Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 211

Acting on orders from upper management, the company assigned Ke Hua a private office that same day, along with a highly capable assistant.
Under the pretense of “loving the house and its crow,” Su Ci also received her own exclusive lounge and a personal lifestyle assistant/stylist named Youyou.

After meeting her new assistants, Su Ci called her notoriously meticulous sugar daddy to thank him.

The call barely rang before it was picked up.

Instant connection.

The man’s warm and mellow voice sounded slightly distant.
“Meeting’s paused.”

Then came the soft sound of footsteps and a door opening.

Once he found a quiet spot, Jiang Yu chuckled as he teased:
“It’s only been a few hours. You miss me already?”

“…A little. I was just wondering how much money you blew, and how deep in debt I am now.”

“Talking about debts will only hurt our relationship. It’s not that much—just about two hundred million. Let’s say once a day, Cinderella only needs to keep me company for the next forty-two years. But…”

He deliberately drew out the end of the sentence, his voice dropping to a sultry rumble.

“Once a day… absolutely won’t cut it.”

Even through the phone, her ears started to burn.

Su Ci didn’t fall for the sly businessman’s trap.
“That’s not how it works. Jiang Group had plans to enter the entertainment industry anyway. The money you’re spending on me right now? Let’s call it a commercial investment.”

An investment could turn a profit—or a loss.

Who’s to say she wouldn’t bring in even more returns once her dramas and films hit the screens?

“When the time comes, who’s keeping who might still be up for debate. Just don’t blame me if you can’t keep up, President Jiang.”

Jiang Yu was thoroughly amused by her teasing.

“So clever now? Amazing. You bullied me like that even when I wasn’t around. If I were actually there, wouldn’t you be stepping on me with heels and whipping me for fun…”

“And as for ‘keeping up’—haven’t you already experienced it firsthand? Forgotten that quickly? Are you trying to hint I should give you regular refreshers?”

Su Ci denied it.
“…No.”

And then she quietly placed an order for a small whip.

Give it thirty years. When Jiang Yu was down and out, she’d lock him in a hotel room and finally get her turn playing sugar mama.

Jiang Yu chuckled lowly.
“Still pretending.”

“You clearly wanted me that night—got drunk and snuck into my room. Now you’re playing coy? It’s not like I won’t sleep with you. Hell, I’ll even log it like an invoice.”

Su Ci: “…”

“No money. Hanging up.”

【Jiang Yu: Want me to give you a discount?】
【Jiang Yu: 12,000】
【Jiang Yu: 10,000】
【Jiang Yu: 7,000】
【Jiang Yu: Talk to me. I’ll even pay you.】
【Jiang Yu: Transferred 100,000】

…

After getting rejected coldly by Director Xu, Wu Tong and her group looked utterly crushed.

The more she thought about how those famous directors had lunch with Ke Hua and Su Ci, the more bitter Wu Tong felt.

Could Ke Hua really have secured some top-notch scripts?

Shen Ruixuan was there too. She messaged Sang Miaozhu, urging her to get in touch with President Lin. Sang Miaozhu slipped away to the bathroom to make the call.

“Hello? President Lin, it’s me, Miaozhu. Director Xu won’t acknowledge the deal you made with me last night for the female lead…”

Just hearing her voice pissed Lin Zhibo off.

Since morning, his company’s funding chain had snapped, stocks were plummeting, and he’d been running himself ragged trying to save the situation—hadn’t even had time for water.

And it was all because of her—Sang Miaozhu and her greedy little agent. Insatiable and clueless, they messed with someone they should never have crossed.

She had the nerve to question him?

“Get the hell outta here! You think you’re someone now? Fighting over an extra role like your life depends on it? Freakin’ jinx!”

After yelling at her, Lin Zhibo hung up, blocked her, and went back to begging his connections, hoping to salvage what was left of his company.

Sang Miaozhu sat frozen on the toilet seat, tears streaming down uncontrollably as scenes from last night’s disgusting ordeal played over and over in her mind.

She’d been used and tossed aside.

Her body still ached from the old man’s abuse. No resources, no role—she’d lost everything, and her dignity.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

When she walked out of the restroom and told Wu Tong what happened, she got slapped across the face.

