Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 219

Not far away, Director Cai was stunned.

Wasn’t Jiang Yu here to inspect the production?

Jiang Zong, may I ask—what exactly are you doing?!

Was he afraid Su Ci’s dating rumors wouldn’t spread fast enough?

It had barely been half a month, and Director Cai’s attitude had already gone through a complete transformation. At first, Jiang Yu was the mighty investor you couldn’t afford to offend.

Now? Su Ci was basically his own daughter—no blood relation, but just as sacred. No one better even think about messing with his Little Su!

His next drama, and the one after that, and the one after that… he was still casting Su Ci. She could act in whatever role she wanted, however she wanted. No questions asked!

He might grumble about her behind closed doors, but that was as far as it went.

Putting on a serious face, Director Cai grabbed his phone and sent out a firm reminder in the crew’s production group chat:

[Things are sensitive right now. Everyone, watch what you say and do. You all signed NDAs. If anyone leaks anything that damages the crew, you’ll be held responsible.]

Petty backstage politics? That he could tolerate.

But anything involving Little Su? Absolutely not.

This was a girl personally recommended by President Jiang. If anything happened to her on his set, Director Cai could kiss his job goodbye—and maybe take the whole crew down with him.

Once everyone realized Jiang Yu was here for Su Ci, all the actors who’d been eyeing him up with their business cards ready gave up the idea of clinging to a golden thigh. Instead, they just stared at him with envy.

President Jiang really had it all—smooth career, smooth life, and smooth romance.

Everyone had long heard that Su Ci came with financial backing, but no one had been able to figure out who her sponsor was.

If it turned out her backer was Jiang Yu—the man behind Jiang Group—then it was no surprise she enjoyed perks bigger than top-tier A-listers.

When they saw Director Cai’s very pointed message in the group chat, almost everyone smirked or twitched.

Please. Who would be dumb enough to spill gossip at this point?

Afternoon tea every day, upgraded makeup and styling teams, filming locations better than most other sets—and the view of a real-life goddess walking around? Who’d give that up?

Yes, the entertainment industry was driven by looks. And yes, sometimes jealousy popped up when people felt they were on the same level.

But when the gap was as wide as heaven and earth… all anyone could do was admire from afar.

No jealousy here. Give me that face in my next life, please.

From their point of view, Jiang Yu’s wealth, power, and looks were indeed the kind worth chasing.

But on a national—or even global—scale, Jiang Group wasn’t the most elite company out there. So in their eyes, Su Su was lowering herself by being with him. Such a waste of beauty.

No one knew how many lifetimes of good karma Jiang Yu must’ve accumulated to earn the right to spoil a woman like her.

But if they said they weren’t jealous? That would be a lie.
Same species, same humans—why does he get to eat so well?

Even if they felt resentful, there was nothing they could do but watch as the tall, handsome man led the girl into her private dressing room and shut the door behind them.

Click.

The sound of the lock turning sent shivers down their spines.

Gone was Jiang Yu’s usual gentle mask. He pushed Su Ci against the cold door, one hand suddenly wrapping around her neck, fingers sliding to her still fully made-up cheek.

Before she could react, his cool, intense breath was already crashing over her, sharp and wild, devouring both her voice and her breath.

“Jiang Yu, this is the set… there are people outside…”

“Let them see. I’ll kiss you right in front of everyone.”

There was a brief pause—then an even more ferocious onslaught. The man’s natural dominance and aggression exploded, each kiss deep with jealousy and desire.

Luckily, the dressing room had excellent soundproofing—finally, a feature that truly paid off.

By the time it was over, Su Ci’s light-colored gown was a complete mess. One of her heels had snapped off, lying abandoned on the floor.

Even though it was summer, the full-length mirror was fogged up with condensation, like a fragile veil hiding something too indecent to see. One wipe and the truth would be laid bare.

