to blow up her phone.

Sure enough, while she was still in the elevator, Ke Hua called.

“Hello? Hello? Ancestor, you up yet? I swear, I’m about to make my fortune off sheer rage…”

Ding—

The elevator doors opened.

Su Ci stepped out onto the 8th floor and came face to face with Ke Hua, who was standing outside her room ranting. The voice continued to pour from her phone speaker:

“Didn’t I sign you up for Director Xu’s number eighteen slot? That damn Wu Tong stole it again! I’m losing it! Who snatches role eighteen? What kind of shameless troll—”

“Don’t get me wrong, I usually don’t insult women. Only skanks. She already took the first 124 roles—this one, I swear to God, I’m getting it back for you!”

“I just asked my third aunt’s niece’s second grand-uncle to set up a lunch with Director Xu. Get ready—we’re leaving soon. I will get you this role!”