Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 209

The very first thing Sang Miaozhu did when she returned to her hotel room—

Was dash straight into the bathroom for a shower.

She used up almost the entire leftover bottles of body wash and shampoo, yet still felt grimy and disgusting. Her skin crawled with discomfort.

Last night, President Lin had indeed been waiting in her room.

But the moment she swiped the keycard and opened the door, she regretted it.

President Lin was old, a heavy smoker and drinker. His sagging skin, greasy face, balding head… he had every “worst” trait imaginable—except being poor.

And he had a wife and family, too.

The moment Sang Miaozhu saw that old, wrinkled face, she felt physically ill.

Her boyfriend, Shen Ruixuan, might not be an A-lister, but his looks were comparable to second-tier actors. His body was even better. With a man like that by her side, President Lin was nothing short of revolting.

“I’m sorry, President Lin. I came to the wrong room.”

She turned to leave immediately—but of course it wasn’t going to be that easy.

Despite his flabby figure, the man was surprisingly strong. He dragged her into the bedroom and started pawing at her, flashing a mouthful of yellowed teeth as he kissed and groped her.

Mentally, Sang Miaozhu was utterly repulsed. But her body was weak, limp, and strangely feverish, her blood growing hotter by the second—until she began to respond to his touch.

She didn’t understand why she was so desperate, so hungry.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

President Lin was the textbook definition of ugly, kinky, and filthy rich.

Spending the night in his room had felt like losing pieces of her soul.

The indescribable stench of his breath, his pathetically small and soft appendage, his freakish and perverse desires… Sang Miaozhu couldn’t stand it. She wanted to scrub her skin off entirely.

Still, when she thought about Director Xu’s upcoming historical drama—how she’d landed the second female lead and her boyfriend got the third male lead—it made things feel just a little more bearable.

At least it was better than being with that fake CEO, Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu had not only demanded she cut ties with Shen Ruixuan and sabotage his career, but also forbade her from flirting or dating publicly. He’d ruined her.

What made it worse was that, despite all her effort to cozy up to him, Jiang Yu never even touched her. She’d practically spent her best years as a living widow.

Thank God she had chosen President Lin in the end.

Honestly… last night, she did feel some pleasure.

Shen Ruixuan still didn’t know what had happened. Wu-jie had told him she’d secured resources through her own effort. That made Sang Miaozhu feel an odd mix of shame…

And a twisted kind of thrill.

She was determined to make it big on her own terms. She and Shen Ruixuan would rise together, dazzling atop the industry’s grandest stage as the golden couple of showbiz.

[SC: No time like the present—I’m free today. Thank you for thinking of me, President Jiang.]

It was perfect timing, since she was already planning to meet Director Xu for lunch. Two birds, one stone.

But Jiang Yu only furrowed his brow and typed a completely unrelated response.

[Jiang Yu: Did WeChat eat my last message?]

[SC: Huh? No, I got it.]

[Jiang Yu: So when I asked if you wanted me to come with you, did your app glitch or did you just… selectively ignore me? What am I to you, a transparent ghost?]

[SC: No need to trouble you over something this minor. My agent, Hua-ge, will help with the contract negotiations. bows]

His face, reflected on the screen, darkened with a slow, sinister smile.

[Jiang Yu: Don’t thank me. I’m putting it on your tab.]

[Jiang Yu: Send me the location. I’ll have someone reserve the restaurant and a private room. Since I’m the one funding it, feel free to make requests.]

[SC: How much are we talking?]

[Jiang Yu: Two hundred grand per director. I’ve set up meetings with five. Do the math and figure out how you plan to pay me back. If you’re lucky, I’ll round the number down.]

The man’s tone was dead serious, like he was discussing a multi-million dollar business deal.

Seventy percent seriousness, thirty percent derangement.

At this point, there was no reason to act coy. The sugar daddy was clearly loaded, and Su Ci didn’t see any point in pretending anymore. She sent him the location where she’d be meeting Director Xu.

Because neither of them had much success lately, and money was tight, Su Ci and Ke Hua didn’t have an assistant. Things like driving and scheduling—they handled themselves.