Her knee rested on the man’s firm arm as he carried her to the couch and flipped her over. Her bare back arched, and her delicate shoulder blades trembled like butterfly wings ready to take flight.

His lips landed in a dense trail down her shoulders and neck.

And Jiang Yu still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted her answer.

“You naughty little princess. Was I fun enough for you?”

Su Ci was already worn down, too tired to argue.

“I already picked you. Why are you still being difficult?”

“Because I want to be difficult,” he murmured, lips brushing her cheek as he kissed and grumbled at the same time.
“I was all alone in the office while you were here playing pretend, flirting with another man on set.”

“Why shouldn’t I throw a fit? Today, I’m not your little dwarf—I’m the beast. I’m going to eat the princess. Sound good?”

Not that she had a choice.

But Su Ci didn’t really resist. At most, she’d give him a light push when she was overwhelmed—but that only fanned the flames, making Jiang Yu think she was rejecting him, and triggering an even wilder storm.

Her makeup was ruined, the vanity was a disaster, bottles and palettes scattered everywhere. Only then, after exhausting himself, did Jiang Yu finally carry his broken little princess off to clean up.

As he gently wiped her delicate skin with a damp cotton pad, Jiang Yu’s gaze fell slightly out of focus.

That first night in the hotel—he’d had a plan. A scheme. He hadn’t even let her remove her makeup.

Back then, he’d made a silent vow to himself: Just this once. I’ll only deceive her this one time.

But now, he’d broken that promise completely.

He’d become someone even he couldn’t recognize.

There had never been room in Jiang Yu’s life plan for dating, let alone marriage. And even if things changed, he was supposed to be the kind of man who supported his wife’s career wholeheartedly.

Not someone who lost control over a pretend romance on set, forcing his lover into something so outrageous in a dressing room.

And this was just the beginning.

He didn’t even want to imagine what he might do if his princess blew up in popularity and got surrounded by fans like a virus multiplying out of control.

No good husband would ever be so selfish as to get in the way of his wife’s career.

Jiang Yu rubbed his temples, deeply frustrated.

He had to get himself under control.

Tiny bubbles of cleanser foamed across her cheeks under his hands. Su Ci tilted her face into his palm, nuzzling gently.

Sensing his mood drop, she dried her face, then looped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss his full, warm lips.

“Why the long face? Still not satisfied?”

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and half a month was no short time. Besides, one time for him was several for her.

Jiang Yu’s cold composure shattered in an instant.

He picked her up by the waist, set her on the edge of the sink, and gave in to the darkest impulse in his heart, kissing her deeply again.

Restraint?
His princess was the only one who could restrain him.

That night, Su Ci was carried back to the hotel.

Jiang Yu, for some unknown reason, was in a mood. He drove for two hours in the middle of the night to a nearby old town and bought out practically the entire night market—every trinket, snack, and souvenir he could find.

Add that to the other things he’d already brought, and Su Ci’s room was packed to the brim. He ended up upgrading them to a luxury presidential suite.

Su Ci could only sigh at his extravagant waste.

Still, she didn’t stop him from spending. Her brand deal was almost confirmed, and Yoyo’s styling team was already running tests. She’d have extra income soon anyway.

Jiang Yu’s visits to set were becoming more frequent.

But strangely, he was seeing less and less of his princess.

She was either busy with events or on the road to them. And on the rare occasion she was back on set, he’d be told she was off filming on location.

Jiang Yu’s expression darkened. He grabbed a staff member and demanded:

“It’s over 100 degrees outside, and you’re telling me she’s shooting outdoors? Who the hell arranged that?”

The staffer trembled.
“I… I dunno, sir!”

Veins bulged on Jiang Yu’s forehead. He took several deep breaths before speaking again.

“Assistant Fang, get in touch with the meteorological bureau. Schedule artificial rainfall.”

Mini Theater

Ci: Making money feels like ghost hunting.

Yu: Spending money feels like turning on a faucet.