Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 224

Sang Miaozhu was waiting for the Jiang family to repay her for her “favor.”

Even though she had used an anonymous email when she exposed Jiang Yu’s identity, with the Jiang family’s wealth and influence, tracking her down would’ve been easy.

But a whole week passed. Jiang Yu had already been kicked out of the Jiang Group, and still, no one from the Jiang family had contacted her.

Worse, public sympathy for Jiang Yu was growing. Especially Su Ci’s fans—they were fiercely protective and had chased down her alt account to hurl abuse for ten straight blocks.

Infuriated, Sang Miaozhu retaliated by exposing Jiang Yu and Su Ci’s relationship online.

Even if everyone secretly assumed unspoken rules existed in the entertainment industry, publicly revealing a sugar-baby arrangement was still undeniably scandalous.

No way they could bounce back from this, right?

But once again—she had miscalculated!

Su Ci’s Weibo didn’t lose followers. On the contrary, her fan count kept skyrocketing, quickly breaking the hundred million mark.

The overwhelming number of fans pushed her to the very top of the entertainment world—a true queen of the industry.

The comment section looked like everyone’s brain had short-circuited:

“Poor Su Ci, how’d she end up with a fake heir? Su Ci, look at me! My family owns mines—we can keep digging for decades with no problem!”

“Su Ci treats Jiang Yu so well. He’s fallen from grace and she still stays by his side. We fans just want sweet love stories—so hey, kitty, leopard, can the three of us be a thing too?”

“My family isn’t as rich as the Jiangs. We just own a few small companies, but I’m the legitimate daughter. I want to sponsor Su Ci. What qualifications do I need? Attaching DNA report.”

“Thank goodness! Jiang Yu’s not really the heir. That means there’s still hope for us, the glutinous rice balls! If God hadn’t shut the door on him, we’d never have had a chance!”

Sang Miaozhu just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Was this some kind of joke?

Any other celeb, once exposed for being in a sugar baby relationship, would’ve collapsed overnight—torn apart by black fans and driven out of the spotlight!

Why were Su Ci’s fans acting like they’d lost their minds?

She and Jiang Yu had an illegitimate relationship! How was that something to brag about?

Su Ci didn’t get bashed. Jiang Yu didn’t either. Instead, the one using an alt account to stir things up—her—nearly got doxxed by angry netizens. Thankfully, the trending post got taken down.

Sang Miaozhu didn’t know who had pulled the plug on the hot search.

But that didn’t stop her from sulking, especially since she’d spent a fortune to push it to the top—

And even with that money, no one had been willing to leak dirt on Su Ci!

She’d basically burned her cash for nothing.

Her boyfriend, Shen Ruixuan, had treated her decently—transferred her over two million yuan after receiving his acting paycheck.

He also frequently took her to business banquets and introduced her to some high-society figures.

From what she could observe, even though Su Ci was gaining fans, she hadn’t made any public appearances. The endorsements and gigs that used to flood in had vanished without a trace.

She figured the real Jiang heir had made a move behind the scenes to suppress Su Ci.

So Su Ci would be blacklisted soon enough. After all, how could ordinary people fight back against capital?

Thanks to an investor’s favor, Shen Ruixuan was landing more and more visible roles and was now barely considered a third-tier star.

He wasn’t rising as fast as Su Ci had, but Sang Miaozhu believed in him—slow and steady would win the race. One day, he’d be a triple crown-winning movie king.

She couldn’t help comparing Jiang Yu’s downfall to her boyfriend’s steady climb. The more she compared, the more grateful she felt that she’d chosen the right man. Her future was looking bright.

A WeChat message popped up.

[Ruixuan: Miaozhu, there’s an important banquet tonight. Sister Wu pulled some strings and got us an invite. Dress up and come with me.]

Sang Miaozhu agreed without hesitation.

What she didn’t expect was that this banquet would be different from all the rest—and bring with it a major surprise!

It was the Jiang family’s official recognition banquet for Jiang Jiyan. Many elites and business magnates were in attendance.

Sang Miaozhu had been racking her brain for ways to get close to the Jiang family. Now, all her problems were solved. All she needed was one chance—to bring up how she’d helped Jiang Jiyan in the past.

Shen Ruixuan noticed his girlfriend seemed distracted that evening, but he didn’t think much of it. After all, his purpose in bringing her wasn’t to cozy up to the new Jiang heir.

The banquet hadn’t officially begun yet.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up at the entrance.

Youyou walked around to open the door and carefully helped Su Ci out of the car, lifting the hem of her dress as she stepped onto the red carpet. His eyes gleamed with admiration.

“Sister Ci, you look stunning tonight. Total showstopper.”

Su Ci smiled slightly. “Don’t flatter me. Things aren’t like they used to be. The guests here are all rich and powerful—we’re just here to make an appearance, so try not to offend anyone.”

The moment their vacation ended, Ke Hua had handed her an invitation to a banquet, saying it came from higher-ups and that all the big-name artists in their agency had to show face.

It wasn’t until she arrived that she realized this was a Jiang Group event. Thinking back, it made sense—Century Entertainment had been acquired by Jiang Yu and was still technically under the Jiang Group’s umbrella.

Worried it might upset Jiang Yu, Su Ci hadn’t told him the truth. She’d simply said it was a regular evening party.

She lifted her dress slightly and stepped into the grand banquet hall.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yu had just finished a virtual international meeting when his phone rang—it was from Pei Jiyan.

Ah, correction: now officially Jiang Jiyan.

“Mom and Dad are throwing a banquet for me tonight. Your parents will be there too. Why don’t you bring your wife and join us?”

Jiang Yu sighed bitterly. “She’s at work. I’m all alone at home. Better skip the banquet—I can’t drink tonight. I have to pick her up later.”

Jiang Jiyan understood. “Alright, then. Just bring her home for dinner sometime when you’re free.”

“Home. Dinner.”

The words were harmless enough, but Jiang Yu couldn’t help but feel a pang.

Wasn’t bringing his princess home for dinner exactly what he wanted? But once a lie’s been told, it takes a hundred more to cover it up. Compared to family dinners, eating soft rice (being a kept man) was still sweeter.

It had been a while since Su Ci appeared at a public event. When she walked into the banquet hall, she immediately caused a stir. Even businessmen who didn’t follow celebrity gossip recognized her.

They were surprised she dared show up, especially after Jiang Yu’s downfall. She must have guts to attend a Jiang family event.

Wouldn’t she worry about Jiang Jiyan making things difficult for her?

With that thought, many began gravitating toward her, forming a subtle human wall.

Celebrity appearances at business banquets were typically for entertainment value—treating stars like decorative vases. If someone took a liking, they might even propose “mutual arrangements.”

That was how Shen Ruixuan had landed many of his gigs.

Now, seeing Su Ci surrounded like this, he sneered inwardly. After all that glamor with Jiang Yu, wasn’t she now reduced to begging for scraps, bowing and scraping to survive?

Sang Miaozhu felt quietly triumphant too.

Thank goodness she hadn’t sunk to this level.

What they didn’t know was that the crowd surrounding Su Ci consisted of high-level CEOs—people you needed an appointment weeks in advance to even meet.

Now, they were all shamelessly begging her for autographs.

Most were older motherly fans or professional women. Su Ci greeted each of them politely, signing and taking selfies, before finally managing to escape their enthusiastic clutches.

She had just retreated to a quiet corner for a sip of juice when someone took the seat next to her.

Sang Miaozhu got straight to the point.

“Jiang Yu’s been having a rough time lately, hasn’t he? It must be hard on you too. Just when your career was taking off, you had to offend the Jiang family and Jiang Jiyan because of him.”