Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 221

When Su Ci found out that Jiang Yu’s true identity had been exposed, she had just wrapped filming for Director Song’s xianxia romance—or rather, xianxia career drama.

Yao Runyu, thinking he had an in with Jiang Yu, called her up trying to cut the line.

“Sister-in-law, when are you going to bless me with a role? Jiang Yu’s already revised the script. I’m telling you, this strong-female-lead drama is going to be huge! It’s literally written for you!”

“Sorry, I’m not available right now. I need some time off. Jiang Yu’s going through something, and he’s probably not in the best mood. I need to be with him. Gotta go.”

She hung up. Yao Runyu stared at his phone, completely baffled, as if struck by wind and chaos.

Jiang Yu was… depressed?

He found his biological parents and still wasn’t happy? His birth family’s even richer than his adoptive one and he’s still not happy? From the richest man in S Province to the richest man in the country—and he’s still not happy?

If he were Jiang Yu, with money to burn and a girlfriend who adored him, he’d laugh himself awake from dreams every night.

Su Ci scrolled through the trending hashtags, reading the exaggerated posts about Jiang Yu. There was even a gif of him walking out of the Jiang Group building with a cardboard box. Her brow furrowed.

His identity had been revealed way too early.

This time around, because their Weibo accounts were linked, Jiang Yu had already gained a massive fanbase. Competitors were clearly hiring bots to stir up the buzz, sending the trending charts soaring.

Thankfully, most of the comments were still supportive:

【Nooo, Jiang Zong, without you who’s going to take ultra-HD candids of our queen?! Come back! Nuomici can’t live without you!】

【Poor Jiang Zong. He worked so hard to build Jiang Group from the ground up, only to find out he was a fake heir. Years of effort, and it all went to someone else.】

【I’ll be grateful to Jiang Zong for life. Just for those two weeks of rain alone, I won’t let anyone speak ill of him.】

【Uh, this might be inappropriate, but… now that he’s resigned, can he focus on being our queen’s personal photographer? His shots are legit high art.】

【Come on, they raised him for over 20 years—how could Chairman Jiang cut ties so ruthlessly?】

【Feels like Jiang Yu’s falling apart. It’s pouring out there, and there’s not even one person holding an umbrella for him.】

…

Behind the screen, Sang Miaozhu stared at the Weibo comments, jaw clenched and eyes dark.

Why? Why wasn’t anyone cursing Jiang Yu?

In the previous life, when Jiang Yu was exposed as a fake heir, the buzz wasn’t nearly this big. The trending tag barely stayed up for a few hours before the Jiang family, embarrassed by the scandal, shut it all down.

She remembered it clearly—at that time, the internet had roasted Jiang Yu. Everyone kicked him while he was down.

They said he was a capital-using bully who disrupted the entertainment industry, squashing rising actors and actresses under his influence.

Just because he’d boosted her.

The moment the tide turned, people accused Sang Miaozhu of being a diva, bullying rookies, and winning awards through shady backdoor deals…

But this time? Jiang Yu had clearly done the exact same thing for Su Ci. There was no way she gained four hundred million fans in six months without spending a fortune!

Yet Su Ci’s fans were protecting Jiang Yu, even defending and idolizing him.

Why was fate so unfair to her?

Sang Miaozhu was shaking with rage.

She’d spent months pulling strings, draining her bank account dry, trying to find Jiang Yu’s real birth parents—and got nowhere. She hadn’t landed any decent roles either, only a few bit parts. Sometimes she was just another nameless background extra.

Shen Ruixuan had taken her to several investor parties, but none of the investors had shown interest in her. Shen Ruixuan, on the other hand, kept landing roles left and right.

And weirdly, after every party, he’d get incredibly possessive. His demands turned wild, claiming he was jealous of how good she looked in a dress.

Strangely enough, that twisted jealousy gave Sang Miaozhu a sense of superiority.

With nothing to do, no roles to film, she couldn’t help but keep checking up on Jiang Yu.

And she hadn’t expected that, under Jiang Yu’s support, Su Ci would go from a nobody to a top-tier celebrity in just half a year.

Over 400 million followers, and the number was still climbing. Unless you didn’t use the internet or a smartphone, chances are you followed Su Ci’s Weibo.

Worse, under Jiang Yu’s leadership, the entire Jiang Group had become diehard fans of Su Ci. HR was even asking Su Ci-related trivia during job interviews.

The company’s market value had soared.

Sang Miaozhu couldn’t stomach it anymore. Jiang Yu was just a fake heir—how dare he live so well? She wanted him to be ruined, cast out into the streets!

