Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 227

After being sternly warned by Jiang Jibai, Sang Miaozhu was still confused. Her plans had completely fallen apart. She returned to her boyfriend, Shen Ruixuan, looking dazed and defeated.

Shen Ruixuan was in the middle of chatting with an investor.

When she wrapped her arm around Shen Ruixuan’s elbow, the investor’s lecherous eyes immediately latched onto her, shamelessly roaming over the exposed cleavage and slit of her dress.

That greasy, serpentine gaze made Sang Miaozhu’s skin crawl.

She turned away in disgust, not noticing that Shen Ruixuan had taken a wine glass from the investor and was now gently coaxing her to take a sip.

The banquet officially began with Chairman Jiang and his wife taking the stage to give a welcome speech. Most importantly, they introduced their long-lost biological son—Jiang Jibai.

Sang Miaozhu stared at the dignified man on stage, thinking of how he’d defended Su Ci but treated her with such indifference. Her teeth clenched involuntarily.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely sipped the wine—just a taste. It was too bitter to swallow, so she discreetly spit it back into the glass.

Shen Ruixuan didn’t notice. Thinking she’d taken a sip, he exchanged a knowing glance with the investor. Both men smiled in silent understanding.

Then came Jiang Jibai’s adoptive mother.

When Sang Miaozhu saw her, it was like being struck by lightning. Her ears rang. Her face went ghostly pale, and she nearly collapsed on the spot, barely staying upright by leaning on Shen Ruixuan.

How could it be Pei Yunhan and Qin Yurong?!

The Pei family—wealthy enough to rank in the global top three—and that was Jiang Yu’s biological family? How could she possibly accept a plot twist like that?

Fake. It had to be fake.

Just because Pei Yunhan was Jiang Yu’s biological father didn’t mean he was also Jiang Jibai’s adoptive father. If it were really such a perfect comeback story, why hadn’t Jiang Yu dared show his face?

Lying to herself like this brought her a brief moment of solace.

After the banquet, she and Shen Ruixuan headed to a luxury hotel. As always, things quickly escalated to the bedroom—burning hot passion and unrestrained lust.

But in the haze of lust, she suddenly felt something strange—like a spare tire around “Shen Ruixuan’s” waist.

Wait. Shen Ruixuan wasn’t this fat… And his voice sounded off… Something felt very wrong.

She hadn’t drunk much and was still clear-headed after the earlier shock.

Sang Miaozhu tore off her eye mask—and screamed.

The greasy, pudgy face above her was the investor’s.

She grabbed a flower vase from the bedside table and smashed it onto his head.

Bang! Blood gushed from the wound.

Sang Miaozhu hurriedly threw her clothes back on and stumbled out of the room.

It felt like someone had gouged a hole in her chest. Something filthy and rusted was turning inside her heart, making her nauseous with pain.

If she still didn’t get it now, she’d be a complete fool.

The warning signs she’d overlooked all pieced together into one horrifying conclusion—

That overly familiar investor, the strange-tasting chocolates and cocktails, the eye-mask kink Shen Ruixuan insisted on after the banquet…

Shen Ruixuan had sold her out like some cheap whore.

Shaking with rage and humiliation, she dialed Shen Ruixuan’s number over and over. No one picked up. Then finally, one call went through.

Heavy, moaning breaths filled the line.

“Ruixuan, slow down! What’s the rush? Can’t your girlfriend satisfy you?”

Her blood ran cold.

The woman’s voice was sticky and flirtatious—oddly familiar, though she couldn’t place it at first.

Then Shen Ruixuan confirmed it.

“Tong-jie, don’t mention her. That used-up plaything passed around by old men—I don’t want her. She’s filthy. She’ll never compare to you.”

Wu Tong cooed, “You do have some conscience. If it weren’t for me helping you plan everything, you wouldn’t have the fame or status you have now. I spoil you…”

Listening to their filthy pillow talk, Sang Miaozhu’s face twisted in fury. Her nails dug so deep into her palms they drew blood.

Her feet still ached from the night before.

Su Ci had refused to let Pei Yu sleep in the bed for three days.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in the bedroom—but somehow, he’d climbed in through the balcony window just to sleep on the floor next to her.

“Still sore? Come here, baby, let me kiss it better. I’ll blow on it, okay?”

Pei Yu knelt beside the bed, eyes gleaming with intensity.

He swallowed hard, remembering the pile of anklets and nail polishes he’d just ordered. His gaze darkened.

Su Ci gave him a firm kick.

Look, fine. But don’t drool on my feet.

Could look, couldn’t touch. The frustration gnawed at Pei Yu like fire. But he had his ways. That same day, he ordered a pack of herbal foot soak, claiming he wanted to be a good servant to his Queen.

How far he’d “wash” her feet, though—that wasn’t something he could control.

