Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 225

Su Ci was still thinking about how Jiang Yu might react.

She could tell he had been troubled lately.

With how proud and self-assured he was, if the Jiang family and Jiang Jibai were secretly targeting him, he’d never admit it. He’d just grit his teeth and bear it alone.

Just like that day when he was kicked out of the house—soaked through, curled up on the sofa, looking so fragile and helpless.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt. She really shouldn’t have entered this mini-world halfway through the plot. She’d overestimated her own capabilities.

Money could solve most problems, but she still didn’t have enough to go toe-to-toe with the Jiang family.

“What exactly did the Jiang family do to Jiang Yu?”

“Well…”

Sang Miaozhu hesitated. She didn’t know for sure, but it wasn’t hard to imagine. Jiang Yu had lived in someone else’s place for over twenty years. Of course there’d be consequences.

“He took what wasn’t his and made the real young master suffer outside all those years. Chairman Jiang and Madam Jiang almost divorced over it. Isn’t that enough to deserve a little payback?”

She gave Su Ci a once-over.

“Honestly, I don’t know what you see in him. That kind of guy looks good on the outside but is useless where it counts. If you were smart, you’d cut him off now and save yourself the trouble.”

Worried Su Ci might fall for Shen Ruixuan instead, she had sent him away on purpose so she could say all this to Su Ci alone. The last thing she wanted was to see Jiang Yu doing well.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t even show my face at a Jiang family event. I’d find a quiet corner and disappear.”

She shifted her tone.

“But you know, I do have some ties with Jiang Jibai. If you asked nicely, I might be willing to put in a good word for you. He might even let you off the hook.”

Su Ci frowned, set down her barely-touched juice, and lifted her dress to stand.

“You’re right. I won’t be attending any more Jiang family events. I’ll leave right now.”

To be fair, it wasn’t Jiang Yu’s fault he had been switched at birth.

Getting kicked out of the Jiang family was understandable—but what she hadn’t expected was for them to keep coming after him, even trying to suppress her.

Had she known, she wouldn’t have shown up tonight.

There was no point staying anyway. She’d rather go home and keep Jiang Yu company. Whatever they did together would be better than staying here.

“…What?”

Was she seriously that loyal to Jiang Yu?

Sang Miaozhu hadn’t come to patch things up—she came to drive a wedge between them.

Just as Su Ci started walking away, a tall figure stepped in front of her. The man in a charcoal-gray suit blocked her path, his manner elegant and refined.

“Miss Su, please wait.”

He extended a polite hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jiang Jibai. I believe there’s been a misunderstanding between us. May I have a word?”

Su Ci shook his hand. There was something about his tone that made people feel at ease. He didn’t seem like someone petty or vindictive. She nodded.

“Of course.”

Jiang Jibai led her out of the banquet hall.

Watching them go, Sang Miaozhu felt the same flutter in her chest she had the first time she met Jiang Yu at the wrap party—her heart racing, cheeks flushing.

She never expected Jiang Jibai, now a true young master of the Jiang family, to be just as handsome and charismatic as Jiang Yu—if not more.

Compared to Shen Ruixuan… it wasn’t even close.

But then he went off with Su Ci?

And even spoke to her so gently?

Maybe… maybe he had mistaken her for someone else?

“President Jiang, I’m the one you’re looking for!” she called out, chasing a few steps forward.

Jiang Jibai paused by the spiral staircase, looked down at her, and spoke with courteous distance.

“I do intend to speak with Miss Sang as well. Please wait here a moment.”

Sang Miaozhu’s anxious heart finally settled. Thinking about his flawless smile, her excitement was hard to contain. Her eyes kept drifting to the second floor.

If only she could become the Jiang family’s future daughter-in-law…

—

Su Ci followed Jiang Jibai into a private parlor on the second floor.

A servant brought in snacks, fruit, and freshly brewed tea.

Jiang Jibai personally poured her a cup, but out of politeness—since this was their first meeting—he didn’t call her “sister-in-law.”

“Miss Su, may I ask why you believe I’ve been using the Jiang family’s power to make things difficult for Jiang Yu?”

Surely Jiang Yu hadn’t spread rumors behind his back just to make himself look pitiful? If so, he wasn’t taking the blame for that.

