Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 40

Yes, the company did have employee dorms—but the kind meant for completely unknown newcomers: basic four-person rooms with bunk beds, desks underneath, and communal showers.

Su Ci had never once considered letting Shang He share a room with others.

After all, she had a strong possessive streak and couldn’t accept her boyfriend revealing too much of himself to strangers.

Especially when some men had questionable intentions, and Shang He just happened to have the kind of face that attracted both genders.

Now that Shang He brought it up, she figured she should at least pretend to be reasonable, so he’d think his manager was fair and democratic.

“There is one, but I’d rather you not live so far away. The dorm’s conditions are poor, and you never know—some troubled artists might lead you astray.”

Shang He lowered his head, looking both embarrassed and disheartened.
In a soft voice, he said, “But… Jie, I don’t have any money to rent a place. But don’t worry, I’ll work hard and take my job seriously!”

If those people in the dorm were “bad” in Jie’s eyes, then he’d ignore them completely!

His parents had already warned him: if he couldn’t make something of himself, they’d drag him back into the company to take over the family business.
Even though he loved music, he’d never really dreamed of becoming a celebrity.

But to his parents, only profit mattered.
Even with his older brother already a top player in the business world, they were never satisfied.

Su Ci’s gentle voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

“I see… but I’m still not comfortable with that. How about staying at my place? You can defer rent for now.”

Shang He’s eyes flew wide open in shock.
His cheeks turned red so fast it was visible, and his scrambled brain could only nod like a woodpecker.

“Thank you, Jie…”

“Cough… Wouldn’t that be a little inappropriate…”

“It’s already after work hours! Jie, let’s hurry home—I’ll cook dinner for you, you’ve got to try my cooking…”

In his heart, Shang He swore: once he started earning, every penny would go toward her. He’d take her to the most luxurious restaurants, buy her the most beautiful clothes…

Because when he was down and out, like a drenched stray dog, she was the only one who saw his worth—she even brought him home to keep him out of the storm.

His parents were right—money was important.

Right now, he had none.
He didn’t even dare confess his feelings, afraid it would come off as shamefully inappropriate.

Far away at Shang Corporation headquarters, Shang Yi was also thinking about this issue.

The idea of his pampered, spoiled younger brother crammed into a dorm with three other guys was absurd.

Just as he was about to allocate funds to improve housing at Xingteng, his long-suffering assistant Xiao Yang arrived with an update.

“Yes, President Shang, it’s been resolved. Second Young Master is now living with his manager—that really beautiful woman.”

Enough. He’d heard enough.
Workhorses like him didn’t need to be force-fed dog food. He already had two servings a day—he was going to get sick from the sweetness.

But seriously—how was this fair?

The Second Young Master, a guy whose love life was a black hole thanks to his obsession with violins, cellos, pianos, and guqins, suddenly leveled up like this?

He didn’t even envy the President for having a girlfriend—after all, the man was rich and powerful.
But the Second Young Master was practically bankrupt, and still got scooped up by a beauty?!

Elsewhere, after throwing a tantrum, Song Weijiao finally managed to snatch Yan Zhiyan and Qu Tongzhou—both of whom had been eyed by Manager Xu—and sign them under her name.

She didn’t think she was doing anything wrong.
In her past life, both had been under her management. She had poured her heart into grooming them into A-listers. This was her rightful due.

Manager Kai gave Xu-jie a thumbs-up.
“Sis, you’re still the calm one. She’s stolen talents before. If it were me, I wouldn’t have let her off so easy.”

Xu-jie just shrugged.
“There are plenty of promising rookies. No need to get bitten by a mad dog. If she wants them, let her have them. They won’t make any waves anyway.”

Everyone knew Song Weijiao had a notorious temper, and Xu-jie didn’t want unnecessary drama.

There was even a previous case—a young male actor she’d tried to steal.
He had a childhood sweetheart for a girlfriend, and Xu-jie had originally planned to hone his acting skills and train him up properly.

But Song Weijiao insisted he break up, then shoved him onto a talent show.
Unsurprisingly, his votes were suppressed by capital, and after the show, he was hit with scandals and career-ending rumors.

Now, no one remembered him.

Yan Zhiyan herself was extremely unhappy about being snatched.
She was worried about retaliation but couldn’t afford to fight back. Frustrated, she signed the contract reluctantly.

Qu Tongzhou, on the other hand, seemed thrilled.
He felt he had more in common with a younger manager, who better understood his goals and direction.

Besides, compared to Xu-jie, Song Weijiao was actually quite pretty—and he couldn’t help feeling a little tempted.

After the two had signed, Song Weijiao immediately began criticizing them.

“You two—your appearances are way below standard. In this industry, you won’t even make a ripple.”

Having seen Su Ci and Shang He earlier, she found these two even more disappointing.
How had they regressed in looks after nearly ten years?

“Go book all the top beauty treatments. Skin tightening and lifting are non-negotiable. Especially you, Yan Zhiyan—you’d better see a professional for some subtle facial work.”

“Qu Tongzhou, what’s your deal? You’re in your twenties but look like a greasy uncle. No abs? What’ll you do when you need to show arms or legs on screen?”

“Sign up for an express body-sculpting course. You both need etiquette and posture training. Remember—you’re future queen and king material. Don’t mess it up!”

She was about to continue when her assistant Tang Tian timidly interjected.

“Sister Song, we don’t really have the budget for all that… Everything you just listed…”

Some of those spa treatments—she’d never even heard of. A quick search showed each session cost thousands.
For rookies who hadn’t even debuted yet? It seemed excessive.

Song Weijiao frowned, annoyed.
“You can’t even handle such a small task? What kind of assistant are you?”

She thought of her past-life assistant Linda—a PhD from overseas, quick, decisive, and professional. Anything she touched got done perfectly.

Tang Tian was on the verge of tears.
How could she possibly get all that done? Even if she came from money, she couldn’t.

“Sister Song, I really didn’t…”

“Forget it. Go to HR and resign. I’ll hire a new assistant. No need for you to keep struggling here.”

Tang Tian had had enough.
“But I didn’t even do anything wrong! The company assigned me to you, and you don’t even pay me. What right do you have to fire me?”

She was clearly being unreasonable!

Song Weijiao snapped back.
“Didn’t you screw up? That crucial interview this morning—why didn’t you deliver the materials on time?”
“I almost missed two top-tier prospects. Can you take responsibility for that?”

Tang Tian’s eyes filled with tears. She stormed out of the office, wiping them away.

She truly couldn’t understand—how could someone twist the facts so brazenly?

Yan Zhiyan scoffed.
Even if this woman had called her ugly, she had to admit—Song Weijiao did have an eye.
At least she appreciated her unique voice and singing style.

If she thought she had what it took to be a queen, maybe enduring her wouldn’t be too bad.

Qu Tongzhou was even more confident.
Sure, being insulted had stung, but harsh truths were still truths.
And if his manager believed he had the makings of an award-winning actor, he was willing to let it slide.

Unlike other spoiled rich kids, Shang He actually knew his way around the kitchen.
He loved both music and the small joys of daily life—cooking included.

Even though his parents always called it a “waste of time.”

But he loved it.

As the smell of food wafted out from the kitchen, Su Ci quietly stashed away the things in the guest room—handcuffs, ankle restraints, fluffy cat ears, and a few other rather unusual items.

“Jie? Jie! Come taste this—see if the seasoning’s right. The stir-fried shrimp with green peppers is almost done!”

“Mm, coming.”