Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 47

Back at the company office, Song Weijiao had just sat down and taken a sip of water when she heard the news that Shang He had landed the role.

She nearly spat blood from rage.

If Shang He had been this ambitious and hardworking before, she wouldn’t have forced him to return home to inherit the family business. He clearly had what it took to become a breakout star—so why the hell did he ruin her life in their last lifetime?!

It happened again.

After the company handed over the newly acquired resources to Shang He to choose from, Song Weijiao was left with scraps—just a few run-down variety shows and third-rate offers. She finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.

No matter what Su Ci thought of her, she had to confront her about this.

But when she pushed open the office door, she was stunned—Su Ci, Shang He, Tangtang… none of them were there!

With a belly full of anger and nowhere to release it, Song Weijiao suddenly thought of her most capable assistant from her past life—Linda, the PhD who had returned from studying overseas.

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That evening, Su Ci went to visit Shang He on set.

Normally, unless something urgent came up, she’d spend the entire day with the crew. During other actors’ scenes, she would help Shang He run lines and rehearse.

But now that Shang He had gained some fame, Su Ci also had to take care of his endorsements and collaborations. After she wrapped up business, she’d return to the set to keep him company. Watching Shang He act had become something she genuinely enjoyed.

One day, while they were rehearsing a scene together, a camera accidentally caught the moment, and the assistant director behind the monitor stared in awe. He rushed over, excited.

“Yes, yes, yes! Shang He’s gaze and expressions just now were perfect. Let’s keep that energy for the take—deep emotion, you hear me? Deep!”

Shang He frowned.
“…I just broke my sword in the scene, not lost my wife. Can you calm down with the dramatics?”

The assistant director was speechless.

To a swordsman, his sword is like his wife! What do you know about acting?!

But he didn’t dare say that out loud. Shang He had some clout now—and their crew had recently received a major investment from Shang Group.

He hadn’t known before, but once he found out—he was floored.

Turns out the kid who used to run around the backlots of film studios doing bit parts… was the second young master of the Shang conglomerate!

Some people were born with wealth but still insisted on making it on their own. The entertainment world really was made for someone like him.

After brushing off the annoying assistant director, Shang He looked at the line on his script—the cold, ruthless “either you die or I die” speech. But when he recited it to Su Ci, his voice turned warm and gentle:

“One day, I’ll find you the brightest night pearl from the ocean floor, the rarest glazed orchids from the mountains, and with my own hands, I’ll tie your hair, draw your brows, and pin your jade hairpiece…”

The screenwriter walking past scratched his head.

Wait a minute… did I write a romance subplot into this drama?

As he stood there confused, he heard the manager playing opposite Shang He respond with doting indulgence:

“Okay. No matter where, I’ll go with you—even to the ends of the earth.”

Was someone jealous?

Definitely not him!

Before long, it was time for Shang He to film his next scene. He played a righteous swordsman, and in this scene, he was chasing down a demonic cult enchantress guilty of countless crimes.

The enchantress wasn’t his match in combat. After several failed moves, she suddenly changed tactics—deciding to use her special seduction technique to escape.

Just as she approached the swordsman, props in hand, Shang He frowned and blocked her with his sword.

“Stop. You’re standing too close.”

The actress froze.
“But… I’m supposed to seduce you?”

She hadn’t even touched a thread of his costume!

“I’ve read the lore. Your skill is AOE—it doesn’t require body contact. Keep a two-meter distance and cast from there. Don’t cross the line.”

The actress didn’t get it… but respected the lore.

Also, was Shang He seriously being… wife-whipped?

After the scene, the actress saw Su Ci hand Shang He a thermal mug. Her eyes lit up with instant clarity and newfound admiration. She got him now. She respected him. She even envied him.

“Pretty sis! Which company are you a manager with? Are you accepting new clients? I’m a freelancer—can sing and dance too! Do you think I can—”

Before she could finish, Shang He forcefully stepped between her and Su Ci. His expression was dark as a thundercloud.

“I can do all those things too, so no, you can’t sign with her.”

The actress wasn’t convinced.

“Nonsense! Since when can you dance? Don’t tell me you’re gonna fake it and throw away your pride just to keep acting cool?”

Furious, Shang He signed up for a dance class that very night.

He would become well-rounded. He refused to be outdone by anyone—not men, not women.
Because his sister let her guard down around women.

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Back at the hotel near the set, Su Ci had finished showering and waited a while—but the habitual sleepwalker superstar didn’t show up. So she changed clothes and knocked on the room next door.

Shang He had been watching dance tutorial videos, practicing in front of the full-length mirror. When he opened the door, he was still steaming from exercise, his tank top clinging to his toned muscles. It should’ve been illegal to look that good.

“Jie, what are you doing here?”

This was the first time she had come to him.

Usually, he was the shameless one sneaking into her bed. He never thought she’d come see him.

His thoughts racing, Shang He pulled her into the room, poked his head out, and glanced both ways down the hallway. He was pretty sure—maybe, possibly—he saw a shadow flash past the corner.

So he declared with confidence:

“There’s a paparazzo outside. Don’t go back tonight, Jie. If we’re caught meeting secretly at midnight, it’ll affect your reputation.”

Su Ci nodded.
“Okay. I won’t go back.”

They both silently ignored the fact that if there was a paparazzo, they’d already been photographed the moment she walked in. And given how persistently those guys worked, whether she stayed or not, the story would still get out eventually.

Besides, with how clingy they were—more inseparable than a couple in a drama—if anyone wanted to dig for gossip, the rumors would’ve exploded long ago.

The only reason nothing had ever leaked was because Shang Yi had been cleaning up the messes behind the scenes. With the Shang family’s influence across every industry, no one dared to release dirt on the second young master.

Even after Shang He became famous, he remained puzzled: he’d hinted again and again in interviews that he and Su Ci were dating…

So why hadn’t a single fan figured it out?!

—

Not wanting Jie to see his clumsy dance moves, Shang He quickly ran into the bathroom to shower. When he came back out, Su Ci was watching one of his dramas.

She was so focused. And every time his character appeared on screen, a faint smile would tug at her lips.

Shang He naturally sat down beside her.

It was a bit cold, so he grabbed a blanket to cover them both. Slowly, subtly, he leaned in closer… and closer… until he was straight-up hugging her.

“Jie… the villain’s kind of scary…”

Sure, his character was 6’2″, had god-tier fighting skills, and the kind of special effects that could blind a person—but what did that have to do with him?

He was scared. He needed Jie to soothe him so he could sleep.

Pretending to be terrified, Shang He tightened his hold on her. A soft, fragrant hand gently covered his eyes, and her calm voice whispered beside his ear, tickling lightly:

“Villains aren’t real. I’ll skip this part. In the show, you’re amazing—took down the bad guy in just a few moves…”

Mmm.

Shang He nodded obediently. Listening to Jie talk about the plot was far more interesting than watching the show. Her voice, her tone, her scent…

He held her even tighter. Exhausted from the day, he eventually fell asleep leaning against Su Ci’s shoulder, his breaths light and steady like a big, sleepy kid.

Su Ci used her phone to turn off the TV, turned on the air conditioning, and tugged the blanket up. Then, nestled in Shang He’s arms, she found a comfortable position and closed her eyes to rest.