Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 37

Disclaimer: This silly author doesn’t work in showbiz or follow celebrities. The story world is purely fictional—please don’t take it seriously. Assume singers and actors can date, but idols can’t or their careers will collapse. All works mentioned are fictional. Any resemblance is coincidental. Don’t cause drama (dog-head emoji for safety).

Xingteng Era Media

“Sister Song? Sister Song? Are you even listening to me?”

Behind the desk, the woman in a fitted blazer looked sharp and polished—but her gaze was vacant, fixed on the now-empty glass in her hand.

Her assistant, Tang Tian, assumed she was just thirsty and reached for the thermos to pour her some water. But the woman didn’t hold the glass steady—boiling water spilled across the desk.

The steaming liquid trickled down and soaked her skirt. With a startled cry, Song Weijiao shot up from her chair as if burned.

“Careless! Is this how you work? If this happens again, pack your things and leave!”

“I’m so sorry, Sister Song. It was my mistake—please don’t be angry.”

Tang Tian quickly wiped up the water and tidied the desk before presenting a printed document.

“These are the profiles of the new applicants. Please take a look. We’ll just need you to pick someone to sign off on. Brother Kai and Sister Xu already approved theirs.”

Tang Tian was just a junior assistant—she didn’t dare pressure Song Weijiao, so she subtly hinted that if they delayed any longer, the good candidates would be taken.

After all, the artists under Sister Song were mostly flops. The two with a bit of popularity had just terminated their contracts last month. She needed fresh blood.

But the moment Song Weijiao glanced at the resume, her pupils contracted. Goosebumps covered her skin, and cold sweat broke out across her back.

It wasn’t just a resume. It looked like a stack of death warrants.

Smack!

She knocked the documents off the desk. Sheets of paper fluttered across the floor. Stepping over them in high heels, she tossed out a curt sentence:

“I don’t care who signs them, but it won’t be me. Don’t bother me with this again. I’ve got things to do.”

Tang Tian was speechless.

All she had left was one minor idol caught in scandal and currently shelved. What was she even busy with?

Xingteng operated on a performance-based system. If Sister Song’s numbers stayed at the bottom this quarter, she’d be fired.

Just as Tang Tian was about to pick up the papers, her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the message, eyes widening in shock. She rushed out after Song Weijiao, clutching a particular page tightly.

In the hallway, Song Weijiao stared at her phone’s date and time in disbelief.

She had… been reborn.

Reborn on the exact day she signed Shang He as her artist.

Before she could process it, Tang Tian caught up like cling wrap and shoved a sheet of paper into her hands.

The snowy white page was now smeared with the print of her high heel.

Panting and stumbling over her words, Tang Tian said breathlessly,
“Sister Song, the company—it’s been bought out! The new owners gave explicit orders to sign this guy. Doesn’t matter who does it.”

Song Weijiao frowned. Bought out? That never happened in her previous life.

What spoiled rich kid was playing investor now? To throw money at a mid-tier entertainment company like this?

She looked down. Two bold characters stared back at her: Shang He.
Beside it, a blue-background ID photo.

The moment she saw the full face, Tang Tian gasped.

“Oh my god, this guy is gorgeous! No wonder the backer wanted us to sign him. Buying the whole company was worth it! He’s a walking traffic magnet!”

But Song Weijiao felt ice crawl down her spine. Her fingers clenched, wrinkling the paper until—rip—the A4 sheet tore clean in half.

Shang He.
Of course she knew him.

In her past life, she had been fooled by that deceptively angelic face. She thought he’d at least bring home a Best Actor trophy.

But what was the reality?

With a face that should have gone viral, Shang He flopped so hard he hit bedrock. The only time his name popped up online was when people ranked good-looking celebrities.

She gave him scripts—he refused to read them. His acting was atrocious. Audiences hated him.

She enrolled him in variety shows—he verbally destroyed every host and guest, then sprayed venom on the viewers too.

She even arranged a fake scandal with a trending female star—he announced their relationship, forcing her to issue a clarification and tanking her already rocky career.

Shang He wasn’t a qualified entertainer.
All he cared about was his lofty but worthless “music” and being a useless parasite in the industry.

Tang Tian didn’t know what she was thinking and gently urged,
“Sister Song, let’s hurry and sign him. With his looks and the backer’s support, he’s a guaranteed top-tier celeb!”

Sister Song shot her a cold look, crumpled the paper, and tossed it into the trash.

“Forget it. I will never sign him. He’ll never make it big. Whoever signs him is doomed. Push this again, and I’ll fire you.”

She walked away, heels clacking on the floor.

Shang He really would stop at nothing just to trap her again.

In the previous life, he was a rich second-gen—yet he pretended to be poor in front of her to win her sympathy.

He hid his identity so he wouldn’t have to spend money on his girlfriend?

While other rich kids gifted cars and villas, he gave her obscure love songs no one ever heard of—cheap and pathetic.

Once he realized the act wasn’t working, he went back to the Shang family and took over their empire—then showed his true colors.

He replaced all her artists. Forced her to arrange press events and appearances.

A total joke. A washed-up nobody of a singer trying to tell her, a gold-tier agent, how to do her job?

And now, he was pulling the same trick. She refused to sign him, so what did he do? Bought out the company just to force her hand.

This time, she wouldn’t fall for it.

…

On the third floor of Xingteng, there was a training studio designated for trainees. Occasionally, it was also used for artist auditions.

Su Ci had just joined the agency as a brand-new manager. Since she didn’t yet represent anyone, company policy required her to sign at least one client.

But if she only signed one and failed to meet performance goals… she’d still get fired.

Inside the training room, a group of hopefuls were preparing for their auditions—both men and women, around a dozen in total, all quite attractive.

But the moment Su Ci walked in, everyone froze.

Their initial expressions were guarded. Then came the dazed smiles. One by one, they greeted her shyly.

It’s fine! Totally fine! Being outshined by such a gorgeous sister is an honor. If we could be her coworkers? Even better!

Thinking that made their nerves skyrocket. Someone sang completely off-key, and another tripped during a dance routine.

Only one boy in the corner, playing the violin, stayed calm. His eyes remained shut, lashes casting quiet shadows over sharp cheekbones.

The melody was beautiful—sometimes wild and free, other times deep and resonant. It clearly echoed the turmoil in the player’s heart.

When Su Ci was visibly drawn in, a few of the dancing boys deliberately moved closer, flashing bashful grins.

“Jie-jie, are you here to audition too?”