Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 208

The moment Ke Hua saw Su Ci step out of the elevator, his squinty eyes went wide. His brain almost couldn’t keep up.

“Wait—Ancestor, what are you doing coming down from up there this early in the morning? Don’t tell me…”

Both his and Su Ci’s rooms were on the third floor.

In this hotel, the higher the floor, the fancier the rooms—and the more elite the guests. From average folks on the lower floors to power players like President Li, President Wang, and President Zhang on the upper ones.

The elevator Su Ci had just stepped out of? The exclusive VIP one for penthouse guests.

For a split second, Ke Hua wanted to slam his head into the nearest wall.

Didn’t he personally watch her go back to her room last night?

How the hell did he still manage to let some pig from upstairs run off with his precious cabbage?

Aaaargh!

He shouldn’t have gone to sleep. He should’ve stood guard outside her room all night. He knew she’d been drinking—what kind of idiot agent was he?!

While Ke Hua looked like he was about to die of heartbreak, Su Ci nodded calmly.

“Yeah, it’s exactly what you think. This kind of thing’s pretty normal in the industry, right? Everyone’s fine with it, so there’s really no reason—”

Before she could finish, Ke Hua cut her off.

“I’m not fine with it! I can’t accept this! Ancestor, if you had to go find someone, could you at least talk to me first?!”

“Be straight with me—last night at that dinner, was it President Lin? Zhang? Sun? Which one was it? Do any of them deserve you?!”

“Sure, they’ve got money—but they’re filthier than their wallets. How could you bring yourself to throw yourself away like that? Do you not trust my judgment at all?”

“…”

To be honest, Su Ci was starting to suspect that Ke Hua’s other artists hadn’t been poached by Wu Tong—but had just escaped his emotional abuse.

Still, he wasn’t all bad.

At least his professional skills were decent. He was a bit loud and rough around the edges, but he was sincere and always gave everything he had to fight for his artists.

He just… lacked luck and connections.

Su Ci sighed.

“It wasn’t any of them. My standards are higher than that. Relax. Let’s talk about Director Xu instead—”

But Ke Hua wasn’t done.

“Not them? Still not okay! Unless you went and found the world’s richest man—no, scratch that, even he wouldn’t be good enough. Ancestor, you’re one of a kind. You’re basically Nuwa’s own daughter!”

Su Ci couldn’t help but laugh.

“Anyway—what do you mean your standards are high? What’s he offering you? Money? A script? Tell me, I’ll help you analyze.”

“Uh… well…”

Su Ci braced herself.

“I actually owe him thirteen grand. But he’s totally my type—face and body both.”

Ke Hua nearly passed out on the spot.

“I really don’t get what’s wrong with you pretty people! Look me in the eye—can you eat a pretty face?! And now you’re even paying him?! You’re gonna kill me!”

“If the food’s too gross, I can’t eat it.”

Ke Hua looked like he was about to burst into flames from sheer frustration. He opened his mouth to argue again—when the elevator next to them dinged open.

Out stepped Wu Tong and Sang Miaozhu, heads held high like they owned the place.

There was also a pot-bellied middle-aged man in the elevator. Ke Hua recognized him instantly: Lin Zhibo, the main investor behind the drama Zijin.

In that moment, he suddenly understood Su Ci’s “standards.”

Yeah. That greasy mess? No way she could stomach it.

Sang Miaozhu’s room wasn’t even on this floor, but Wu Tong insisted on parading her around. As they passed Ke Hua, her smile was proud, smug, and clearly provocative.

She spoke warmly—but it was aimed squarely at Su Ci.

“Newcomers should plan ahead. You’ll never get anywhere following someone who’s been stuck in the industry for ten years with no results. Even if you’ve got talent, it’s wasted. Why not come work with me?”

Ke Hua’s eyes turned red with anger. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.

They were both in the same entertainment company. And yeah, Wu Tong liked to use shady tactics—but to be fair, her track record was better than his.

Su Ci was the only artist he had left.

If she chose Wu Tong too… he couldn’t blame her. People had to look out for themselves. After all, he’d just lost another role to that woman again.

But Su Ci just smiled gently and shook her head. Polite, but distant.

