Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 49

Linda resisted the urge to throw her coffee in the woman’s face.

She thought the meeting would be about something serious—turns out it was just a delusional idiot with no grip on reality. What a complete waste of her time.

Calling over the waiter, Linda paid for her drink, grabbed her handbag, and left quickly. She still had an interview with Shang Group later.

Watching her walk away so coldly, Song Weijiao trembled with fury.

“Money-hungry, are we? Think just because you studied abroad, you can ask for a 100,000 monthly salary with your fake accent? No wonder you can’t find a job!”

Her shrill, nasty voice drew attention from other café patrons.

Glaring back at the onlookers, Song Weijiao paid the bill and stormed to the elevator—only to run straight into a couple wearing baseball caps, sunglasses, and masks.

Even though their faces were mostly covered, she instantly knew it was Su Ci and Shang He. That was exactly how they were dressed when they left the company this morning.

Wait… they were coming out of a women’s luxury fashion store?

Rubbing her eyes in disbelief, Song Weijiao saw Shang He’s hands full of shopping bags—all designer brands. One particularly recognizable logo made her stomach twist. She’d bought a jacket from that brand once—the cheapest one was still 60,000 or 70,000 yuan.

But hadn’t Shang He been kicked out by his parents?

Where did he get the money to buy all this for Su Ci—clothes, bags, jewelry?

Did Su Ci convince him to go back and inherit the family business?

Even if he did go back, it couldn’t have happened so quickly. He still had a foster brother fighting him for the inheritance.

In their past life, Shang He never gave her anything this expensive. The priciest gift was a gold necklace worth twenty thousand, along with a few overly sentimental love songs.

The entertainment industry had never suited Shang He. She urged him to return to the family business, but he refused, saying his older brother had it under control and he didn’t need to worry.

Was that even his real brother? Why did a foster brother’s girlfriend get to wear designer labels and drive luxury cars, while she had to suffer alongside Shang He?

Eventually, she’d forced him back to the family, thinking she could finally live the glamorous life of a wealthy heiress.

But instead, Shang He restricted her freedom—no parties, no mingling with celebrities, and all her work had to be done online.

She came to regret everything. She didn’t want any more ties to Shang He.

Yet now, seeing Su Ci and Shang He so happy together made her chest tighten. She deliberately walked a little closer.

Why had she worked so hard in her past life, only to end up with nothing—no bags, no jewelry, no designer clothes? Shang He owed her all of it!

On his rare day off, Shang He was happily chatting with Su Ci about dinner plans.

He desperately wanted to give her the very best—seafood, sushi, gourmet cuisine, steak…

But Su Ci just smiled and said, “Ah He’s cooking suits my taste more than any fine dining. Let’s go grocery shopping together, okay?”

Money could buy many things, but not intentions—and Su Ci preferred the comfort of staying home with him to any fancy restaurant.

With shopping bags in one hand, Shang He used his pinky to hook the half-finished milk tea she’d handed him, then stretched out his free hand toward her.

“Jie, hold my hand. There are so many people. I’m scared I’ll get lost.”

“Don’t worry. If you do, just stay where you are. I’ll come find you.”

They laughed, holding hands, completely focused on each other as they walked past Song Weijiao without sparing her a glance.

Song Weijiao stood frozen. Why didn’t Shang He notice her? In their past life, hadn’t he done everything to force her into the role of his future heiress?

And she’d never seen him so obedient or warm. The Shang He she remembered had been cold, gloomy, and withdrawn—like a sad, angsty protagonist in some tragic coming-of-age drama.

How had her biggest professional failure become the most beloved top star in the country?!

No. She couldn’t accept this.
She would sign Shang He back—she was StarTeng’s top-tier manager, damn it!

After weeks of being everywhere, Shang He dropped a new, carefully crafted album: “About You.”

He was working so hard even casual fans had to give it to him. When other fanbases wanted to motivate their idols, they would toss in Shang He’s meme—

Why is your idol irrelevant?
Because Shang He’s out there grinding!

