Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 50

Out of nowhere, the soothing melody of the piano was interrupted by a loud, frantic pounding at the door.

Shang He frowned, visibly displeased, and looked up to see a disheveled, manic woman furiously slapping the glass.

He rarely interacted with other agents in the company, and his assistant only ever worked with Tang Tian. Seeing a stranger like this, he instinctively assumed it was an unhinged sasaeng fan.

Su Ci stopped playing, turning her head just slightly before her view was blocked by Shang He’s tall frame. She looked up at him and asked, “What is it?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry, sis. Just a deranged fan with a few screws loose.”

As he spoke, Shang He pulled out his phone and calmly called security, instructing them to come up and remove the delusional intruder.

Being someone who kept close tabs on the internet, Shang He was fully aware that female stalker-fans could be just as crazed and obsessive as male ones.

Sure enough, once he stepped in front of his sister to block the woman’s view and any chance of taking photos, the banging grew louder and more violent.

Soon, two security guards arrived carrying batons. But instead of dragging Song Weijiao away, they opened the practice room door.

Shang He’s expression turned dark instantly, his eyes glinting with a chilling sharpness. “Who gave you permission to let a stalker fan in—”

Before he could finish, the woman shoved aside her messy curls and lunged straight at him. If he hadn’t moved quickly, she would’ve slammed into him.

Song Weijiao hadn’t expected Shang He to dodge. Unable to stop herself, she crashed into the drum set behind him, sending out a chaotic cacophony of clanging metal.

Ignoring her twisted ankle and bruised knee, she scrambled to her feet, tears in her eyes, and made a demand.

“Break your contract with her immediately. Sign under me. You’re my artist—even if I don’t promote you, you’re not allowed to sign with anyone else!”

“…?” Shang He blinked.

After saying this, Song Weijiao wiped away her tears with pride, expecting him to console her. In the past, Shang He could never bear to see her cry.

But after a long pause, all she got was a cold glance and a chin tilt toward the guards.

“Either she leaves, or the three of you leave together.”

Ever since StarTeng Entertainment was acquired, the guards had known who truly ran the place. And as the company’s top star, no one dared cross Shang He.

Without hesitation, the two guards grabbed Song Weijiao and started dragging her out.

She screamed and struggled, crying out about how Shang He used to be obedient, how indulgent he was with her, how possessive and passionate he used to be…

She told him how miserable she was now, how she regretted choosing those two losers over him, how she desperately wanted to get back together…

Trying to reignite his sympathy. His love.

But all it did was deepen Shang He’s disgust. He had never known a complete stranger could degrade herself to this extent.

And to think someone like that was once an agent at StarTeng? He made a mental note to tell his brother—better to leave positions unfilled than hire someone so worthless.

Once the room was quiet again, Shang He returned to the piano and knelt down on one knee, full of apology as he took Su Ci’s hand and kissed it again and again.

“You’re not mad, right, sis? I had no idea she’d show up like that… probably jealous that you became a gold-tier agent in just two years. You’re amazing…”

He showered her with sweet flattery like it cost nothing. Even the awards he’d worked hard for, he credited to her.

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be out on the street begging—maybe even starved under a bridge somewhere… Oh! I had a custom gown made for you. Let’s try it on later, yeah?”

“Sure. Your taste has always been spot on.”

Su Ci had no idea it was a lavish gown more extravagant than a wedding dress, each diamond embedded one-of-a-kind, gleaming like stars.

She simply reached up and habitually tousled Shang He’s hair, then leaned down to kiss his constantly-chattering, honey-tongued lips.

Shang He froze for a second. Then closed his eyes, lifting his face to chase after her soft, sweet touch. It was addictive—he couldn’t stop, knees inching closer.

Sister, sister, sister, sister…

—

By mid-May, Shang He’s first—and final—concert was held at the massive Jing City Stadium, with a 100,000-seat capacity.

Or in other words: a venue big enough for 100,000 single dogs ready to be emotionally devastated.

Tickets were cheap. 1314 for front row, 520 for the middle, as low as 52 for the bleachers.

Fans had braced themselves for heartbreak, but upon seeing the venue setup, they still couldn’t help but complain about how ridiculously romantic everything looked.

They should’ve just renamed it from “Final Chapter of Love” to “Shang He’s One-Sided Marriage Proposal—Everyone’s Invited.”

Why “one-sided”? Because the beautiful “sister” belonged to everyone!

So even if they were green with envy, most fans came with a slightly gloating mindset. If even someone as perfect as Shang He couldn’t win her over, maybe there was still hope for the rest of them.

The show started out fine. Shang He sang. Fans kept an eye out for the mystery woman. They clapped, hyped the crowd—it was harmonious.

