Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 38

Su Ci shook her head gently and smiled.
“No, I’m Su Ci, a currently employed talent manager at Xingteng Era.”

“!!!”

She’s a manager?! And that pretty?!

They’d assumed she was another contestant—turns out she was a manager! That was better news than they could’ve hoped for.

The roomful of hopefuls got even more excited. They stopped rehearsing and crowded around her, their faces tinged with shy eagerness as they started asking one after another:

“Manager Su, could you sign me?”
“Can I be one of your artists?”
“Please consider me!”

In the noise, Shang He stopped playing. When he opened his eyes with a slight frown, the reflection of the girl before him flickered in his amber pupils—his gaze locked, stunned and dazed.

Heart pounding.

It was a feeling more powerful than any musical resonance he’d ever experienced. It surged through him, uncontainable.

Blood raced through his veins, his heart thundered in his chest, and though melodies bloomed and collided in his mind, for the first time ever… he didn’t write any of it down.

Thud!

His three-million-yuan violin fell to the ground.

Someone nearby almost got hit, yelped in fright, and after dodging, scolded him angrily:

“What’s wrong with you?! What if you hit Manager Su?”

“Sorry.” Shang He didn’t even blink, eyes locked on Su Ci. It was as if the broken violin wasn’t the treasured instrument he’d cherished for years.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?”

A manager?
She’s so young.

Suddenly, he panicked. What if Manager Su refused to sign him because of his reckless behavior just now?

Su Ci bent down to pick up the violin and handed it back to the boy in white shirt and black trousers, her eyes crinkling with a warm smile.
“You did startle me a little. And the violin broke… what a pity.”

To her surprise, Shang He and the others spoke in unison—

“It’s just a crappy violin.”

It almost hit Manager Su—being smashed to pieces would serve it right!

Manager Xu had just stepped through the doorway and happened to hear that. When she saw the finely crafted violin, her eyelid twitched hard.

A three-million-yuan violin… and they’re calling it junk? Want to hand it over to me instead?

Shang He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. His lips pressed tightly together.

He’d been kicked out by his parents.
No income. Nowhere to stay.
All he had was his ID and the violin that had been by his side for years.

He wanted to make it up to the manager he’d just startled. But right now, he could only hold onto that thought and wait until he earned enough to compensate her properly.

It’s over.
I really scared her. Now my chances of passing the audition are even lower.
Why was I so clumsy? I couldn’t even hold onto a light violin.

She must hate me now. Think I’m pathetic. Reject me completely.

These terrifying thoughts spiraled through his mind. His grip on the violin tightened unconsciously, his fingers digging deep into his palm, leaving red crescent marks.

But then Su Ci said:
“You scared me… so as compensation, be my artist. Sign with me, and never break the contract. Deal?”

Shang He looked up, shocked. His amber eyes shimmered like colored glass. His brain hadn’t even begun to process what she said, but his lips answered on instinct:

“I do!”

His tone was so serious, it felt like a wedding vow.

The other trainees: “……”

They all glared at Shang He enviously, again and again.

So he’s a schemer, huh?
They’d underestimated him. First he pretended to be aloof to catch the manager’s eye, then played the clumsy pretty boy to trigger her sympathy.

Damn it, he beat us to it!

Some considered copying him… but when they thought about possibly injuring Manager Su, they backed off.

Fine. We’ll just work hard and get into Xingteng. One day, we’ll have a chance to meet her again!

“Alright then,” Su Ci gently took hold of the boy’s still trembling left hand, “Let’s go. Once we sign the contract, you’ll be my artist.”

Shang He froze. The sting in his palm from earlier disappeared under the light touch of her fingers, replaced by a strange, tingling warmth.

His mind went blank.
Clutching the violin and bow, he followed Su Ci stiffly like a robot, arms and legs moving awkwardly as he walked.

Manager Xu watched them leave together, smiling with the fond expression of an aunt watching her niece fall in love.

Then, she abruptly sat bolt upright—panic hitting her.

Crap!
She forgot to warn little Su!

In the entertainment industry, getting too close to your artist was a huge red flag.

Especially an artist like Shang He, whose career would rely heavily on his looks. His female fans would be vicious. She couldn’t bear to see little Su get flamed online!

As Su Ci led Shang He out, they ran right into the late-arriving Song Weijiao.

“Sorry!”

Song Weijiao wasn’t in a good mood. Her tone was curt. She glanced up—only to be stunned silent by the girl’s beauty.

Gorgeous, elegant, flawless.

She hadn’t planned on coming. Not with Shang He around.

But after she’d left the building, it hit her—there were two extremely promising talents in this batch.

One would go on to win the Big Three film awards.
The other would become the queen of pop.

In her past life, Song Weijiao had made her name by signing them. They were her stepping stones to becoming a gold-tier manager.
Shang He… was her greatest failure.

So why should she throw away her future just because of him?

Didn’t he not want her signing anyone else?

Perfect. She’d sign someone right in front of his face and piss him off.

But the moment she saw that girl, Song Weijiao changed her mind.

In this industry, beauty was power. And this girl had it. Even if it meant risking another Shang He, she had to sign her.

That face alone was enough—she had to make her famous.

But… what was with this girl? She came to audition as an artist with her boyfriend?

Once she blew up, that would be instant gossip fodder. Didn’t she care about her career?

Within a second, a thousand thoughts flashed through Song Weijiao’s mind. In the end, she smiled politely and extended her hand.

“Hello, I’m Song Weijiao, a talent manager.”
“If you’re willing to sign under me, I’ll give you the best contracts and resources. I wouldn’t mind signing your boyfriend too…”

As she spoke, she glanced at the man beside her—and froze.

Her pupils contracted. The words died in her throat. Her face turned white.

Shang He.

Why is it him?!

She quickly averted her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

Don’t be fooled by his gentle, obedient demeanor—it was all an act. This man’s need for control was terrifying. Even his red sugar water had to be measured to the gram.

He had lied to her, manipulated her, and tried to control her entire life. She hated him with every fiber of her being. She wished he’d drop dead.

Su Ci shook her hand in return, noticing how cold the woman’s fingers were.

But from what she’d heard, it was Song Weijiao who had mistreated Shang He. Why was she the one looking scared?

She’d forced him into steamy roles for publicity, enrolled him in boundary-less variety shows, and had him fake scandals with popular actresses…
All of it had pushed him to the edge.

For someone with a spiritual obsession with purity like Shang He, it was devastating. His later music became deeply dark and melancholic.

As his manager, she never tapped into his talent for music, never gave him jobs that suited him—just kept forcing him down a path of quick fame.

So was Song Weijiao just obsessed with good looks? Every time she saw a pretty face, did she lose all professional sense and just chase fame?

But Shang He wasn’t innocent either. After inheriting his family’s business, he tried to force her into marriage and took control of every aspect of her life.

Su Ci didn’t agree with that either.

“Thank you,” Su Ci smiled. “But I’m not looking to become an artist. I just joined Xingteng last week as a manager—Su Ci.”

Then she glanced sideways at the cold-eyed Shang He, noticing his gaze lingering on Song Weijiao’s shoulder—the one that had bumped into Su Ci earlier.

“He’s the artist I signed. Shang He. A very talented and gifted… violinist.”