The album contained thirty songs—and that was only a fraction of what he had written, all inspired by Su Ci. Only 1,314 limited-edition vinyls were released.

High-quality pressing.
Insanely cheap: 52 yuan per copy.
No profits. Pure passion project.

Anyone could tell just from the symbolic numbers that it was all for his daydreamed “manager Jie.”

At first, his fanbase—the Red-crowned Cranes—weren’t all that eager. But once the rumors spread that it was inspired by Jie, the entire fandom lost its mind.

The 52-yuan vinyl sold out in less than 0.1 seconds.
Resale prices soared to 520,000 yuan, and still, no one was willing to part with their copy.

Some online even bragged about not getting one.

Others suspected the whole thing was fake. Maybe no one had actually gotten it?

But no—it was real.
Those who did get one simply kept silent, terrified their friends and family would beg, borrow, or outright steal it.

Still, the fans weren’t too sad about missing the album. After all, Shang He soon brought them better news—

He was planning a concert.

Not for the music—who cared about that?

No, if there was a concert, then surely the gorgeous manager would be there in person, right?

But Shang He was secretly planning something else.

A surprise for Su Ci.
And possibly a shock for the fans—because he was getting ready to retire from the industry.

He didn’t care how the fans felt—just like they never cared how he felt.

But Su Ci… Su Ci had promised him:

After the concert, she would quit too—and never appear on camera again.

Soon, he’d belong to her, and her alone.

Shang He thought about what he’d recently found tucked away in his room: handcuffs, anklets, leather collars…

His heart pounded. Blood rushed. The tips of his ears turned red.

Could it be… Jie had always wanted to lock him up?
To keep him as her own little pet?

He was such an idiot—for ever stepping into the spotlight and making her wait this long.

Meanwhile…

Qu Tongzhou was exposed for throwing tantrums on set.
Yan Zhiyan was accused of plagiarism—one of the judges even made a face on camera.

Song Weijiao scrolled through all the scathing posts on Weibo, her expression twisted with rage. She suddenly swept everything off her desk.

“Useless! Every single one of you!”

Then, because she was still subscribed to company updates, a new notification popped up—

Shang He V:
“New album: About You. Dedicated to my mentor, my soulmate, my muse, and the one I’ll spend my life with.”

She clicked in on instinct.

Over a hundred million likes, comments, and shares.
Unprecedented popularity—far beyond even Qu Tongzhou’s past life as a triple-gold-award-winning actor.

At the end of the post, there was only one tag: @Su Ci.

So clearly, every single song on “About You”—all thirty of them—were for Su Ci?

And every one had a music video???

In her past life, Shang He had written only a few mediocre songs for her—songs so poorly made they were accused of plagiarism by Yan Zhiyan’s fans.

She hadn’t defended him, either.

Why bother? He was never going to make it.
Better to push him back into the family business.

But now, Shang He was undisputedly a top-tier celebrity.

And she… had thrown away a winning hand.

Her performance this month was dead last.
Management had just met with her, told her to prepare—she was getting fired next month.

Dazed, Song Weijiao staggered to her feet, ignoring the mess around her, and ran out of the office in a panic.

In the practice room, Su Ci was helping Shang He write songs.

It was the same practice room they’d booked back when they were just starting out. But now, as the company’s star, he didn’t need to book anymore—this was his private space.

He didn’t plan to release this new song.

He just wanted to capture the feeling of working with his gentle Jie.

From now on, every song would be played only for her.

Su Ci took the newly written sheet music and sat down at the piano. Soft, intricate notes flowed through the room.

Shang He sat cross-legged on the floor, spinning a pencil in one hand and resting his face on the other—eyes fixed dreamily on her.

So beautiful. So lovely.
Her fingers danced across the keys, and the sound was enchanting.

Su Ci’s musical talent was every bit as good as his.
Thank god she was a manager and not a star herself…

Because Shang He couldn’t imagine what the entertainment industry would do if it discovered her.

Luckily, she was his guiding light—his and his alone.
The only fan she ever indulged… was him.