Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 212

Reluctantly finishing her street food dinner, Sang Miaozhu wanted to stroll around the nearby pedestrian street.

But Shen Ruixuan said it was getting late and suggested they go straight to the hotel instead—shopping could wait for next time.

Sang Miaozhu took out her phone and called a ride anyway.

The driver was already en route when Shen Ruixuan stepped aside to answer a call. After hanging up, he suddenly changed his mind and said there was no rush to go to the hotel. He wanted to take a walk first.

Xunxi Lake Park was expansive and beautifully landscaped. At night, many couples brought their dogs out for walks, hand in hand, basking in the sweet atmosphere of romance.

The girls were either carrying bouquets or shopping bags. The guys held their girlfriends’ purses, arms linked like conjoined twins.

Sang Miaozhu also longed for a moment of intimacy, but Shen Ruixuan didn’t seem to get the hint. One hand stuffed in his pocket, he kept his eyes glued to his phone like he was waiting on something important.

She rose on tiptoe to sneak a peek. He instantly turned off the screen, the speed of his reaction like he was hiding a crime. His expression turned stern.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to see my phone, but even between couples, there should be basic trust.”

“You think I’ve been begging investors all day for myself? I’m doing this for us, so we can finally make it big.”

He unlocked the phone again and thrust it toward her. The screen showed messages with a certain President Wang, purely work-related.

Sang Miaozhu breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The uneasy feeling in her chest dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming wave of guilt—

She had wronged Ruixuan. Tonight, she would have to really make it up to him.

“Miss, here’s a bouquet for you!”

A middle-aged woman came up and, without asking, shoved a bunch of flowers into Sang Miaozhu’s arms. Out of reflex, she reached to take it—only for Shen Ruixuan to slap it to the ground with force.

“It costs money. It’s a scam. Tax on stupidity.”

“But she said it was a gift…” Sang Miaozhu mumbled, confused.

She’d seen other couples with flowers. Of course she wanted some too. But since her boyfriend hadn’t brought her any, she was too embarrassed to bring it up.

Shen Ruixuan shot her a look like she was an idiot.
“You really think that? The moment you accept it, she’s turning to me for money.”

His tone was scolding, no different than telling off a child. Sang Miaozhu felt wronged.

“Would it kill you to just pay a little for the flowers? Was that really necessary?”

Shen Ruixuan had no interest in arguing with a “crazy woman.”

Kill him? She had the nerve to talk about flowers?

He’d made her go see President Lin and beg him for the third male lead—she spent a whole night being used and came back empty-handed.

And now she wanted him to buy her flowers?

What, did she think he had some sort of cuckold kink?

And then she even had the gall to ask:

“So where’s that gift you said you got me?”

There was no gift. That was just something he blurted out earlier to placate her. But since she brought it up, he couldn’t very well refuse.

“Be good. Close your eyes.”

He pulled out a small paper packet from his pocket, unwrapped it, and fed her a round, chocolate-covered pill.

“Tastes good? It’s imported chocolate I had someone special buy. Haven’t even let myself eat one.”

Sang Miaozhu had seen clips online—some of the most authentic imported chocolates could cost dozens of yuan per piece.

It didn’t actually taste that great, kind of bland and medicinal. But it was the thought that counted. As she savored the faint bitterness, she sighed inwardly—imported chocolate really does hit different.

“It’s… good…!”

She was just about to say more when she spotted two familiar figures feeding fish not far away. Her heart leapt into her throat.

Dragging Shen Ruixuan behind the nearest fitness station, she ducked low. A nearby public restroom reeked from summer heat and fermentation.

“Miaozhu, what the hell?!”

She held a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Jiang Yu is over there. We better not get seen. If he locks onto us, we’re screwed.”

Shen Ruixuan perked up.
“Jiang Yu? That Jiang Yu? You mean the one from the Jiang Group…”

He quickly straightened his clothes and hair. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Despite Sang Miaozhu’s protests, he was determined to go say hello.

