Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 226

Jiang Yu’s expression changed—his pupils contracted slightly, and an overwhelming sense of unease flooded his chest.

“This whole event… was your doing?”

“Who else could’ve arranged it?”

The calm confidence on Jiang Yu’s face instantly cracked. The veins at his temple twitched, and he clenched his jaw so tightly his molars clicked audibly.

“Where’s my wife?”

Jiang Jibai jerked his chin toward the stairs.

“Resting in the upstairs parlor. And quit calling her your wife—did you two register your marriage already? Miss Su made it very clear—you’re only dating.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu’s expression shifted again. This time, a surge of unconcealed joy bloomed across his face.

“She admitted we’re dating? I’m official now? We can go public? Are you serious?”

Jiang Jibai looked like his brain was about to short-circuit from how hard Jiang Yu was shaking him.

“Stop. Let me go. It’s not real! You lied about being homeless to win her sympathy—she knows everything now. Get ready to kneel on the washboard when you get home.”

That burst of joy slammed to a halt.

Though the banquet hall around them buzzed with noise, Jiang Yu felt like someone had hit the mute button on his world. It was like getting doused in a bucket of ice water.

He gritted his teeth. “Would it kill you to say less?”

—

Upstairs, in the parlor.

Jiang Jibai had specifically told the staff not to disturb them.

Su Ci sat on the sofa, casually scrolling her phone. As soon as she unlocked the screen, a flood of 99+ messages from Jiang Yu popped up:

[Home alone. Empty. Lonely. Cold.]
[So bored… Spent all my allowance voting and boosting your ranking. You’re not mad, are you?]
[Princess, if I fall into a river with a fan, who would you save first? Probably me, right? I can swim—save me first, then I’ll help you save the fan.]
[How many men and women are at the banquet? Are you having fun? Want me to make you a late-night snack?]
[…]
[Princess, Weibo exploded. They’re all calling me a toad trying to eat swan meat. I’m starving from the insults.]
[Princess, when are you coming back?]
[…]
[Can’t take it anymore. I’m coming to bring you home.]

Su Ci slipped her phone into her clutch and was about to head downstairs, but through the open balcony doors, she spotted two figures in the garden below.

Jiang Yu and Jiang Jibai?

Why didn’t he just call her?

—

Downstairs, the deep red wine swirled in delicate glasses. Jiang Yu was drinking one glass after another to drown his sorrows.

“I thought you couldn’t drink? You’re driving later.”

“I called a ride service.”

Jiang Jibai had a few sips with him. Once the alcohol started to show in Jiang Yu’s flushed cheeks, he finally voiced his suspicion.

“What exactly did you tell your girlfriend about me?”

“I didn’t lie about you,” Jiang Yu insisted. At most, he’d just… left some things out. That didn’t count as lying.

Jiang Jibai snorted. “Still denying it? She delayed nearly a month’s worth of work just to support you. And you had the nerve to manipulate her like that?”

Jiang Yu’s face turned a deeper red from the wine.

“What do you mean ‘manipulate’? This is just part of being a couple. You clearly don’t know anything about romance.”

“Crying poor and living off a woman is your idea of romance?” Jiang Jibai scoffed. “From what I hear, she’s been taking nonstop gigs just to feed you, her money-burning beast.”

Jiang Yu looked proud. “You’re jealous, aren’t you? I’m sick of spending my own money. Spending hers feels way better. Look how well she keeps me.”

Like a peacock showing off, Jiang Yu flaunted the suit, tie, cufflinks, and brooch that Su Ci had picked out for him. His sleeve shifted just enough to reveal a low-key luxury watch.

Then he shot Jiang Jibai a smug look.

“Forget it—you’ve never even had a girlfriend. How could you possibly understand the joy of being a pampered canary? Go sit at the kids’ table.”

Jiang Jibai looked like he’d gone blind for a second.

“This industry is cutthroat. Women have it even tougher. Does your girlfriend know the man begging her for pocket money every day is actually CEO Pei, who could rake in tens of millions at any moment?”

Jiang Yu went completely silent for two whole minutes.

His only functioning brain cell finally processed the loophole.

“So… she doesn’t know yet? Are you trying to mess with me?”

“…You’re sharper than you look,” Jiang Jibai admitted. “No, I haven’t told her yet. Just wanted to scare you a little. She’s upstairs—go pick her up and take her home.”

He turned around with his wineglass in hand—only to meet a piercing gaze from the second-floor balcony. The words froze in his throat.

“Well, now she knows.”

He sounded positively gleeful.

Jiang Yu whipped around, stunned.

Jiang Jibai smirked with an expression that said “you’re on your own” and casually walked away.

Leaning against the railing, Su Ci lazily raised her glass to him, her face glowing in the moonlight—an ethereal beauty.

For a brief moment, Jiang Yu’s mind went completely blank.

Not I’m screwed.

But—

Queen.

From where he stood below, looking up through the glass balustrade, he saw the slit of her gown revealing those long legs, her high heels catching the light.

She stood tall, cool, untouchable.

Jiang Yu’s gaze darkened, Adam’s apple bobbing.

He knew he’d messed up.

So if the queen wanted to step on him tonight, he wouldn’t complain. He’d offer up his face for her to vent.

—

Bang—!

In the dim living room, Jiang Yu was on his knees on the carpet. His suit pants clung to his taut thighs, highlighting his lean strength.

A crimson high heel crushed against his chest, shoving him back into the hard coffee table behind.

“Mmh…”

A low groan slipped from his throat, vibrating through his chest. The sensation spread from her heel to her calf.

Su Ci toyed with a leather crop in her hand. Matching silver cuffs were already snapped onto his wrists.

“So tell me, what’s your real name, President Pei?”

“I still prefer Jiang Yu.”

He lowered his head, the bridge of his nose brushing her calf. The smooth texture of her stockings made his breath hitch.

“You’re too smart not to have figured it out already, my queen. How could a poor kid like me possibly be born in a luxury maternity suite like that?”

Ordinary people couldn’t even afford to step foot in a top-tier private hospital.

“Just like you guessed—my surname is Pei. As in Pei Yunhan, China’s richest man.”

He pressed a reverent kiss to the back of her leg, eyes full of longing.

“Still, I owe you an apology. That day, I had a fever. I wasn’t thinking straight. I just wanted your care and undivided attention. That’s why I pulled such a stunt.”

“I was wrong. Please forgive me, my queen, hmm?”

Su Ci pushed his head away as it tried to climb higher.

Her heel pressed against his throbbing pulse.

“That’s it? Anything else?”

Jiang Yu chuckled hoarsely, grasping her slender ankle and sliding her foot upward.

The pointed toe of her heel rested against his handsome face.

“Queen, step here instead. Feels even better.”

Su Ci instinctively pressed down—he practically lit up with excitement, voice thick with desire.

“Don’t you think I’m burning hotter tonight? Feverish.”

“I wanted this from the moment I met you.”

“I was the one crying wolf that night. But really—what kind of Cinderella leaves behind a shoe that seductive? When I used it to leave a mark, all I could think was: step on me.”

“…Yeah, harder.”

“Almost forgot—thank you. Consider this my belated gratitude.”

“…Excuse me?”

He’d lied to her—yet now he was enjoying himself?

“You need to be punished.”

“However you want, my queen.”

Su Ci yanked him closer by the neck, nails digging into his burning skin, voice cold and commanding.

“Lick.”

Still on his knees, Jiang Yu leaned in, swallowing hard.

“As you command, my queen.”

Or more accurately—

Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty.