Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 42

After checking his appearance several times, Shang He, wearing a thin and very tight bathrobe, finally knocked on the door.

Yes, you heard that right—a bathrobe. A woman’s bathrobe.

When his stepmother chased him out of the house with a feather duster, he didn’t even bring a single change of clothes. After showering, the clothes he wore were thrown into the wash.

But in hindsight, maybe this was a blessing in disguise. He got to wear Jie’s bathrobe. Shang He felt as if fate had arranged this for him. Truly, he was a man of foresight.

As he raised his hand to knock, his palms were sweaty from nerves.

He glanced down in unease. The robe’s hem only reached mid-thigh. The fabric clung tightly to his chest, the open neckline forming a deep V.

Would Jie think he looked cheap? Like he was trying to seduce her?

Su Ci had just finished blow-drying her hair when she heard a few knocks.

“Come on in, no need to knock next time.”

Shang He froze at the door handle. His eyes glazed over with a faint red mist, and his mind immediately ran to the worst.

An unlocked study was one thing, but her bedroom too?

He was still a grown man, after all.

Did that mean when her other friends came to stay, Jie allowed them into her private space just as casually?

That thought alone made him feel sick.

Then again, maybe Jie simply didn’t see him as a man. Maybe in her eyes, he was just a silly, harmless kid—someone completely non-threatening.

But he wasn’t good.

He wanted to possess her, take her, have her all to himself.

With that thought, Shang He pushed open the door and saw Jie sitting on the bed applying hair oil. A scent more delicate than her hair itself wafted into his nose.

“Jie, let me help you, okay?”

“Mm, A-He, is there anything you can’t do? Did I strike gold?”

He nearly drowned in those gentle, clear eyes. His thoughts stalled. With stiff limbs, he sat beside her.

Naturally, he took the hair oil, squeezed a little into his palm, warmed it up, and ran his fingers through her smooth black hair.

The silky strands slipping past his hands sent a tingling numbness all the way to his spine. Shang He’s heart pounded so loud it echoed in his ears. He didn’t even dare to breathe too heavily.

By the time he finished applying the oil, he’d completely forgotten why he came.

Maybe… seeing her was the reason.

Before leaving, Shang He quietly pleaded:

“Jie… could you lock the door? It’s not really safe like this. What if some creep showed up…”

Su Ci propped her face on one hand, eyes curved in a playful smile.

“Does A-He see himself as a creep?”

“O-of course not! I’d never do anything… anything to Jie…”

The pure-hearted young man flushed scarlet, tripping over his words like a guilty child caught red-handed. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as his ears turned pink—it was embarrassingly adorable.

To ease his nerves, Su Ci walked to the door, gently bid him goodnight, and then—click—locked the door behind him.

That crisp metallic sound echoed in Shang He’s chest like ripples on water.

He’d just been… locked out by Jie.

A little disappointing.

But she was building good habits—if other guests ever stayed over, she’d be safer that way.

In the middle of the night, Su Ci was sound asleep when a loud thud startled her awake.

It came from just outside the bedroom.

She slipped on her slippers and opened the door—only to be surprised by a sleepwalking boy wearing cat ears.

Shang He and the cat ears were an even better match than she had imagined.

He’d just knocked his head against the doorframe. Groggy, he blinked his eyes open, thinking he must still be dreaming.

Otherwise, why would Jie be cradling his head and gently asking if it hurt?

He immediately hugged her, just like a real kitten, nuzzling softly and whining:

“Jie… don’t lock me out again.”

The ones who should be locked out were other men, women, and everything in between.

“I lied… I do want to live with Jie. I’m a shameless, wicked man. A lewd, wanton scoundrel.”

Only in a dream would he dare say such things.

Because in dreams, Jie had already accepted his confession. She’d agreed to be his girlfriend. So she wouldn’t mind him acting out.

Sure enough, just as he degraded himself, Jie kissed his forehead with deep affection.

Then she gently coaxed him:

“How could that be? Jie really, really likes A-He too.”

The love in her eyes and the warmth in her voice made the dream feel all the more real.

Shang He’s eyes blazed with heat and longing. He hooked his arm around her knees, lifted her into a bridal carry, and fell into the soft blankets with her.