Since she couldn’t find his birth parents herself, someone else surely could. So she tipped off Mr. and Mrs. Jiang.

She hadn’t expected them to act so fast.

Barely a week had passed, and Jiang Yu was already out.

Though the fans’ reaction surprised her, the Jiang family had done exactly what they did in the past—swift and ruthless, showing no mercy.

Now Sang Miaozhu was just waiting to be thanked for her contribution.

If Jiang Yu could boost Su Ci that high as a CEO, imagine what Chairman Jiang could do for her! She was this close to flipping her life around.

…

Jiang Yu’s phone was turned off. When Su Ci asked Assistant Fang, he said Jiang Yu had been in meetings with the board all day and didn’t know where he was.

Worried, Su Ci canceled the cast wrap party and booked a flight that same night.

Ke Hua didn’t feel right letting her go alone, so he drove her to the building and tried to reassure her.

“Don’t be too upset, Ancestor. We don’t need to cling to anyone anymore.”

He finally understood why she’d been hustling so hard—this whole “fake sugar daddy” thing proved that even the most secure backer could vanish. She really had the worst luck.

After watching her go up the elevator, Ke Hua returned to his car but didn’t drive off right away.

What if Jiang Yu wasn’t home? He might need to drive her around to look for him. A girl taking a cab late at night just wasn’t safe.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the garage. Barely any cars—just a few worth tens of millions.

Made sense. Anyone rich enough to buy a massive flat here wasn’t short on assets.

Ke Hua stared blankly at the steering wheel. He’d been here plenty of times, but come to think of it… why had he never seen any of the other owners?

After some pondering, he came to a conclusion: rich people just owned too many houses to live in all of them.

…

Su Ci pushed open the door. The room was dark.

The entry light clicked on, casting a faint glow over the disheveled figure on the sofa.

Jiang Yu lay there in a soaked, crumpled suit. Rainwater still dripped from his pants. He looked like a man who’d lost everything.

“What did you do to yourself?”

“Mmm…”

He groaned at the sound of her voice, his head foggy and limbs heavy. His eyelids refused to lift. He tried to sit up, only to roll off the sofa and hit the floor.

Su Ci rushed over to help him up, her hand brushing against his burning forehead.

Fever. From getting soaked.

Jiang Yu blinked, the fall briefly sobering him up. He stared dazedly at Su Ci, voice barely audible.

“Princess… my parents aren’t my parents. I’m just an unwanted ugly duckling.”

All his life, he thought he had a perfect family—a strict but loving father, a gentle mother, a traditional yet warm household. Like something out of a fairytale.

He never imagined it would shatter.

“It’s okay. I want you.”

Su Ci peeled off his wet clothes, applied a fever patch, blow-dried his hair, and brought warm water from the bathroom to wipe him down.

“Take your medicine and get some rest. From now on, I’ll take care of you. You’re always complaining about work keeping you too busy to see me—well, now you have the time.”

Jiang Yu sipped the cold medicine and choked. His sharp, cool eyes were hazy from the fever, his lashes trembling as he lowered the cup.

He pulled her into his arms, burning breath against her ear.

“You really want to keep me? I burn money like crazy. That little nest egg of yours won’t even last me a month.”

He warned her seriously—

“I’m not President Jiang anymore. I can’t buy you luxury brands or secure you the best roles and endorsements. I can’t give you anything…”

“You might as well dump me now and find a sugar daddy with a better background. At least they’re easier to please. Just give them a little attention and they’ll shower you with resources.”

Smack—!

Su Ci slapped him hard across the face.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Get it straight. I’m the sugar daddy now. I’ll take care of whoever I want. So be good and sleep, got it?”

Jiang Yu touched his stinging cheek. It didn’t hurt—in fact, it made his heart burn hotter. He chuckled low, pulling her into his lap.

“Okay. I’ll sleep for my sugar mommy. However you want me to sleep. Want to try it out?”

Su Ci: “…?”

“I’m serious, Jiang Yu. You’re sick. I’m not in the mood to fool around.”

He pouted, nibbling her earlobe, voice half sulky, half teasing.

“You used to give me anything I wanted. Why not now that I’m sick? I’m burning up—don’t you want to test how hot I am?”

“Does it have to be right now? You can barely stand. I’m not trying to take advantage of a sick guy.”

Jiang Yu raised a brow.

“That’s exactly why you should. You can do whatever you want. Exercise your rights as the sugar mommy. Like this…”

Little Theater

Jiang Yu: My wife seduced me.

Da Xing (rubbing temples): These two… When they get naughty, the whole family hierarchy falls apart.