“Now and always, I won’t consider changing managers. Hua-ge’s hard work will pay off. This industry owes him results—and sooner or later, I’ll be the one to make that happen. He’ll become a top-tier manager.”

Wu Tong let out a cold scoff, clearly displeased. She grabbed Sang Miaozhu and stormed off.

Ke Hua burst into tears on the spot, sobbing like a baby.

“Ancestor, what are you trying to do—kill me with kindness so you can inherit my stuff? Talking like that, you’ve got me questioning myself. Maybe you should switch managers…”

“Hold that thought, Hua-ge—I need to take this call.”

Her screen lit up with the name [Debt Collector Prince].

She picked up. On the other end came a low, rich voice, smooth and tinged with just a hint of static—enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“Cinderella, can I look into your background?”

Su Ci didn’t bother hiding the call from Ke Hua. He heard every word loud and clear.

So this was the guy?

Didn’t even know their Little Ancestor’s name? Tsk. Hard to judge.

Su Ci pulled the phone away from her ear slightly.

“And if I say no? You’ll just stop?”

“Mm. If you say no, I won’t check. Next time we meet, I’ll just make a list and ask you everything in person—while collecting my debt.”

There was a teasing lilt to his voice when he said “collecting my debt.”

“Then go ahead and check. But don’t blame me if you don’t like what you find.”

There’d been no setup, no trickery. She’d ordered her own drinks. Walked into his room on her own. If Jiang Yu couldn’t handle what he found—well, that was his problem.

He sounded completely unfazed.

“Got it. I’ll turn the bad into something good.”

“If you don’t mind the trouble, then fine. But I’ve got stuff to handle here, so I’m hanging up.”

In his office, Jiang Yu frowned at the now-ended call.

Normally hyper-efficient and focused, he found himself staring at the blank screen for a full two minutes.

What could she possibly need to discuss that she couldn’t run by him first?

…Forget it. He’d check for himself.

Ke Hua, meanwhile, was finally starting to calm down. His face was still red, but at least now he looked hopeful.

Good. His Little Ancestor did care about her career.

Talking business first—that’s how it should be!

He’d figured it out now: only he could manage her. Anyone else—man or woman—he couldn’t trust not to take advantage of her.

To put it simply—

He and Wu Tong had always been at odds.

Just last night, Wu Tong had used Sang Miaozhu to cozy up to President Lin. By this morning, the word was already out: Director Xu’s next costume drama Embroidered Uniform Journey had locked in Sang Miaozhu as the second female lead, and Shen Ruixuan as the third male lead.

To make things worse, Wu Tong had even had Sang Miaozhu drop a suggestion—she wanted the role of “Female Number 18” given to one of her new talents.

Didn’t ask for 17. Didn’t ask for 19. Just had to steal the one from Ke Hua’s hands.

That’s how it had always been with her.

Fuming, Ke Hua had pulled every string he could to figure out Director Xu’s lunch schedule. He planned to show up five minutes early and have Su Ci meet him in person.

Director Xu was a big name in the industry—someone whose opinion still carried weight.

There were a few roles in the new drama that Ke Hua felt were a perfect fit for Su Ci. If she met him in person, her chances would skyrocket. And if she got one of those roles?

She wouldn’t be just “Background Character 18” anymore.

Let’s see how mad that old hag gets then!

“Ancestor! Go wash up and change into something presentable—we’ve already made our declaration. This time, we’re going to go big!”

Su Ci took a quick battle shower. As she undressed, she noticed the butterfly bow on her bra strap—tied exactly the way she always did.

No one had touched it.

Men and their lying mouths.

While on the way to the restaurant where Director Xu would be having lunch, Su Ci saw a notification pop up on her phone.

[Jiang Yu: personal_data.pptx]

[Jiang Yu: For fairness, here’s mine.]

The file was over 300 slides long. Each page was sleek and concise—detailing everything, down to his chest, waist, and hip measurements… size, length, shape…

Each entry even had animated transitions.

[Jiang Yu: I looked into what you mentioned earlier. I found a few directors who are decent and not too sleazy. When are you free to meet them? Want me to go with you?]