Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 260

[Good morning, Miss Su.]

[Your current mission is about to end. How would you rate your transmigration experience? Any suggestions for improvement? Destiny Modification System 005 is at your service.]

When Su Ci woke again, she didn’t land directly in a new story world but appeared in the transit station of the Destiny Modification System.

She calmly filled out the user feedback form, offering several seemingly minor but perfectly reasonable suggestions.

[Thank you for your feedback and continued support, Miss Su. We will keep upgrading and optimizing our system to provide you with an even better experience.]

“You’re welcome. Start the story transmission.”

On the massive 3D screen, System 005’s electronic eye flickered with hesitation. After a moment of internal struggle, it finally responded in a nervous, robotic tone.

[Apologies, Miss Su. The storyline cannot be transmitted just yet. May I borrow five minutes of your time?]

“Sure. Go ahead.”

[The system has received residual obsessions from male leads of various story worlds. To honor all of them as much as possible, their desires have been consolidated into a single, simple wish.]

[Would you be willing to enter one more story to help fulfill their final wish?]

Su Ci immediately caught the key detail.

“Male leads… plural?”

[Correct. All the male leads from every world you’ve experienced.]

“Can I know what their wish is?”

[Apologies. Due to confidentiality clauses, I can’t disclose that. You may freely choose to accept or decline.]

[Important reminder: If you choose to accept, there will be no storyline provided for the next world, and your memories of those male leads will be erased. It will be a fully immersive, integrated world.]

Su Ci didn’t even hesitate. “I accept.”

These possessive, obsessive, and borderline delusional men… who knew how many compromises and sacrifices they had made just to make this one final farewell possible?

Whatever their wish was, it would be difficult for her to say no.

Even if it meant staying in the novel worlds forever.

[Initiating transmission… Wishing you a pleasant journey.]

Since no storyline was provided, and her memories would be wiped during transit, Su Ci’s entry into this world felt entirely different from the others.

She didn’t see what happened the moment she agreed. The transit station was suddenly flooded with pink bubbles, and the wish progress bar in the center of the screen instantly shot to 100%.

System 005’s so-called “simple wish” was just this: for all the male leads to see her one last time—even if it was only as a side character in someone else’s story.

Chenxi Garden Residential Area.

At the small community fruit shop just outside the neighborhood, Su Ci was picking out a bag of fruit and some snacks.

She was just about to pay when a commotion broke out at the front of the line.

“Your staff stole two durian pods from my purchase.”

The man’s voice was clear and deep, refined even while arguing. He sounded polite but firm—unyielding without being overbearing.

His snow-white shirt was buttoned all the way to the top, the hem tucked neatly into pressed black slacks.

Tall, perfectly proportioned—better looking than the life-size cutout outside the phone shop next door.

The shop owner gave him a quick once-over, pegged him as a face-conscious, respectable type, and dismissed him impatiently. “That’s impossible! We cleaned them out completely—no extra fruit inside.”

The man lifted his eyes coolly and gave her a glance, then tapped a few times on his phone with long, elegant fingers.

“Are you sure you didn’t stash some durian?”

“No, no! Are you paying or not? It’s two hundred and eighty yuan. Hurry up and scan, don’t hold up the line.”

The man curled his lips into a small smile and paid.

“Fine.”

He placed the durian on the counter, stepped out of the line, crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall—his cold gaze locked onto the employee behind the counter.

Specifically, the durian husk she was trying to hide behind her.

The employee began to feel a chill run down her spine.

He looked like the kind of man who wouldn’t lift a finger at home, but here he was—more difficult to deal with than the nosiest neighborhood aunties.

All this over two pods of durian? It’s not even worth a few dozen bucks. Was it really worth making such a fuss?

Just then, another customer brought over a durian to be opened. The employee quickly took it, weighed it, and began slicing it open.

According to the boss’s rules, they were supposed to hide at least one pod from each fruit. Plus, the scale was rigged, so customers weren’t allowed to take durians home to weigh themselves.

But when the employee looked up, she saw the customer was an incredibly pretty young woman. When Su Ci smiled at her, the girl’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

So young and radiant—she must still be in college, right? These durians are expensive… It felt wrong to scam someone like her.

Still, the boss’s rules were the boss’s rules. After a moment’s hesitation, she quietly stashed one of the less noticeable pods inside the husk.

“Wait—there’s still some in here.”

The man from before suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the durian husk, and cracked it open at exactly the right spot, revealing the hidden pod and placing it into Su Ci’s plastic container.

The employee forced a laugh. “Oops, my bad. I must’ve missed it. Won’t happen again.”

The man packed the box, turned, and handed it to Su Ci.
“You see that? Don’t buy from this place again. It’s a scam shop with rigged scales.”

Su Ci blinked, then took the fruit container and thanked him.
“You’ve got sharp eyes. I wouldn’t have noticed without you.”

“No problem.”

A few other elderly customers in the store tossed their fruit back onto the tables and walked out, muttering curses. Clearly, they weren’t planning to shop there again.

The shop owner was furious, waving a broom at the man.
“You didn’t even buy anything! Get lost! Don’t hog my air conditioning and scare off my business!”

In the middle of the shoving match, police sirens wailed. A patrol car pulled up outside, and a few tall, uniformed officers stepped out.

The boss’s furious expression froze on her face.

The man calmly tucked his phone back into his pocket, looking innocent as could be.
“Officers, you saw everything, right?”

“According to the Public Security Penalty Law, anyone using physical force must compensate me for medical bills, lost wages, caregiver expenses, transportation fees, nutritional costs, and hospitalization meals…”

One item after another rolled off his tongue like a legal textbook. The shop owner’s eyes rolled back in shock.

Then he added, ever so casually—
“Also, under the Consumer Rights Protection Law, shortchanging customers is considered fraud. I demand triple compensation for the durian, and request that this dishonest shop be temporarily shut down for inspection.”

Thanks to his meticulous reporting, Su Ci ended up getting over 400 yuan in triple compensation.

Outside, next door to the fruit shop was her favorite bubble tea place. One of her roommates happened to be working there over summer break.

“Thanks for today. Can I treat you to a bubble tea?”

The man glanced at the bags in her hand, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. After a pause, he shook his head.

“No need. I don’t like owing people favors. But if you insist, I could give you a ride instead.”

She was carrying quite a bit—walking back would be annoying.

Su Ci’s arms were getting sore anyway, so she handed him the bags and pulled out her phone to order.
“Okay, I’ll grab the drinks. Wait for me a sec.”

When she came out with two drinks, she finally understood what he meant by “a ride.”

He was dressed like a business elite in a crisp shirt and slacks… and pedaling a bicycle like a pro.

The breeze he kicked up swept across Su Ci’s face, carrying a clean scent of laundry detergent that lingered softly in her nose.

“Which building are you in? I’ll drop you off downstairs.”

“14-8-6.”

She held onto his trim waist, her fingers accidentally brushing against his firm, well-toned abs—taut from the effort of pedaling. Surprisingly good to the touch.

“What a coincidence—I live just above you.”

“Really? That is a coincidence. I just moved in yesterday with a roommate…”

“You’re gonna carry all this up for me? Thanks! You’re really kind. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Mm. You’re welcome. It’s Shi Yan.”

With both hands full of groceries, Shi Yan walked ahead with steady, unhurried steps. His even tone made him feel composed and reliable.

He didn’t mention the even bigger coincidence.

He had also just moved into this complex yesterday.