Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 41

In front of the stove, Shang He wore a plaid apron that made him look warm and domestic. With practiced ease, he thickened the sauce and poured it over the stuffed eggplants, coating them in a glossy, delicious sheen.

Hmm… There really wasn’t enough variety in Jie’s kitchen. One of these days, he’d go shopping himself and let her truly witness his abilities.

Would she ruffle his hair and gently praise him for being amazing?

Steam from the pot rose to his forehead, and Shang He couldn’t help but imagine it was Jie’s warm palm. His peach-blossom eyes narrowed in a dazed, lovestruck haze, even though the feeling was nothing alike.

Then suddenly, something cool and damp pressed against his temple. He snapped out of his fantasy with a jolt, turning to find the girl beside him, standing on tiptoe and gently wiping the sweat from his face with a damp towel.

The flush on Shang He’s face, already red from the heat, deepened several shades.

His gaze darted everywhere except at her.

“Jie… Jie, please don’t do that…”

Even though he secretly liked it, she was always doing things that felt too ambiguous, too intimate—things that made him both yearn and fear he was imagining it all.

After all, she was so dazzling, and he had absolutely nothing.

Su Ci ignored his protest. She slowly finished wiping his sweat, tossed the towel into the trash, then tilted her head and smiled lightly.

“Didn’t you say I should taste it? Feed me.”

Feed… her?

Did he hear that right?

Shang He’s heart slammed against his chest, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. His right hand trembled slightly as he picked up a shrimp ball and slowly brought it to her soft, rosy lips.

He wanted to…

He wanted to kiss her.

Just eat her up.

Who told her to keep teasing him like this?

Realizing where his thoughts were going, Shang He panicked and stepped back, terrified that these dark, over-the-line fantasies would somehow materialize around Jie. He wasn’t a creep.

He would never force her to do anything.

He would pursue her openly and honorably.

Because of that small retreat, the shrimp ball nearly fell. Su Ci leaned forward just a bit and caught the pepper, letting her tongue curl the shrimp ball into her mouth with practiced ease.

Pinned against the corner of the counter, Shang He froze, not knowing what to do. In those few seconds, all the inappropriate thoughts he had just shoved away came rushing back.

Her tongue looked so soft.

It had to feel amazing.

Shang He suddenly envied that plate of shrimp and green peppers.

“Mm, perfect. This is the best shrimp ball with peppers I’ve ever had. The plating is beautiful too—great color, aroma, and taste. My Shang He did an amazing job.”

My… My Shang He?!

That was already the second time she’d used that phrasing.

Shang He looked up nervously, trying to catch some hint of emotion on her face—but she remained calmly gentle, the kind of praise you’d give a child who scored full marks on a test.

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

During dinner, he chomped down on the shrimp balls with quiet fury, channeling his vague anger into the innocent food.

Why?!

Why did she put more effort into praising the dish than she did him?

“Hm? You don’t like shrimp balls?”

Su Ci picked up a piece of stuffed eggplant and placed it on his plate. The rich sauce soaked into the glistening rice grains, making the dish look mouthwatering, but Shang He just stared at her hand in a daze.

She… she picked food for him.

That must mean she had been watching him closely—noticed he wasn’t enjoying the shrimp.

Jie was so thoughtful.

In an instant, all his gloom lifted.

After dinner, Shang He took the initiative to clear the table, wash, disinfect, and dry the dishes. He even hummed a cheerful tune as he worked.

Upstairs, Su Ci set up a small corner in the study just for him.

It would be a space for songwriting, and since the villa was a standalone unit, he could sing and play instruments without worrying about disturbing neighbors—so long as he didn’t get too loud.

Shang He placed his damaged violin on the stand. In the rush of moving, he hadn’t questioned why his manager’s house would have a violin stand in the first place.

Su Ci examined the damage carefully. It wasn’t too bad. The violin wasn’t his most expensive one, but it had been with him the longest.

She made a note to call a luthier to have it repaired.

Just as she finished the call, there was a soft knock on the door.

A clean, clear voice sounded from outside.

“Jie? Can I come in?”

“The door’s not locked. Come in.”

Shang He poked his head through the door, carrying a plate of neatly sliced watermelon. The moment he saw her, he broke into a silly grin.

“Jie, have some fruit to help with digestion. I also brought yogurt and milk—which one do you like better?”

Su Ci chuckled and teased him.

“You’re so hardworking. Are you a violinist or a nutritionist?”

Shang He blinked shyly.

“Both.”

“I’m staying here rent-free, so I can only repay you through labor. Jie, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow? Make sure to tell me in advance.”

Since Shang He didn’t know much about being an entertainer, Su Ci began teaching him how to register for basic social media accounts.

“You can use these to interact with fans, share your daily life, promote your work… As a public figure, your words have weight. Understand?”

Shang He nodded obediently and drafted a simple text-only Weibo post. Before posting, he showed it to her for review:

Today, I signed with my manager Jie and even got taken in by her. I’m pretty sure this is the happiest day of my twenty-something years.

Su Ci didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“It’s too detailed. Once you have fans, every single word will be dissected. There will always be haters looking for something to attack—don’t post like this.”

She deleted the first part, leaving only:

“I’m pretty sure this is the happiest day of my twenty-something years.”

Then she took a quick photo of him.

No fancy angles. No beauty filter.

Yet he still looked crisp and stunning from every direction, with a hint of innocent surprise on his face.

As she hit “post,” Su Ci felt a flash of regret—maybe she’d made her boyfriend look too photogenic.

Shang He had no idea what she was thinking.
He touched his face nervously.

Was that expression… bad? Did Jie think he wasn’t attractive enough?

Clearly, his plan to earn money needed to be accelerated.

He would secretly start getting aesthetic treatments to look better.

After washing up and returning to his room, Shang He rolled around in bed, the scent on the sheets and pillows matching Jie’s faint, comforting fragrance.

He quietly locked the door, opened Weibo like a guilty thief, rewrote the deleted lines, and reposted them with visibility set to “Only Me.”

Then came Douyin, Kuaishou, Xiaohongshu…

Everything about Jie—she was what he wanted to document most.

Shang He couldn’t help but think darkly: if one day these records were exposed…

Would Jie be furious?

Because the obedient, professional artist in her eyes had been secretly longing for her from the very beginning—coveting her.

But what if… they really did end up together?

If he chose just the right moment to go public…

Just imagining everyone learning that he belonged to her—Jie’s personal property—made his scalp tingle with excitement. His blood ran hot.

As he tossed and turned, messing up the sheets and pillows, his hand brushed against something soft and furry beneath the mattress.

He pulled gently at the edge of fur, curiosity piqued.

A pair of fuzzy gray-black cat ears.

They had little bells stitched into the inner lining. A soft flick sent out a delicate jingling sound that echoed in his ears.

“…Meow?”

Nope. Absolutely not.

He shoved the cat ears under the pillow and covered them immediately.

Why had he even touched the bell?

What was that strange noise?

Jie’s room was just next door.

What if she heard and thought he was secretly doing something… inappropriate?

No, no, no—he had to go find Jie and explain right away.

Little Hezi: Finally, another excuse to go see Jie! Woohoo!