He pulled the quilt over them, pressing his forehead to hers, and whispered:

“Goodnight, Jie. Someday, I’ll marry you and make you my wife.”

“Okay. Jie will wait for you.”

——

When Shang He woke up the next morning in Su Ci’s bed, it hit him like a bolt from the blue.

He’d watched her lock the door, hadn’t he?!

Plus, he’d never known he had a sleepwalking problem!

Without disturbing her, he carefully slipped out of bed and snuck away like a thief.

In short—this absolutely must not be discovered by Jie!

After all, he’d just sworn last night that he’d never be a lust-driven creep… Ugh! And yet, he totally was!

Even he despised himself. What a shameless man!

The truth was, Su Ci had been awake for quite a while.

Shang He’s arm was muscular but not overly bulky—just right for a pillow. Very comfortable, actually.

Still… how could he be that shy?

He didn’t seem like the same person who had clung to her last night, playing with cat ears.

When she opened her bedroom door, now fully dressed, Shang He was waiting awkwardly outside. His eyes flicked around nervously.

“Jie… breakfast is ready downstairs.”

——

On the way to the office after breakfast, Shang He looked like he wanted to say something… but kept holding back.

Sneaking into bed in the middle of the night, then hiding it the next morning—how was that any different from a pervert?

But if he confessed, would Jie kick him out?

He didn’t want to leave her. Not even a little.

“Didn’t sleep well last night? You look a little pale.”

Su Ci asked casually. Shang He’s heart skipped a beat. He forced a smile.

“No, I slept great. Just a bit nervous.”

Su Ci didn’t press further. She made a mental note to replace the bed with a bigger, more comfortable double—plus new bedding. Otherwise, Shang He’s long arms and legs would have no room to stretch.

——

At XingTeng Entertainment.

As soon as Su Ci entered the office with Shang He, Tang Tian knocked excitedly and burst in.

“Good morning, Manager Su!”

“From now on, I’ll be your exclusive assistant, Xiao Tang! Please take good care of me!”

Who would’ve thought?

She really hadn’t expected that after Song Weijiao dismissed her, she’d end up assigned to the brand-new Manager Su. Sure, the salary dropped a little, but was that punishment?

Nope! It was a huge reward!

Just catching a glimpse of Manager Su made her feel more energized than ten cups of coffee. There wasn’t a single assistant in the whole company luckier than her!

She bypassed Shang He and eagerly shook Su Ci’s hand—completely ignoring the sharp glare being thrown at her by a certain man.

“Su-jie, these are the company’s new resources. The boss thinks you and Shang He both have great potential, so you get first pick. Whatever’s left goes to the others.”

In truth, the CEO wasn’t the one making the decisions anymore. He was just the messenger.

It was the golden investor calling the shots now—and he wanted Shang He to rise. So naturally, the resources were pouring in.

《Heavenly Voice》, 《Masked Singer》, 《Rising Talents》… all top-rated music variety shows.

There were also popular reality and audition shows that allowed amateurs to participate.

Su Ci was a bit surprised. She had already secured two decent programs for Shang He, but these were clearly superior in both quality and exposure.

Wasn’t the Shang family against his music career? Did the higher-ups at XingTeng really believe in his potential?

Well, if it worked out, she wouldn’t question it.

Just as Su Ci was about to sort through them, Shang He swept all the contracts in front of him and asked with a serious face:

“If I’ve got the most potential, why can’t I choose all of them?”

Before Tang Tian could respond, he quickly signed every single one—pen flying across the pages.

Tang Tian: “…Huh?”

You’re seriously reckless and brave for a newcomer…

Could he even survive such a packed schedule?

But since it all came from the golden investor, she couldn’t really object. She just gave a friendly reminder:

“Several of these shows require original compositions for the semi-finals and finals. You better start preparing. Don’t make Su-jie lose face.”

Shang He raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t need to tell me that.”

He desperately needed exposure and traffic.

He’d never thought he’d one day have to use the music he loved to earn something as vulgar as money.

But love without material stability was like sand—it fell apart easily.

And he couldn’t wait to taste the sweetness of love.

Su Ci understood what he was feeling, but she was still worried he’d burn himself out. She was just about to hide the programs she had prepared for him when Shang He caught a glimpse.

“What’s that in your hand, Jie? Let me see.”