“Thank you, President Jiang. You’re too kind.”

Su Ci politely took a sip of tea.

“You probably know that Jiang Yu and I… are dating. When someone you care about is struggling, it’s easy to get caught up in emotions and jump to conclusions based on hearsay.”

“You don’t seem like a petty person, but anyone in your shoes—someone who had their life upended after twenty years—might carry some resentment.”

“But this wasn’t Jiang Yu’s fault. And it certainly wasn’t yours either. He doesn’t have any interest in taking over the Jiang family, so you don’t have to worry about him.”

“…Excuse me?” Jiang Jibai blinked.

What the heck?

Jiang Yu wouldn’t even look twice at the Pei family—why would he be interested in the Jiangs?

Su Ci noticed his silence and assumed he was still holding a grudge. She felt compelled to say more.

“Since he was kicked out, Jiang Yu’s been in pretty rough shape. If you ever need him to make up for those lost years, please feel free to contact me.”

Jiang Jibai was completely baffled.

Why did he sound like the villain in someone else’s sob story?

Was Jiang Yu treating him like a brother—or a rival?

Did he come off like some heartless jerk?

When Jiang Jibai finally left the parlor, he felt… deeply unsettled.

What kind of wild narrative had Jiang Yu been spinning about him out there?

Still, he decided not to clarify things. Like Su Ci had said, he’d enjoyed the life meant for someone else for over twenty years. At the very least, he could accept this small price.

The Jiang family wasn’t poor, but in terms of connections and resources, they still couldn’t compare to the Peis.

With the banquet still in full swing downstairs, Jiang Jibai had no time to mourn his tragic double-life. He straightened his jacket and headed down.

—

In the outdoor garden.

Sang Miaozhu sat on a stone bench, face flushed.

“President Jiang, you finally remembered me.”

She had worked so hard for this moment—finally, some reward. With the Jiang family in her debt, she’d never have to worry about her future in the entertainment industry again.

Jiang Jibai sat calmly with his hands folded, all business.

“I asked you here today to talk about the trending topics on Weibo. Let me be blunt—Miss Su and Jiang Yu are under my protection. Leave them alone.”

Sang Miaozhu froze.

“What trending topics?”

“So you’ve forgotten? Weren’t you the one behind the online rumors?” His voice was calm. “I’ve verified it. Su Ci and Jiang Yu are in a legitimate relationship, not a sugar baby arrangement.”

“Spreading malicious rumors and damaging someone’s reputation is a criminal offense.”

Sang Miaozhu’s face twisted.

“I did it for you! Jiang Yu took your place! You really don’t hate him?”

She was indignant.

“If I hadn’t sent that email to Chairman Jiang, you wouldn’t be standing here today. And now you’re warning me?”

Jiang Jibai sighed.

“So I’m supposed to thank you for being a noble whistleblower?”

He hadn’t wanted to stoop to her level—but she insisted on dragging up the past.

“Let’s not even get into your motives. Just based on what you said earlier—if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be working two jobs and running on fumes.”

On top of that, his parents were constantly comparing him to Jiang Yu and nagging him about marriage. And Jiang Yu was out there ruining his reputation.

He’d never suffered this much in his life.

He was unlucky, not stupid.

The Jiang parents had wanted to offer Sang Miaozhu some compensation as thanks, but Jiang Jibai had stopped them—not out of spite, but because something didn’t add up.

From what he’d found, there was no way she could have known about the baby swap on her own.

The only explanation was that she was in cahoots with whoever had done it.

And judging from her behavior—clearly, she had ulterior motives. She’d even tried to defame Jiang Yu and Su Ci.

Choosing not to press charges was already lenient.

Calling it “gratitude” was absurd.

Sang Miaozhu was still trying to make sense of it.

“What do you mean? Two jobs?”

Jiang Jibai had no interest in explaining things to someone like her.

“From now on, stay out of their business.”

With that, he stood up and walked off without so much as another glance.

Just as he re-entered the banquet hall, a tall figure strode inside, scanning the room.

Jiang Jibai raised an eyebrow and teased,

“Oh? I thought you weren’t coming. What happened to your pride?”