Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 218

Jiang Group Headquarters.

On Jiang Yu’s desk, the left side was stacked with financial reports and contracts awaiting his review and signature. On the right sat a drama script Su Ci had accepted but hadn’t begun filming yet.

He’d work for an hour, then take ten minutes to relax—by flipping through his little public sweetheart’s script.

Whenever he came across lines or plot points he found unsatisfactory, he’d mark them up carefully in fountain pen. Once he finished editing the entire thing, he’d have his assistant Fang deliver it to the director.

Jiang Yu wasn’t an overbearing investor.

He’d been raised with good manners and a strong sense of aesthetic judgment. Any edits he made actually enhanced the story’s consistency and made the drama feel more professionally refined.

Except for one thing…

“Are you kidding me, bro? This is a modern romance drama. I can get behind cutting the kiss scenes, but now they can’t even hug or hold hands?”

On the other end of the call, his good friend Yao Runyu was on the verge of a meltdown.

Jiang Yu calmly drew a line through a reconciliation scene between the leads, his voice as indifferent as ever, not giving away the slightest hint of personal bias.

“Who still watches cliché romance plots like that? The female lead’s character is solid, but lovesick girls don’t sell anymore. Rewrite it so she’s a cool, independent woman focused on her career.”

“That’s… debatable,” Yao Runyu muttered.

Personally, he thought the lovesick girl trope was still trending.

Wasn’t he talking to a prime example of it right now?

Just then, someone knocked on the office door. Jiang Yu closed the script and issued a half-warning, half-threat to Yao Runyu:

“Just do as I said. If you don’t change it, I’ll pull the funding. Bye.”

“…” Yao Runyu went silent.

Alright, fine. So we’re cleansing the market now?

Whatever. If the drama flops, it’s not his problem. With Big Boss Jiang footing the bill, no love plots it is.

The unannounced visitors were Jiang Yu’s parents.

Ever since Jiang Yu had graduated and taken over the company, they’d stopped worrying about business and had been globe-trotting ever since—making up for the honeymoon they never had in their youth.

When they heard their son was dating, they immediately booked a flight back, eager to help plan the wedding.

“You’re getting ahead of yourselves,” Jiang Yu said, exasperated.

“We are not getting ahead,” his mother shot back. “Just think about it—engagement needs a ring, outfits, a venue, a whole schedule, right? And marriage is a whole different planning process!”

“Exactly!” added his father. “When your mom and I got married, it took two to three years to plan everything.”

Jiang Yu sighed. “We’re not even dating yet. I’m still trying to win her over. And her job doesn’t make it easy to go public right now…”

Before he could finish, his dad gave him a solid punch on the forehead, his expression thunderous.

“You brat! You haven’t even won her over and you’re already sleeping with her? Is that how your mother and I raised you? You better apologize properly to that girl!”

“You’ve embarrassed both of us!”

Jiang Yu looked genuinely ashamed. “You’re right. I was just thinking about how to handle it. She’s filming now, and I didn’t want to bother her too often in case she found me annoying… but since Dad insists—”

“I’ll go today.”

Fang, the assistant who happened to be delivering a file at that moment, twitched a little at that. Oh, so it takes a lecture from the chairman for him to visit?

This from the man who checks his phone eight hundred times a day and practically lives at the company with his soul stuck on set.

At least now he had a proper excuse.

After chatting a bit more, Jiang Yu’s parents asked the housekeeper to pick out some gifts for Su Ci, then mentioned they’d visit the Su family in person sometime. Only then did they finally leave the office.

As soon as they were gone, Jiang Yu opened a specific link on his computer and entered the live feed for the studio’s surveillance cameras. He navigated to the screen showing Su Ci’s current filming location.

For the first twenty-six years of his life, Jiang Yu had always been taught to be upright and respectable. He never imagined he’d one day stoop to spying on someone.

Like a rat in the gutter—pathetic and shameless.

He was sick.

Suffering from a condition where not seeing his little sweetheart physically hurt.

To protect what little pride he had left, he lied to himself: Just once a day. Just enough to make sure she’s not being bullied.

But in truth, there’s no real difference between sneaking a peek once or sneaking a hundred times.

So why not peek a few more times?

That’s why Jiang Yu didn’t stop at the surveillance footage—he also asked the director to send him all of Su Ci’s filmed scenes every day, including NGs and bloopers.

On top of that, Yoyo submitted daily reports that left no detail untouched.

“Cancel this afternoon’s meetings. Entertainment and media are our company’s focus right now. I’m going to the set for an inspection.”

“Understood,” said Fang. “Should I prepare something for Madam?”

Jiang Yu gave him a sidelong glance.

Fang instantly realized he’d said too much.

That afternoon, unsurprisingly, two entire trunks were packed full of gifts and health supplements from the chairman and his wife—as well as items personally selected by the boss himself.

By the time Jiang Yu arrived, they were filming a romantic scene between the two leads. Soft music played in the background, and the entire crew held their breath, unwilling to interrupt the beautiful moment.

It was the school’s anniversary celebration. The female lead wore an elegant, luxurious gown; the male lead was in a crisp white suit. He played the piano while she played the violin.

They looked like a match made in heaven.

Jiang Yu slipped in without making a sound. No one on set paid him any attention.

He stood behind the director’s monitor, one hand in his pocket. His gaze—calm and unreadable—fell on the girl bathed in light.

His expression remained cold and detached, as if to avoid disrupting the shoot. He appeared bored and indifferent, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking.

But behind those dark eyes brewed an intense, restrained emotion—one most people would recognize as jealousy.

“Cut! One take—perfect!”

Director Cai was so excited he nearly broke into a dance.

The violin and piano were played so well, he wouldn’t even need to spend time editing later. Plus, it’d give them a solid marketing angle during promo. He loved multitalented actors like this!

Especially Su Ci—her recent performance on set had been impeccable. Her grasp of the character, her expressive range—it was all flawless. If anything, Cai almost felt like he should refund Jiang Yu’s investment.

“Got any more good talents like her? Send them my way, seriously!”

He had no idea there was an ice-cold time bomb standing right behind him, dying to smack him over the head.

Today was Su Ci’s final scene. She was getting ready to take off her makeup when she heard a soft voice behind her.

“Ah Yu, I heard there’s an old town nearby with a really fun night market. Would you come with me later?”

Yan Mo wasn’t a local. Still young, playful by nature, he’d hesitated for ages before finally working up the courage to ask.

Su Ci shook her head.
“Sorry, I’ve got other plans. Work’s over—time to clock out.”

She didn’t like carrying on-set emotions into real life. It felt unprofessional and disrespectful—to both the characters and the actors involved.

Yan Mo sighed, disappointed.
“Alright… I’ll just go by myself, then. See you tomorrow, Teacher Su. I’ll bring you back something fun…”

“No need. She’s not lacking in fun.”

Jiang Yu strode forward, wrapped his arm around Su Ci’s slender waist, and—under the stunned gazes of the entire crew—pulled her into his arms without hesitation, marking his territory.

Yan Mo looked him up and down.

Hair stiff with god-knows-how-much gel. Tailored luxury suit. Perfectly tied tie, cufflinks, and shiny leather shoes.

God, I hate posers.

The Jiang family’s old guy. Untouchable.

But exactly because he was untouchable, Yan Mo wanted to push his luck.

“That’s not fair. Just because you’re uptight and hate fun doesn’t mean Teacher Su feels the same. I was talking to her, not you. Rude much?”

Jiang Yu raised a brow and tightened his grip ever so slightly. He lowered his gaze to the quiet girl in his arms.

“Tell me—who’s more fun?
Want to play with him or me? Pick one.”