“What the hell were you thinking? Lin Zong has a great temper, and you managed to piss him off? Tell me, is there anything you’re actually capable of?”

Sang Miaozhu snapped back:
“Wu-jie, President Lin said it was you who tried to fight over that minor role and pissed off his competitor—”

“Smack!”

Another slap across the face.

“Still got the nerve to talk back? If I didn’t hustle to get us resources, how would you two nobodies even get close to Lin Zong? And now you want to blame me?”

Holding her stinging, swollen cheek, Sang Miaozhu turned to Shen Ruixuan, who had just come back from a smoke, seeking comfort.

Of course, she left out the part about sleeping with Lin Zhibo. Instead, she made up some excuse about his business being in trouble and him backing out of the deal.

Shen Ruixuan’s face turned dark. Without a word, he distanced himself from her and stood by Wu Tong’s side.

“Miaozhu, this really was your fault.”

“Wu-jie told you to talk to Lin Zong, and you still managed to piss him off? I had a shot at landing that male lead. Now it’s all gone.”

“Wu-jie did this for our good. You should apologize. If you do, I’ll let it slide this time. Tonight, I’ll even take you out on a date.”

Sang Miaozhu was seething, but Shen Ruixuan had already handed her a way out. She had no choice but to swallow her pride and apologize.

One day, when he won Best Actor, she’d make him pay for this.

Besides, they hadn’t gone on a date in a while. After the trashy night with Lin Zhibo, she desperately needed her boyfriend’s affection to feel whole again.

…

【Jiang Yu: Transferred 91,000】
【Jiang Yu: Fine, let’s say I initiated it. One night not enough? I’ll top it up. Don’t just leave me on read, okay?】

Director Cai’s teen idol drama was adapted from the hit novel Reference the Answer. It already had a huge fanbase and had trended multiple times even before production began.

Su Ci was reading the novel in her lounge when Jiang Yu’s message barrage lit up her phone. It was already nearly five in the afternoon.

Entertainment companies usually didn’t require mandatory clock-ins. Agents and assistants were always on the move, and artists didn’t need to report back to HQ every day.

After packing her things, Su Ci told Ke Hua she was leaving, then put on her mask and hat and took the elevator down.

【SC: Refund the difference?】

Ninety-one grand for one encounter? Especially when she’d been ambushed into it—eight times in one night was pushing it.

She was a little worried about his health. They say after twenty-five, men might as well be sixty-five. Jiang Yu was twenty-six.

【Jiang Yu: I’ll only short you, not overpay. I’ll make it up to you.】

【Jiang Yu: Where are you headed? I’m on my way.】

A sleek, low-key van was parked roadside.

The rear window rolled down, revealing Jiang Yu’s handsome, commanding face. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was a top-tier celebrity shooting a drama.

Su Ci walked over quickly.

His assistant, Fang, took her bag and opened the door on the other side with practiced ease and respectful deference.

“Miss Su, please.”

“Thanks.”

Once inside, Su Ci noticed a massive bouquet of flowers. The pink-and-purple tones were dreamy and romantic, softening the sharp lines of Jiang Yu’s face and adding a touch of gentle charm.

“Why’d you bring flowers?”

“It’s tradition. Basic courtesy when meeting Cinderella.”

Su Ci had no idea he’d tripped over his own “glass slipper” for her. She just thought: Men will be boys. Even billionaire CEOs aren’t immune.

Jiang Yu had made a reservation at a Huaiyang restaurant known for light flavors. The manager greeted him respectfully and presented the menu.

Though he kept his head bowed, his eyes kept darting to Su Ci. He couldn’t help but recite a familiar line in his head—

Never seen President Jiang bring a girl here before.

Especially not one this gorgeous. Once she took off her mask, it was like a star had walked in. His K-pop-fan daughter would call her a “3D-modeled goddess.”

Jiang Yu handed her the menu, then poured her a cup of tea with effortless grace. His upbringing was evident in every move.

“Sorry, I’m not sure what you like. I picked this place for the light menu—it’s better for your health and figure. If there’s anything you don’t eat, just let them know.”

Looking at the menu, where every dish cost over a thousand, Su Ci quietly sighed and circled two items.

