Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 213

Shen Ruixuan had booked a room at a five-star hotel.

Sang Miaozhu never would’ve dreamed that he’d be willing to spend this much money on her. Whatever unpleasantness they’d had earlier instantly vanished.

Especially when the elevator doors opened and the couple who entered before them turned out to be Jiang Yu and Su Ci. That alone made Sang Miaozhu feel much better.

So what if Su Ci had latched onto Jiang Yu?

She still couldn’t catch up to her.

In this life, Sang Miaozhu genuinely didn’t envy whoever had taken her place. Climbing up the high branch that was Jiang Yu would only mean a bigger fall—and the landing would be ugly.

As soon as Shen Ruixuan unlocked the door with the key card, he pounced on her like a starving beast, kissing and groping her before he even remembered to insert the card to turn on the electricity.

In the pitch-black room, the two tangled together, undressing as they kissed.

Sang Miaozhu felt herself growing hotter and hotter.

At the same time, she felt a surge of pride in her own desirability. With her looks and body, making men fall at her feet was practically effortless.

Suddenly, her vision darkened—Shen Ruixuan had pulled out an eye mask from who-knows-where and slipped it over her head, completely cutting off her sight.

His deep, husky voice whispered in her ear.

“Miaozhu, we’ve been together for so long. Want to try something new tonight? No matter what I do to you later, don’t make a sound, okay?”

“And what if I do make a sound?”

“Then I’ll just go harder. Won’t show you any mercy.”

His words made her whole body burn. She melted into his arms, voice soft and coy:

“Ruixuan, what’s gotten into you? You’re so bad!”

…

“Wait, let me order takeout.”

Su Ci pushed the man off her, gently but firmly, and grabbed her phone from her bag. She plugged it in and opened the familiar yellow food delivery app.

Jiang Yu glanced down at his wrinkled shirt, several buttons at the collar yanked off, belt half-pulled from its loops. His silk tie had long since been untied, now wrapped around her wrist like a decorative bow—the end still clutched in her hand, as if she were holding him by the leash.

And now she was leaving him high and dry, saying she’d order takeout before finishing him off.

“You hold a grudge, huh, bad princess? Or did you really not eat enough at dinner?”

Jiang Yu sprawled on the sofa, his long legs stretched out, completely unbothered.

Su Ci grabbed the tie and pulled his hands above his head, forcing him into a tense, arched posture.

“You think this is a joke, President Jiang? You sent the money, gave me flowers, paid for dinner, and now you want to go home in the middle of the night? You think that’s appropriate?”

His throat bobbed slightly. After a pause, he raised his brows and let out a dry chuckle.

“Cinderella, don’t you think this is backwards? I paid the bill, sent the flowers, bought dinner—and I’m the one getting pinned down?”

Jiang Yu wasn’t the kind of man to rush into things just because of lust.

Back when she got drunk, he hadn’t done a thing to her. All his pestering afterward, demanding she “take responsibility,” was just a way to keep her from turning down his advances or pulling away.

Assistant Fang had also looked into it. Su Ci’s rental apartment didn’t have good security, so he figured he’d bring her to a hotel to stay until her new place was ready.

He was going to say goodbye tonight—until she dragged him into the room. He didn’t object, just casually said she was a big girl and could sleep alone. But that seemed to provoke her, and now she had him tied up and ready to be “handled.”

Of course, Jiang Yu wasn’t shallow. And he wasn’t stingy either. If the girl he liked wanted to sleep with him, then so be it.

Only… just when things were heating up, his princess decided she needed takeout.

Panting from the frustration, Jiang Yu finally understood: teasing a man without following through was, in fact, morally questionable. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him earlier.

Cinderella liked his body. He liked Cinderella.

What was there to be shy about?

Having figured that out, Jiang Yu didn’t hesitate—he tilted his head up and kissed her deeply.

And right then… the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get the food. You go wash your hands.”

He could wait a few minutes. Girls needed energy for what came next, after all—

Ahem.

Su Ci raised an eyebrow. “You’re not eating?”

“You’re eating takeout. I’m eating you.”

Two minutes later, Jiang Yu returned with the takeout in a brown paper bag. He stared at the rectangular boxes inside and fell into deep reflection.

“This is what you ordered?”

Su Ci shrugged innocently.
“Wanna try some? I wanted to sample a few different flavors—ah!”

He’d somehow wriggled out of the tie. Before she could finish speaking, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. His muscular body followed, hovering above hers.

“Let’s see if a 26-year-old man can perform or not.”

…

Su Ci ended up staying in the hotel for two and a half days.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

Thankfully, Jiang Yu wasn’t a total beast. He gave her time to rest and recover.

When Assistant Fang dropped off his laptop and documents, he didn’t even get a glass of water. A cleaning lady came by to ask if the room needed tidying, but Jiang Yu turned her away too.

The place was a disaster. He was too embarrassed to let anyone else see it, so he cleaned it himself, tying off the trash bags and hauling them downstairs.

To be fair, as a pampered CEO, there were plenty of things Jiang Yu had no clue how to do. But he could use a smartphone, so he was learning quickly.

And had zero shame.

One morning, Su Ci slowly blinked awake to find Jiang Yu sitting seriously at the computer, reading up on side effects of various contraceptives.

The previous tab on the browser?

“Why do condoms break? Is it a manufacturing defect or user error? Can I report the company for endangerment? Do they make custom sizes?”

He was surrounded by different types of emergency contraceptives.

Su Ci glanced over and spotted the discarded one he’d washed clean and was now examining, flipping it over with a murderous glint in his eyes.

Her face burned with embarrassment.

Jiang Yu quickly closed the laptop and pulled her into his arms, stroking her flat stomach gently.

“I’m sorry. My fault. Maybe it’s already been two hours… do you want to get rid of our little princess?”

“…What?”

He was already imagining that he’d hit the mark on the first try, and that the baby was a little princess.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

With a calm expression, Su Ci took one of the pills.

Jiang Yu held his breath in panic.

“Does your stomach hurt? Are you feeling off? Should we go to the hospital—”

“Seriously, it’s not that dramatic.”

“Really? You’re not lying to me?”

Still in a frenzy, he clung to her tightly.
“Wait… my leg feels hot.”

He picked her up and reached down to check.

“…Blood! You’re bleeding!”

Without another word, he scooped her into his arms and bolted for the door.

“Don’t be scared. We’ll go to the hospital right now. It’s going to be okay, everything’s fine… Fine, my ass! How can a miscarriage be fine? I’m such an idiot!”

While shoving her shoes on her feet, he slapped himself—twice—across the face.

Su Ci didn’t even know what to say. She sighed and grabbed his hand to stop him.

“It’s just my period. Normal. No little princess showed up. You can relax now.”