Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 215

Because her period had arrived, Su Ci’s schedule to join the film crew was delayed another week. Jiang Yu personally requested leave for her from Ke Hua’s team so she could rest properly at home.

She had barely been back for two hours, lounging in the AC and reading ten chapters of her novel, when someone knocked at the door. Her phone lit up with a new message:

[Jiang Yu: Open sesame. The little dwarf is here to help the princess move. Is the princess home? If received, press 1. This service cannot be unsubscribed.]

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Wearing slippers, Su Ci padded over and checked through the peephole. Only after confirming it was really Jiang Yu did she open the door.

“Good afternoon. I hope I’m not interrupting your rest.”

Jiang Yu gave her a polite bow, like a proper gentleman.

In his left hand, which he had hidden behind his back, was a bouquet of red roses. His smile was modest and restrained, his demeanor calm and composed, lashes lowered as warmth and tenderness flickered in his eyes.

In that moment, with his poised movements and gentlemanly air, he looked exactly like a prince.

Standing barely half a meter away, Su Ci had to look up at him once he straightened.

She reached out and took the vibrant bouquet. A sweet, mellow fragrance wafted toward her, subtle and enveloping—just like the man’s gentle, attentive gaze.

“It’s hot outside. Come in, you five-foot-eleven dwarf.”

Jiang Yu chuckled softly and followed her inside. Knowing they’d be going in and out for the move, he didn’t bother changing shoes and quietly locked the door behind him.

Su Ci glanced curiously behind him.

“I thought we were moving? You came by yourself?”

“Ah, clearly you don’t know. Fun fact: one single Gourd Little King Kong is better than seven dwarfs. I’ve got this. It’s just a few boxes.”

For a woman living alone, letting a group of random movers in wasn’t exactly ideal—especially while she was on her period and physically vulnerable. It just wasn’t safe.

Also, Jiang Yu had mild OCD. He hated people touching his things.

That, of course, extended to the princess’s belongings too.

“You go rest and relax. Cover your legs with a blanket—don’t let your stomach catch cold. I’ll pack up your stuff and load the car, then come get you when it’s time to head down.”

Su Ci placed the bouquet into a glass vase. The flowers from a few days ago had already begun to wilt, but Jiang Yu had brought her fresh ones to replace them. Just looking at them lifted her mood.

…

Downstairs, Assistant Fang was sitting in the car, on the phone with a coworker while handling some remote work.

His boss had dragged him over to help with the move, only to abandon him in the car and head up alone—strictly instructing him not to come upstairs and make a mess.

To be honest, Fang had serious doubts. Could a man who’d never even boiled water get anything done after just two hours of moving “research”? Would he end up wrecking Su Ci’s place?

The building was old and rundown, with no elevator, and the stairwell was dark and narrow.

And yet, the boss had Su Ci moving out but still went and bought her rental unit. What was the point?

Unless… he was planning to wait until she became famous and then resell it as a “former celebrity residence” for a fortune?

Fang thought he had decent business acumen—but compared to the boss, he was still miles behind.

Take yesterday, for example. At the crack of dawn, Jiang Yu suddenly called and told him to run a market analysis—said the Jiang Corporation was planning to enter the contraceptive industry.

Fang couldn’t figure it out. A high-end, elegant brand like the Jiang Group suddenly getting all down-to-earth? It was… weird.

Later that night, Fang told his wife about it. The two of them spent an hour analyzing the “strictly professional” announcement, only to reach a jaw-dropping conclusion: their boss had encountered a defective product.

No wonder he had sent Fang to buy so many types of emergency contraception yesterday.

As a loyal and considerate assistant, Fang even discreetly suggested an alternative—“If you don’t trust condoms, you could always… you know, get a vasectomy?”

The boss immediately told him to schedule surgery at a reputable hospital. “As soon as possible.”

Fang went numb.
“…Um, sir… you don’t have kids yet. Are you sure? Do the chairman and madam approve?”

Was this some kind of cosmic joke? He got the procedure because his kid was already in preschool. Jiang Yu had just started dating (scratch that—just started his sugar daddy era), and he was already getting snipped?

Who was going to inherit the Jiang family fortune??

Fang panicked, worried the chairman might blame him for leaving the family line childless and fire him on the spot.

Later, Jiang Yu gave his parents a call and explained the situation briefly.

The chairman’s first reaction?
“You’re dating? Don’t bully the girl.”
Then he told Jiang Yu to bring Miss Su home so they could meet her.

As for the surgery? The Jiang family didn’t seem to care at all.

