Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 27

Sinister thoughts bloomed in Rongxue’s mind like his tentacles—one after another, growing wildly out of control.

But before he could piece together a proper monster-slaying plan, his wife’s soft palm gently pressed down, stuffing those restless thoughts—and tentacles—right back into his body.

“Doesn’t Rongxue want to try some rib soup made by his wife?”

Ah… Oh! Yes! He wanted it—so badly!

Rongxue had always assumed he lacked the five senses and didn’t need food. But in that moment, realization struck him—

Turns out, he could feel hunger. He just hadn’t eaten anything his wife cooked before!

The old lady suddenly stopped crying. Her weary eyes reddened, and her dry, calloused hands twitched slightly—then retracted into her apron.

But the next second, the impossibly beautiful girl in front of her reached out and gently held her callused hands. Her warmth wrapped around the old woman like spring.

“Grandma, your soup smells amazing. Could you teach me how to make it? Being able to cook such a wonderful meal is really impressive. It would be an honor to learn from you.”

The old lady froze for a moment, then broke into a smile and led Su Ci into the kitchen.

“If my sweet girl likes it, Grandma will cook for you every day. A different dish every meal. Whatever you want, Grandma will make it…”

Su Ci remembered the mission and sincerely added, “Just a bowl of pot-washing water will do.”

The old lady instantly frowned, both distressed and affectionate.
“Silly child, you must’ve suffered a lot out there, haven’t you?”

“Not at all, Grandma. Please don’t worry,” Su Ci answered truthfully.

While picking vegetables, the old woman muttered,
“What a well-behaved child. If only you were my granddaughter… Don’t be afraid. Grandma will take care of you.”

In the background, the security guard was still chopping ribs in the kitchen. The axe slammed rhythmically against the cutting board.

In a horror instance like this, ribs usually didn’t mean anything good.

But as Su Ci walked closer, she saw they came from some unknown carnivorous creature—four legs neatly stacked—not human ribs as she’d feared.

This soup-loving old lady was just a pitiful housewife. Her decades of life buried in laundry and cooking.

But her husband didn’t love her. Her children looked down on her. Her grandchildren didn’t understand her. When she was bedridden with a serious illness, they all chose to stop treatment.

Before her body was even cold, her eighty-something husband used the money saved from her medical care to throw a lavish wedding with his highly educated first love.

He rekindled their old flame.

The wedding couplet read:
“After thirty years apart, the swallows take flight once more. No love letter can capture the pain of longing.”

On the seventh night after her death, the old lady appeared in a dream to question her husband, only to be mocked and ridiculed:

“You were just a worn-out old hag who only knew how to cook and clean. I was sick of you long ago. What makes you think you’re comparable to her?”

Soon after, the man’s entire family died under mysterious circumstances, and the Desire Mirage instance gained a new resident—an old lady who insisted on feeding guests rib soup.

Her lingering obsession—the reason she was trapped in the instance—was to have her efforts recognized.

Su Ci remembered the original text. At this point in the story, the heroine had misunderstood and thought the old lady was feeding her human ribs. In a panic, she intentionally spilled the soup, failing the mission.

And the punishment for failure? Being axed to death by the security guard.

At that time, the male lead hadn’t yet become Rongxue, but he predicted the guard’s actions in advance and drove him out of the villa.

The heroine had scolded him as cold and cruel, accusing him of venting his anger on the innocent.

When he asked her how he was supposed to make amends, she said that even the old lady feeding the monsters should be driven out.

Two days after the old woman left, Xu Siwei couldn’t take it anymore. She was a pampered heiress who had never so much as washed a bowl in her life and didn’t know how to cook.

But she still had to eat. With no food, she could only drink melted snow.

The male lead had offered himself for her to eat—but Xu Siwei called him a pervert. After a heated argument, she stormed out of the villa, ignoring the mission.

Soon after, when she ran into a fanged brown bear in the snowy mountains, she fled back in terror and accused the male lead of deliberately preventing her escape.

She believed he had sent the bears to scare her.

And so the cycle repeated: Siwei would leave, only to return again and again. Even though she had promised to stay with the male lead forever to fulfill her desires, she never truly meant it.

She lacked the strength to leave the Mid-Mountain Villa. Her “escapes” were merely emotional manipulation to force the male lead into submission.

Every time Xu Siwei left, the male lead would make it snow heavily.

Every time she returned, he would become her cheerful milk blob again.

After enduring this cycle of hot and cold for too long, the male lead finally snapped. He imprisoned Xu Siwei by his side—through day and night, meals and sleep, never letting her leave.

To be exact, it was Xu Siwei who had trapped herself.

She had failed too many missions. If she left him, the other monsters in the instance would punish her.

Su Ci recalled the details of the original story and realized that Rongxue was the classic “pretending to be chill” type of monster—also known as the one who suffers silently until he breaks.

Take earlier, for example—he didn’t want her helping the old lady cook, so his big, round eyes spun in circles, pitiful and aggrieved.

Thinking of this, Su Ci skimmed the foam off the soup and reached into her pocket to knead the little snow blob who was sulking from being ignored.

Huff huff huff… feels so good.

What was this? His wife’s fingers! So warm and delicate. He took a little suck.

So soft! So sweet! ⊙▽⊙！

Sluuuurp… muah muah muah!

…

Meanwhile, Xu Siwei was making her way toward the hot spring hotel.

It was a path filled with thorny bushes and steep terrain—far worse than the deathly snowfields of Blizzard Night.

In her previous life, she’d been chased for miles by a green-eyed two-headed snake. After stepping on bird eggs, she’d lost handfuls of hair to furious magpies.

What enraged her most was that the monster trailing her never once helped—only showing up when she was already in mortal danger.

That thing had only treated her like a toy. And yet it claimed it couldn’t live without her?

Real love means letting go.
That cold, calculating monster only kept her trapped for his own selfish desires!

Just imagining Qin Jin being chased by snakes and birds and eventually imprisoned… made Xu Siwei smile a little.

But she would never admit she was jealous of her best friend Qin Jin.

She had the better family, grades, looks, and brains—why had Qin Jin cleared the instance in their last life while she got stuck in this hellhole?

Qin Jin had better hurry up and find that monster. She’d left behind a detailed guide—it had been an hour already, that should be enough.

Xu Siwei didn’t want to go to any creepy hot spring hotel and deal with a bunch of freakish monsters.

As long as the monster appeared and wiped them all out with a wave of his hand, she could pass the instance and go home.

The B-rank clearance condition was to eliminate all monsters in the residential zone—earning massive rewards.

Having lived this life once before, Xu Siwei knew: B-rank clearance gave a full 10,000 points—enough to trade for real-world items and become absurdly rich.

She could even rule a small country—perhaps one famous for its kimchi.

That thought made her grin wider and wider.

She didn’t even notice what she’d stepped on—

It was an ant nest, built by a swarm of mutated “ants.”

The dark red soil was loose and fuzzy, formed by countless granules rising up from the ground like plush velvet.

Xu Siwei’s trypophobia nearly triggered.
“What the hell?! What filthy thing is this—ugh, so gross! AHHHH HELP ME!”

Beside the nest lay a rotting corpse.

As her fear level spiked, Xu Siwei’s perception distorted.

The bright flowers now had skull-like faces. The ants turned into centipedes. The corpse opened its maggot-infested mouth and lunged at her, relentless.

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