“Don’t! Do you think he’s some kind of savior? Let me be honest with you—he’s a fraud. A fake heir. Cozying up to him won’t get you anything!”

Shen Ruixuan looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

She was willing to sleep with someone like President Lin but had a problem with someone as rich and good-looking as Jiang Yu?

Bitch. Probably just wanted to keep Jiang Yu for herself and enjoy all the benefits alone.

But then, he saw the girl beside Jiang Yu—and his mood crashed.

That was Su Ci, the actress Ke Hua had just signed.

Everything clicked in an instant.

No wonder all those top directors chose to have lunch with Ke Hua today. Su Ci had clearly gotten close to Jiang Yu. And the reason Lin backed out earlier? Probably Jiang Yu’s doing.

So women really do level up fast when they climb the right ladder.

The lake glowed with neon lights. Even at night, the koi were visible, darting under the surface.

Jiang Yu casually tossed out fish food, but the fish kept swarming toward Su Ci, swirling like dancers, occasionally leaping from the water in competition.

Useless show-offs.

Su Ci pulled out her phone to take photos, only to see she had 5% battery left.

“Use mine.”

Jiang Yu handed her his phone. She hadn’t even asked for the password, but the screen lit up automatically. The lock screen was an abstract pic—her asleep in a very unflattering pose.

“When did you save my fingerprint?”

Jiang Yu raised a brow.
“You’re asking me? Weren’t you the drunk Cinderella crying and kicking me because I wouldn’t? You even threw a tantrum.”

“…You’re totally making this up.”

She had a sneaking suspicion he’d made up a lot of embarrassing stories about her behind her back.

“If I’m lying, may I be cursed to marry my wife in this lifetime.”

“…Excuse me?”

He leaned in, so close he almost kissed her cheek, a warm smile tugging at his lips.
“Feeling sorry for me? Then why don’t you add my fingerprint to your phone too?”

Saving his wife’s biometric data? Perfectly reasonable. Checking her phone? Now that required permission—one must respect his wife’s privacy.

From a distance, it looked like they were making out passionately.

Sang Miaozhu bit her lower lip, her grip on her boyfriend’s hand tightening. Her thoughts spun—

Didn’t they say Jiang Yu wasn’t into women? That he never touched her in their past life?

So why was he suddenly kissing Su Ci?

All that “not interested in women” stuff—clearly just an excuse.

What made Sang Miaozhu feel a little better was that, aside from a couple bags of cheap fish food, Su Ci wasn’t holding any flowers, gifts, or luxury items. Not much better than her.

From that perspective, Jiang Yu was treating Su Ci even worse than he had treated her in their past life. At least back then, she never lacked for money.

And if Jiang Yu was going to fall from grace soon, the higher Su Ci climbed with him, the harder she’d crash.

Sang Miaozhu couldn’t help but feel vindicated.

Thank god I didn’t choose him this time around.

She briefly considered warning Su Ci to stay away from Jiang Yu… but then remembered how Shen Ruixuan had looked at Su Ci earlier that day.

She decided against it. Let people live their own lives.

What if she went to “help,” and Su Ci ended up falling for her boyfriend instead? Not worth it.

Su Ci used the last of her phone battery to save Jiang Yu’s fingerprint and face scan. He also gave her his password—and they exchanged codes.

“So, when are we going to the hotel?”

The man clearly hadn’t expected her to bring it up. His ears turned pink as he coughed and looked away, feigning restraint.

“What, can’t wait?”

“Jiang Yu, it’s ten o’clock. If we’re not going to a hotel, were you planning to sleep by the lake? The mosquitoes in a five-mile radius will thank you for your generous blood donation.”

Jiang Yu chuckled lowly.
“Jealous of the mosquitoes now?”

Su Ci rarely lost her patience like this.

But this time, she had.

“Narcissist.”

“Thank you for the compliment, my little princess,” he said as he slid an arm around her waist, fully accepting the title.
“You didn’t seem to mind when you wanted to sleep with me.”

He came to a conclusion:

“You’re all talk. You do like my type.”