Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 48

Shang He’s fans called themselves Red-crowned Cranes, a name Su Ci came up with. After all, when Shang He first made his public debut, he was sporting a mullet streaked with bright red.

Even though he was one of the rare few in the entertainment industry blessed with both a stunning face and real talent, his massive fanbase had somehow earned a reputation for being unusually chill.

People bashed Shang He’s acting? No one reacted.
People accused him of plagiarizing songs? Not a ripple.
Rumors of cosmetic surgery? Still nothing.
But the moment a candid photo of him and his manager “Jie” surfaced from an event, fans flooded in, crashing the servers and pushing the hashtag to the top of the trending list.

After all, his manager Jie was clearly his number one fan—getting autographs and selfies with him every day, painlessly living the dream. Zero fans could pretend not to be jealous.

In paparazzi snaps, she was always nearby.
He’d get a pat on the head, a few gentle words, and a look so full of tenderness it could melt steel.
Fans clenched their teeth hard enough to snap molars.

That brat really knows how to enjoy life, huh? You trying to die of happiness or what?!

If he truly loved his fans, he should share the joy and bring Jie into the spotlight more.
Why keep all the sweetness to himself when everyone could enjoy it?

In response, Shang He pinned a Weibo post to the top of his profile:

“You wish. Get lost.”

His fans were so rabid that Shang He didn’t even dare let Su Ci scroll Weibo anymore.
He was terrified she’d believe the gossip, think showing up more would help his career—and actually agree to appear in public with him.

If that ever happened, one day, he’d probably die of jealousy.

But as they say: one scheme, one counter.

Faced with Shang He’s outrageous possessiveness, his fans banded together like never before. Within days, the phrase “Top Star Shang He Mistreats His Fans” was known far and wide.

Curious strangers clicked into his profile… only to be met with that cursed pinned post:
“You wish. Get lost.”
It stabbed them in the eyes like a blunt knife.
So this guy really is just a jerk who bullies his own fans!

Shang He wouldn’t show off his gorgeous manager Jie?
No problem.
Their fan-site masters had top-tier equipment and the best intel. They always found a way to snap stunning high-res shots of her.

The only downside was that idiot Shang He always photobombed the frame—clinging to Jie like a man-sized baby, completely ruining the aesthetic.

And so, the Red-crowned Cranes and Shang He officially entered a state of mutual loathing.

Right when they were sick of seeing his face everywhere…
his dramas, variety shows, films, MVs—everything he’d shot before—started airing all at once.

TVs? Shang He.
Short videos? Shang He.
Shopping mall ads? Also Shang He.

The fans finally realized things were getting out of hand.

Other fanbases, annoyed at having their attention stolen, began to snipe with sarcasm:
“Tsk tsk, with all these resources, your idol must’ve slept with quite a few rich backers to get them, huh?”

The Cranes calmly replied:
“Honestly? Probably slept with his mom, dad, older brother, and sister-in-law. We tried to stop him from filming, but he wouldn’t listen!”

The other fans were stunned.
“…So… gender doesn’t matter anymore? That wild, huh?”

They had to admit—they were impressed.
These fans had to be the real deal.
Respect. Big respect.

A few days later, some mischievous genius had an idea:
They started photoshopping Shang He out of images and inserting themselves next to Jie instead—turning them into sweet, romantic-looking selfies.

Thanks to how clingy Shang He always was, every doctored photo ended up with an oddly intimate vibe. The fans who made them? Giddy with joy.

Some even made her their phone wallpaper.
Others printed posters.
A few went as far as posting videos announcing:
“She’s my girlfriend now!”

When Shang He saw one of those photos—a red-background ID-style shot that had racked up over a million likes—his eyes darkened like a frozen lake, tea-colored irises glittering coldly under heavy gloom.

Su Ci stepped out of the fitting room and spotted him staring at his phone, fingers gripping the device so tightly that the joints turned pale, blue veins bulging along the back of his hand.

She walked over, leaned down, pressed the screen off, then cupped his face—equal parts hurt and angry.

“Shang He, did you see something that upset you?”

Maybe she should call the PR department and have them deal with it right away.

Shang He’s head jerked up, panic in his reddened eyes. He ignored her question completely.

“Sorry, Jie! I shouldn’t have looked at my phone while you were trying on clothes. It’s my fault—I’ll buy you ten outfits to make it up to you! I swear it won’t happen again!”

But he really couldn’t help it.

Just the thought of so many people secretly coveting her made his chest tighten. Even here, even while shopping, he’d kicked out all the store employees just to feel better.

If not for the fact that they were all familiar and trustworthy, the staff probably would’ve called security.

Su Ci didn’t refuse.

She lifted her skirt hem slightly and twirled in front of him. The butterfly-adorned chiffon fluttered open with each spin, soft pastel colors making her look like a fairy stepping out of a dream.

“Pretty? I really like this one.”

She had never been someone who killed the mood—and she faintly sensed that all of Shang He’s hard work, all the money he earned, was just so he could spend it on her.

They didn’t lack clothes at home, but she still carefully chose several outfits that day.

Shang He stared, completely dazed. He swallowed hard.

No matter what she wore, she always looked breathtaking.
Even a burlap sack would probably look amazing on her.
(Not that he would ever let her wear one.)

“You’re gorgeous, Jie. If you like it, let’s just buy out the store’s entire new collection—so you can wear something different every day.”

He instantly regretted saying that.

He remembered her little villa—small, charming, and cozy.
The walk-in closet wasn’t huge and had already been packed full of the clothes and accessories he’d bought her. A good chunk of it had spilled into his closet too.

He had considered moving her to a bigger place…

But that little villa was special.
It was their first love nest—where he’d first met her.

Maybe I should just buy out this entire store? That way, whenever Jie wanted something, the staff could just deliver it directly to her door.

The more he thought about it, the more his mind wandered to those shameless stalker fans online. A decision slowly took root in his heart—and began to solidify.

Yes, being a top star meant wealth, popularity, and letting the world hear his music.

But now, he wanted more.

He wanted the power to control everything.
He wanted no one to dare look at Su Ci with even the tiniest bit of desire.
He wanted her to be entirely, completely his.

—

According to her memories from the previous life, Song Weijiao found Linda’s job listing on a recruitment website.

Linda had a PhD from an Ivy League school and a portfolio that spanned multiple industries.

With Linda by her side, she’d be unstoppable. No deal too tricky, no resource out of reach—Linda could handle anything with surgical precision.

But… when Song Weijiao looked at the salary column, her jaw dropped.

Monthly pay: 100,000 to 200,000 RMB?

She squinted, counted several times, and only then confirmed—it was six figures per month.

Had the world gone mad?! Was this some sort of anti-hiring prank?

She clearly remembered that in their past life, she only paid Linda 2,000 a month. Sometimes Linda didn’t even take the money—saying something dramatic like, “A true warrior serves only the one who truly knows them.”

Song Weijiao messaged Linda online and casually asked if she’d accept 4,000 a month instead.

Linda’s response?

She blocked her on the spot.

Furious, Song Weijiao switched to an alt account and scheduled a face-to-face meeting.

She was sure Linda just hadn’t fully appreciated her charm yet.

They arranged to meet at the Sky Whisper Café on the top floor of a shopping mall.

Song Weijiao was full of confidence. After all, in their previous life, they had clicked instantly and become best friends in no time.

What she didn’t expect was for Linda to respond, calmly and coldly, with words that were technically all in Mandarin… but somehow made no sense together.

“Alright, enough with the small talk. Just tell me—can you accept a 4,000 RMB monthly salary or not? That’s already double what I’d give someone like you.”