A servant who didn’t seize the opportunity to earn favors wasn’t a real servant.

Su Ci was lounging in a hanging chair, soaking up the sun and binging her drama, when Ke Hua called.

Pei Yu was kneeling at her feet, giving her a pedicure.

Her tiny, delicate foot barely sweated. It stayed soft and fragrant all day. Her round toes gleamed with cat-eye nail polish.

“Queen! Have you seen the hot search?! Holy crap, it’s explosive! I didn’t sleep all night!”

“What happened? I haven’t checked.”

Ke Hua’s excitement hit a fever pitch.

“That bitch Wu Tong—remember her? Her artist just got exposed! Turns out he was sleeping with multiple rich women and men!”

“Back then, Shen Ruixuan was someone she poached from my company! Serves them right! Everyone online’s trashing them—so satisfying!”

“And his girlfriend? She outed them herself! But then Shen Ruixuan turned around and leaked their sex tapes in revenge!”

Ke Hua gasped. “City folks play wild, huh? You’ll never guess how crazy it gets. I’m sending you the uncensored HQ pics—”

Pei Yu’s expression grew darker and darker.

When he heard Ke Hua mention sharing high-res images, his fury exploded. He snatched the phone, blocked and deleted Ke Hua in one clean move, and shut the phone off.

Su Ci teased, “Don’t be petty. Let me see?”

Pei Yu scowled. “What’s there to see? Just trashy foreplay. It’s not like we haven’t done worse. I don’t want my Queen getting an eye infection from these old men.”

“That wasn’t foreplay…”

Su Ci stepped on his shoulder and leaned down to press a kiss on his tightly pursed lips.

“It’s already at the ‘training’ stage.”

Sang Miaozhu exposed Wu Tong and Shen Ruixuan online.

She hadn’t expected that pulling one weed would uncover the whole garden. Turns out, Shen Ruixuan had been serving over a dozen sugar daddies and mommies—male and female, old and young, he didn’t care.

Only now did she realize how Shen Ruixuan had landed that triple Best Actor title.

Men could climb faster than women when it came to shortcuts. Front, back—he used everything.

Wu Tong and Shen Ruixuan were both dropped by their agencies. Their careers were over.

But she hadn’t expected Shen Ruixuan to still have their bed photos—trying to drag her down too.

So many nights, she’d been sold by Shen Ruixuan for resources—then turned around and helped him count the money.

She’d already been a nobody with barely any fans. Even when her sex photos were leaked, the few netizens who saw it actually pitied her, comforted her.

That gave Sang Miaozhu a glimmer of hope.

She remembered the night she first met Jiang Yu.

Shen Ruixuan had drugged her back then.

So Jiang Yu compensating her afterward—it was because he found out the truth. He’d told her to cut ties with Wu Tong and Shen Ruixuan to protect her.

Everything… she’d misunderstood.

No—his name wasn’t Jiang Yu anymore. It was Pei Yu.

Just half a month ago, the Pei family held a press conference to announce that their lost son Pei Yu had returned—and was taking over the Pei Group.

That kind of behemoth family… no wonder they kept his identity hidden so well in the past life.

She thought of the black card and resources Pei Yu had given her before. Her dead heart caught fire again.

She regretted everything.

She wanted to get back together with Pei Yu.

This time, she’d behave. She’d be a quiet, obedient canary in his gilded cage.

Even if he never looked at her again, never touched her—it didn’t matter. She didn’t need his love. Just his resources, his connections, his black card.

She camped out under the Pei Group building, hoping to catch him.

But Pei Yu always came and went surrounded by bodyguards and assistants. No chance to get close.

Security eventually started chasing her off.

She tried DMing his fan account, only to get the same canned reply:

“Thank you for supporting our Queen. Verified fans can enjoy 10% off at all Pei Group malls.”

Desperate, she even pretended to be a hardcore fan for months just to win a lucky draw prize for a brief video call with him.

As soon as she mentioned meeting in private—blocked. Permanently.

Out of options, she began tracking his movements.

She stalked his hotel, drugged herself with alcohol, and tried to recreate that fateful night from the past.

She snuck up to the top floor via the fire escape. The entire level was Pei Yu’s private space.

But at the door—he was already there. Kissing another woman.

Tall and broad, his shadow swallowed the girl whole. His hands molded her waist like clay, making her tremble like a fish out of water.

“Pei Yu…”

“Mm? What is it, my Queen?”

His voice teased her through breathless kisses. Every move hit just the right spot, yet he pretended innocence, forcing her to say shameful, filthy things.

“You want me?”

“Call me husband, just once?”

“Just one time.”

Drunk and drugged, Sang Miaozhu’s body burned.

She was about to charge forward—when hotel security dragged her away. The door slammed in her face.

Bang.

Like all hope had been shut out with it.