The warm, unbelievably supportive family atmosphere made Fang deeply envious.

Not long after, Fang saw his boss coming down the stairs, drenched in sweat, struggling with several large cardboard boxes.

Fang tried to get out and help, but Jiang Yu sidestepped him and carefully placed the boxes in the trunk.

Jiang Yu waved him off.

“Stay put. Just drive steadily later. If anything gets scratched or dented, I’m docking three months of your bonus.”

Fang: “……”

Fine. He was just a useless chauffeur.

On the last trip, Jiang Yu held an umbrella and escorted Su Ci down, carrying the two bouquets with him as well.

They brought two cars. Su Ci sat in the front passenger seat of Jiang Yu’s.

There was a film and television production base in the outskirts of the city, and to make commuting easier, Jiang Yu had chosen a place nearby. Quiet surroundings, better air than downtown.

“Which floor would the princess like to live on?”

Su Ci rested her cheek on her hand and tilted her head.
“Didn’t you already buy it? What’s there to choose from?”

Jiang Yu gave a little cough to hide his guilt.
“Just asking. It’s the fifteenth floor. If you don’t like it, once you start filming, I’ll find you another place.”

It wasn’t too high or too low. Su Ci didn’t mind.
“Fifteen’s fine. You really went all out, President Jiang.”

The corners of his lips curved into a sly smile.
“Not really. You can put it on my tab—house, furniture, renovations… twenty million isn’t too much, right?”

Twenty million sounded like a lot, but with her talent and potential, she could easily earn it back with a few dramas.

But if he wanted to buy out her entire life, he’d better start working overtime.

…

Su Ci spent a week living in the 300-square-meter apartment Jiang Yu had gifted her.

Though the Jiang Group’s headquarters was an hour away by car, Jiang Yu didn’t mind the commute. Rain or shine, he came over every evening, and quietly left an hour early every morning to avoid disturbing her.

Su Ci worried he wasn’t getting enough rest and told him to come every other day instead. But he just smiled and turned it around on her:

“What, you’re already sick of me after a few days? Kicking me out to sneak in some other dwarf?”

Or he’d shamelessly argue:

“I’m paying to keep my little princess. If I don’t get to sleep with her in my arms, that’s a huge loss. Sorry, I don’t do unprofitable deals. Gotta get my return—now gimme a kiss.”

Playing the role of doting sugar daddy to the max, he made her brown sugar water, bought pads, washed underwear, gave massages, even hired a nutritionist to prepare balanced meals. Jiang Yu had it down to a science.

Given his stellar performance, Su Ci rewarded him with a little extra attention before joining the crew.

…She nearly got devoured whole.

Jiang Yu claimed she was too tired to work and told the crew to reshuffle the schedule. There was no rush—just shoot someone else’s scenes first.

He was the main investor anyway. Burning cash for his princess? Totally worth it.

But Su Ci wasn’t the type to just coast along. Some people looked glamorous on the surface, but all it took was one misstep for the world to turn on them. She needed to save up—for her sugar daddy’s future.

In the original plot, it wouldn’t be revealed until two years later that Jiang Yu wasn’t actually a Jiang by blood. But plotlines weren’t always reliable—plus, female leads were the ultimate wild cards.

So when Ke Hua showed up with two assistants to pick her up for filming, the sight that greeted them was… their queen, looking pale and listless.

Tsk tsk tsk, Ke Hua had known it. No sugar daddy was easy to deal with! And Jiang Yu was definitely bad news!

Yoyo applied a face mask to Su Ci while massaging her shoulders and back, grumbling under her breath.

“You’ve worked so hard, Ci-jie. President Jiang really has no shame. If I had that kind of money, I’d never treat you like this…”

The male assistant in the driver’s seat nodded in firm agreement. In his mind, President Jiang was no longer the caring, considerate boss he once admired.

Yoyo sighed, peeled off the mask, and continued with hydration, firming, brightening… the full treatment.

Not that she needed any of it. Honestly, using creams on this perfect face felt like wasting the products. Her skin glowed on its own.

Up close, Su Ci’s skin was flawless. Yoyo felt that her life as a makeup artist was now complete.

Lost in thought, her massaging hands slowed down. She didn’t want to stop touching this silk-smooth skin.

“President Jiang went too far. Even her collarbone’s covered in bite marks…”

“Buzz—”

The Bluetooth speaker on the dashboard suddenly powered on. A man’s low voice, thick with barely contained irritation, came through.

“How long are you planning to gossip? I’m not deaf. Keep it down—she’s trying to rest.”