Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 21

In her final year of university, under the pressure of her parents, financial struggles, mental health issues, and frequent absences from class, An Kefan had no choice but to drop out and start working at a factory.

Inside the loud, buzzing assembly plant, her once lofty academic knowledge was completely useless. Each day passed like she was a hollow shell, barely alive.

The factory dormitory was even more cramped than her university one. The street-smart women she lived with often mocked her education, sneering that even a Jing University student had ended up screwing bolts for a living.

Whenever the torment of this life nearly drove her mad, An Kefan would think back to her previous life—to the days when she lived in luxury at the estate.

She realized then that the scariest thing in life wasn’t being imprisoned by Qi Du.

What was truly terrifying… was that she could no longer empathize with her former self.

Eventually, An Kefan came to understand: even in her past life, even if Qi Du had never appeared, she would never have had real freedom.

Maybe she would have gotten a job at some hospital after graduation, only to hand over her salary to her parents every month. Then, once she reached a certain age, she’d be married off by them.

Of course, the bride price wouldn’t go to her. It would be used to buy a house and find a wife for An Guangyao.

Lately, her parents had started pressuring her to get married again, saying they’d found her a great match—a man who was willing to offer a bride price of 100,000 yuan and a brand-new compact car.

An Kefan had thought about doing what Su Ci once did: calling the police, having her parents arrested, just to stop them from endlessly harassing and exploiting her.

But they were her birth parents. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

And money—if she didn’t wire it to them on time every month, they would show up at the factory and cause a scene, making sure everyone knew and labeled her an ungrateful, heartless daughter.

This time, An Kefan didn’t want to give in.

She’d lived again. She had finally broken free from Qi Du. She should be happy. She should be finding a boyfriend a thousand—no, ten thousand times better than Qi Du.

An Kefan forced herself to laugh, so hard her cheeks ached and stiffened—but all she felt was the warmth of tears soaking her hands.

There would never be anyone better than Qi Du.

No one else would drive a different supercar every day just to pick her up and drop her off at work.

No one else would dress up as a delivery boy and stake out her dorm, just for a chance to see her during a fight.

No one else would present the rarest treasures in the world to her with both hands, letting her choose at will.

No one else… would commit suicide just to donate their organs to her.

An Kefan only realized it after seeing news articles about Qi Du and Su Ci in the finance section—that the agony she had once considered unbearable… looked so sweet when it belonged to someone else.

So Qi Du had loved her after all.

He just expressed love differently from everyone else.

And now, An Kefan regretted everything.

She had loved Qi Du too. She shouldn’t have signed that agreement to exchange fates. She shouldn’t have handed over such a good man to someone else.

But the person she gave him to… was Su Ci.

The very girl who made her feel ashamed and unworthy just by existing.

An Kefan never dared to disrupt Su Ci’s life. She only watched from the shadows, silently observing their happiness.

There were lots of guys at the factory who were good at gaming.

Soon after, An Kefan got swept up in an intense online romance with one of them, someone she met through a game.

When they finally arranged to meet in person, she learned his real name—and was shocked to discover he was the same guy from her last life.

The same one Qi Du had broken up for her.

Maybe… this was fate.

On the day they met, An Kefan used a full set of makeup she’d bought for just over ten yuan. She put on one of her only skirts and went to the date with hope in her heart—

At a dingy roadside diner near the factory.

The kind with actual flies crawling everywhere.

The disappointment hit her hard.

She couldn’t understand how someone who played handsome heroes in games could be so ugly in real life—short, fat, covered in wrinkles, and reeking of cigarettes and alcohol.

Still, thinking of his decent in-game skills, An Kefan didn’t flip out. She forced herself to choke down a 15-yuan all-you-can-eat buffet.

After the meal, the man said he wanted to take her on a date.

Instead, he brought her to a cheap hotel and rented an hourly room.

“Just for a nap,” he said.

An Kefan had just come off a night shift and was indeed exhausted, so she let her guard down and went in with him.

So of course, the man followed.

An Kefan felt so wronged she wanted to cry. It was her first time, in a musty, mildew-scented motel, with a man she didn’t even like. It lasted less than three minutes.

She used to think Qi Du was the worst kind of man.

But no matter how bad he was, he had never forced her into this.

Other than being overly possessive—refusing to let her interact with other men, women, or even animals—he had been totally fine with a platonic relationship and marriage.

So much so that An Kefan had no idea a man’s idea of “hugging” could mean = kissing = touching = sex = marriage and kids.

Lying on that stained bed, wiping her tears, she remembered how Qi Du had warned her last life that this guy just wanted to sleep with her—and yet she hadn’t believed him.

To be fair, the man wasn’t entirely irresponsible. He said he planned to get legally married to her in a few months.

An Kefan asked, “What about a wedding? A dress? A banquet? Are we just signing the papers?”

The man paused for a moment, then helplessly replied, “It’s hard enough just earning a living. No need for all that extra fluff—it’s just a waste of money. We’ll just invite the relatives for a meal, and that’s it.”

An Kefan nearly broke down.

The wedding she had once dreaded, even refused to attend, had become in this life an unattainable luxury.

And worse was yet to come.

Two months later, negotiations over the bride price fell apart.

The man had agreed to the same offer her parents’ matchmaker had mentioned—100,000 yuan and a car.

But once he heard that the bride price was for An Guangyao to buy a house and that the car would also go to him, the man dumped An Kefan without hesitation—and blocked her on everything.

An Kefan finally understood what Xu Tao must have felt when he was blocked. She’d gotten the freedom she’d always dreamed of—yet life now was harder, more painful than ever.

Later, after bouncing around various jobs, she finally managed to land a position at the Qi Corporation.

Even if it was just serving tea in the pantry for the high-earning elites, it was something.

During a break, An Kefan brewed a cup of jasmine tea and brought it to the CEO’s office.

She remembered how much Mrs. Qi loved this tea—and how, in the past, she had cut down Mrs. Qi’s hand-tended jasmine garden out of spite over a necklace she didn’t even like.

But when she pushed open the door, it wasn’t Mrs. Qi behind the desk.

It was someone she never expected to see.

Su Ci.

Their lives had started out so similar… yet taken such drastically different paths.

Watching this elegant woman effortlessly handle contracts worth tens of millions, An Kefan suddenly understood—and quickly backed out of the office.

The freedom she had longed for… wasn’t just the freedom to spend money as she pleased. It was the freedom to swipe a card without blinking. To shop Chanel one day and Hermès the next. The freedom to take, not to give.

But An Kefan had never been someone content with mediocrity.

The tragedy was, she realized it far too late.

By the time she woke up… the one person who had once indulged her without limit was already gone.

And for the rest of her days, she lived in quiet regret.

A life of shadows, with no light in sight.