“I’m not picky. I’ll eat anything. No dietary restrictions.”

In the original timeline, Jiang Yu would soon be revealed as not the Jiang family’s biological son. That was still a year or two off.

He was one of the rare male leads with a relatively sane personality. Su Ci had read up to the part where he got kicked out, then stopped.

After all, she was here now. She wouldn’t let him end up homeless—at worst, he’d be her kept man. Trade in the CEO badge for an apron and become her full-time househusband.

Jiang Yu noticed she only picked the cheapest dish and soup on the menu and chuckled.

“What, worried you’ll bankrupt me?”

Other people latched onto sugar daddies to squeeze them dry. But this one? Flowers too pricey. Food too wasteful.

And they weren’t even official yet.

He was starting to wonder if she really saw herself as a frugal little Cinderella.

Couldn’t let her make him look like a stingy sugar daddy.

Su Ci shook her head lightly.
“Wastefulness is shameful. Only order what you can eat. I’m starting a new shoot next week—I need to manage my figure.”

It was getting hot. She didn’t have much of an appetite, and even the finest cuisine couldn’t change that.

Jiang Yu closed the menu and turned to the manager.
“Bring out one of every signature dish. Make them small portions. And for the mung bean soup, go easy on the sugar.”

Regardless of size, the price stayed the same. When she realized this meal was going to cost thirty grand, Su Ci couldn’t help but mentally call him a spendthrift.

When you had money, thirty grand meant nothing. But when you didn’t—even three hundred felt like a luxury.

Yet Jiang Yu had no idea that he’d soon be kicked out of the Jiang family and left with nothing.

The investment and company acquisitions had been funded through Jiang Group accounts. But dinners and shopping? That was all Jiang Yu’s personal money.

Plot constraints meant Su Ci couldn’t warn him outright, and even her subtle hints for frugality seemed to provoke him into doing the opposite.

Such rebellion.

Once the food arrived, Su Ci was full after just a few bites. But thinking about the thirty grand price tag, she forced herself to eat a few more mouthfuls.

Jiang Yu ate with elegance and speed. When she put down her chopsticks, he polished off everything she left.

“You’re right. Wastefulness is shameful. Cinderella, I cleaned my plate. Do I get a prize?”

Su Ci pushed the mung bean soup over.
“Finish this, too.”

“Trying to stuff me to death? Even competitive eaters don’t suffer like this.”

Though he joked, Jiang Yu still drank every last drop, then wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Burp… I’m stuffed. Prize me with a walk, will you?”

He leaned back and burped ungracefully, his long fingers rubbing at his belly.

There was no gut to rub—but the motion made his shirt cling to his abs, outlining them perfectly.

Completely unintentional. Totally devastating.

He wanted to take her shopping in the nearby luxury stores, but Su Ci quickly blocked him.

“Let’s go to the park instead. The lakeside breeze is nice—and I heard you can feed goldfish there.”

Jiang Yu was utterly baffled. It was the first time in his life that money wasn’t working.

And the first time he actually wanted to court a girl properly—pour everything he had into her.

But she didn’t seem to care.

Didn’t matter if she rejected his money. As long as she didn’t reject him.

They strolled side by side along the lakeside path. The evening breeze carried the scent of summer grass and the chirping of cicadas. With the person he liked at his side, it was peaceful and perfect.

Jiang Yu glanced at their hands—his right hand holding his left.

That’s right. He was holding his own damn hand. Pathetic.

After a while, Su Ci noticed his awkward stance.

“What’s wrong? Ate too much? Want me to buy you some antacids from the convenience store?”

Jiang Yu looked mournfully at the nearby couples.

“Ate too much alright… too much dog food.”

His eyes flicked to the bag of fish food she was holding. Blacklisted fish, permanently.

He was going to have his assistant throw out the ones in his office the moment he got back.

Su Ci switched hands, then held her left one out to him, palm up. Under the streetlamp, her hair shimmered like sunlight.

“Here. Take my hand.”

Holding his long-desired wife’s hand at last, Jiang Yu finally felt content. So this was the lowly life of a sugar daddy.

They met in secret. They couldn’t go public. And he wasn’t even allowed to spend money on her.

But it was okay. He could wait.