Just as Ke Hua parked in the underground garage, he got a call. It was Director Xu’s assistant, letting him know that the director had a scheduling conflict today.

Ke Hua hung up, his heart sinking halfway to the floor.

He hesitated, clearly struggling.

“Ancestor, slight change of plans… Director Xu said he’s busy today. Maybe we should just go back…”

Before he could finish, a nearby nanny van pulled up. Out stepped Wu Tong, Sang Miaozhu, and Shen Ruixuan. All three looked over with condescending sneers.

“Director Xu is a very busy man,” Wu Tong said coldly. “He doesn’t have time to meet with irrelevant nobodies. His precious schedule is reserved for Miaozhu and Ruixuan.”

When she saw Su Ci, she beamed.

“But hey, we’re from the same company. Why not come along with me, little Su? You could use the experience.”

Say what you will about Ke Hua’s abilities, he did have a good eye—especially this time. This newcomer had breakout potential written all over her.

Wu Tong’s desire to steal her had never been stronger.

Watching her own manager repeatedly try to impress someone else—especially when she’d sacrificed so much to get here—made Sang Miaozhu feel unbearably bitter.

The girl was too beautiful. Her looks were sharp and arresting, yet her aura was calm and elegant, reserved and proud—a stunning balance that drew the eye again and again.

If they weren’t both in the industry, Sang Miaozhu might have fallen for her herself.

But in this line of work, they were destined to be rivals. This actress named Su Ci was setting off all her alarm bells.

Especially when she noticed Shen Ruixuan couldn’t stop staring at her.

Green with jealousy, Sang Miaozhu stepped forward and clung to Shen Ruixuan’s arm, practically pressing half her body against him to force his gaze back.

“What are you doing?”

Shen Ruixuan’s face turned cold. He pulled his arm away, a flicker of disgust flashing through his eyes.

Wu Tong snapped out of it and hissed, “We’re in public—what are you thinking, clinging to each other like that? You want the paparazzi to get pictures?”

Sang Miaozhu reluctantly stepped back.

Ever since she started working with Wu-jie, her physical interactions with Shen Ruixuan had become rare. No flirting allowed onscreen, and barely any affection offscreen.

She knew Wu-jie had her best interests at heart, but still felt resentful. He was her boyfriend, not some boy-band idol. What was wrong with a little hand-holding?

While she was sulking, Su Ci and Ke Hua had already walked off without so much as a glance. The elevator doors closed in front of them. They’d have to wait for the next one.

“Ancestor, if Director Xu’s not seeing us anymore, are we really still going up there to eat? It’s like… several thousand per person! Our combined paychecks couldn’t cover that bill!”

Su Ci scanned the venue layout, then headed calmly toward the fourth floor.

“If Xu won’t see us, the other directors will.”

Ke Hua was completely lost, scurrying behind her like some wide-eyed country bumpkin on his first trip to the big city.

Ten minutes later—

A concierge, all smiles and reverence, personally escorted them to a private room. Ke Hua’s knees practically gave out.

He slapped himself—twice, hard.

“What the hell—am I dreaming?!”

Director Ma, Director Song, Director Cai, Director Yao… and Director Xu?!

Several top-tier directors with solid reputations were already seated and waiting. When Su Ci entered, they all stood up politely and scrambled to shake her hand.

“Miss Su, a pleasure.”

“Thank goodness President Jiang introduced us. I would’ve regretted missing this opportunity for the rest of my life.”

“Miss Su, you’re a natural talent—made for the screen. Why haven’t you auditioned for one of my shows?”

“So you’re the one President Jiang recommended! That puts my mind at ease. I look forward to working together again—”

At that comment, the other directors glanced over sharply. Again?

Had they worked together before?

Did that mean she already had a head start?

Ke Hua was still putting the pieces together—but that didn’t stop him from seizing the moment. When Director Xu stepped forward to shake his hand, Ke Hua smacked it away.

“Didn’t you just say you were too busy to see my artist today, Director Xu? And now you suddenly have time?”

You two-faced old fart!

You stood them up just moments ago, and now you’re cozying up to his Little Ancestor like nothing happened? What, did you think he was made of clay—moldable and spineless?

Well guess what? The tables have turned.

Now they get to pick their director.