Until the last song began.

A clear, gentle female voice joined in.

Spotlights bloomed. At the top of the stage steps stood a girl in a gown as ornate as a wedding dress. Pale blue lights shimmered around her like moonlight on the sea.

Su Ci lifted her skirts and walked up the steps. Her veil swayed elegantly, and her softly smiling face was so beautiful it stole the breath from the room.

The crowd was already stunned. On stage, Shang He was completely undone. He forgot lyrics, went off key, even cracked his voice—mistakes he’d never made before.

He had planned to propose after the concert.

But he hadn’t expected her to come to him first.

Step by step, she came closer, singing the song they had written together, eyes brimming with love.

Shang He was frozen, smiling stupidly.

It wasn’t until the song was nearly over that he panicked, fumbling out the diamond ring, dropping to both knees. His eyes sparkled with raw emotion.

“Sis, will you marry me?”

Afraid that wasn’t enough, he hurriedly added, “Let me be yours—completely yours, okay?”

“I can cook, clean, do chores, sing, dance, tell stories—whatever you want, I’ll learn it. I’m just as good as anyone else. Please give me a chance.”

Through the speakers, the audience heard every word loud and clear:
“…”

So shameless! Green tea bastard! Slippery fox!

But then they heard Su Ci’s soft voice, calm and reassuring:
“I will. Not just try—I will, today and every day after.”

Right on cue, fireworks burst across the night sky.

In Shang He’s mind, too, fireworks exploded. His world was full of joy at her “yes.”

He forgot to stand. Still kneeling, he tried to hug Su Ci… and ended up with an armful of tulle and lace.

The proposal succeeded.

Shang He got his wish.

The audience? Emotionally obliterated.

Other celebrities? Quietly excited. Who the hell proposes on stage during a concert? Isn’t that the fastest way to lose fans?

One star falls, another shines. Their time had finally come!

But to their shock, Shang He’s fans weren’t upset because he got married… they were devastated because he managed to marry into the goddess’s life.

He, a C-list pretty face living off his looks—how did he land someone like her?!

And instead of calming down, Shang He rubbed salt in the wound by announcing a private wedding half a month later.

Fans couldn’t attend, so on the big day, they lurked online, obsessively refreshing his updates every few minutes.

Shang He V: My wife looks so beautiful in her gown. I know you’re all dying to see… but give it up. Never happening in this lifetime.

At first, fans thought he was just being cryptic.

There were nine photos—white dress, black suit, champagne towers. Who’d believe there were no wedding pics?

But clicking through, they fell silent.

Excuse me? Who posts group photos of the bridal party instead of the couple?!

Just as they were about to explode, Shang He posted again—

Shang He V: Let me clarify. My wife is mine alone. Not even in the next life will you see her.

Fans: “…”

Please, someone, take this man offline!!

—

Shang He’s wedding caused a huge stir. Even Song Weijiao, now unemployed after being fired by StarTeng and struggling to find work, took notice.

Other stars might lose fans when going public with a relationship. But Shang He? His follower count skyrocketed.

Song Weijiao couldn’t understand it. How could someone who was a washed-up D-lister in her past life be soaring in this one?

She followed his account on an alt and obsessively checked every sweet post he made.

It didn’t feel like the same person at all.

Then one day, Shang He stopped posting. No updates. All social media dead silent—just one final message:

“Off to live my real life. Goodbye forever.”

What did that mean?

Was he leaving showbiz to inherit the Shang family fortune?

If so, Su Ci was doomed. Her career as a manager would come to an end.

So much for being happy. In the end, they were just a pampered couple living off old money. What was that compared to fighting for your own success?

With this thought, Song Weijiao finally felt a little better. It was the only way to suppress the bitterness and regret clawing at her heart—comforting herself with the illusion of dignity.

Even if her so-called career was now reduced to digging up dirt on celebs, hated by all.

—

Years later, Shang He reappeared in the public eye. Matured, poised in a tailored suit, a regular on financial news covers.

In an interview, the reporter asked curiously, “Mr. Shang, you were at the peak of your career. What made you choose to return and inherit the family business?”

Shang He folded his hands, sitting like royalty, unfazed by his past as an idol. “Simple. Jealousy. Too many people were eyeing my wife.”

The reporter hesitated, thinking: Even now, people still idolize her—including herself…

“You’ve been checking your watch. Is there a meeting scheduled?”

Shang He arched a brow, a proud smirk on his handsome face. “No. I have ten seconds left. I need to go home and cook dinner for my wife. Goodbye.”

The reporter: “…”

This is outrageous. Why does he get to cook for Miss Su?!

Next chapter: post-marriage extra. So sleepy. Read it tomorrow, babies. TAT