Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 62

Ten million a month?

If it were Su Ci’s original identity, that amount might not seem excessive. But in this world, her background had been arranged by the system—average family, monthly living expenses barely hitting five thousand.

Seeing the hint of hesitation on her face, Jin Ran grew nervous. This was his first time playing the role of someone’s secret lover—he wasn’t sure what the market rate was… Was it not enough?

Well, that made sense. His Little Vase was beautiful, kind, gentle, generous, clever, and witty—a literal priceless treasure. Ten million really was selling her short.

Jin Ran took out his wallet and awkwardly stuffed it into her hands.

“Can we, uh, revise the offer?” he asked carefully. “How about twenty million a month? Let’s try a half-year arrangement first.”

He didn’t have much money, but he wasn’t any less of a man than Feng Yan.

It was his fault. He’d never seriously thought about earning money until now, and everything he had was already on the table. If he couldn’t even cover her day-to-day expenses, what kind of qualified boyfriend—or lover—was he?

Su Ci couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he looked.

“Jin Ran, what kind of secret lover are you trying to be? You’re selling yourself and paying me? Sooner or later, you’re going to bleed yourself dry.”

Jin Ran took that as a yes.

Unable to contain his excitement, he scooped her up and spun her around twice, laughing like an idiot. His chest vibrated with joy, syncing their heartbeats closer and closer together.

“So what? I’m happy to do it. You get what you pay for, right? And I’m worth that price—it’s not like I’m cheapening myself for my Little Vase.”

“Little Vase?” Su Ci blinked in confusion.

He was holding her like a child in his arms, looking up at her with the light behind her, casting a soft glow over her delicate features like a masterfully painted ink landscape.

Only this landscape was now flushed in vivid sunset tones—for him alone.

Jin Ran chuckled breathlessly and leaned in to kiss her rosy cheek. His voice, deep and rich, came out low and magnetic:
“…Baby?”

He used to think pet names were unbearably cringe, but the moment the word slipped from his lips, it sent a thrill down his spine. He suddenly wanted to try more: baby, sweetheart, honey, wifey…

He was still testing the waters when his tone shifted, eyes dark and fixed on her:
“Baby, what does your boyfriend call you? I want to use it too.”

“He calls me ‘Classmate Su.’ You want that too?”

Jin Ran immediately pouted. “Forget it then.”

Yup, Feng Yan was as boring and stiff as he’d suspected. What a lifeless guy—how did Little Vase ever fall for him?

No sense of romance whatsoever.

It made Jin Ran feel even more sorry for his sweet, soft Little Vase.

She should’ve just chosen him from the start. He could do anything. And if he couldn’t, he’d learn it in an instant—he’d take care of her in every possible way.

Thinking that, he carried her steadily into the spacious, well-lit living room past the entryway. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and a wooden easel stood out on the balcony.

It held a vivid oil painting.

The man in the painting had a body shaped with smooth, proportional muscle—nothing exaggerated, just enough to show off a wild, restrained strength.
Sexy. Predatory.

No glasses.

No glasses.

Still no glasses.

And the expression—arched brow, tilted smile—looked exactly like his usual go-to smirk.

So… was this painting of him?

Jin Ran couldn’t hold back a smug grin. His eyes lit up as he mentally compared this to the sketch of Feng Yan he’d seen in the safe—This one’s in color. With premium oil paints. No contest.

That pencil sketch in the safe? Trash.

He should toss the whole safe next time—an eyesore.

…Well, maybe not. It was painted by his Little Vase, after all. Even if she was using him as Feng Yan’s stand-in, he couldn’t bear to damage a single brushstroke.

Caught up in his excitement, Jin Ran blurted out:

“Baby, why’d you make your husband look so hot? And not even wearing any clothes? Hiding this from me, acting like a little perv?”

A lover should act like a lover, after all.

Anything Feng Yan could do—he could do better!

(Okay, that was a lie.)

Shame exploded through Jin Ran. His ears turned scarlet, and he dropped his lashes, which trembled violently as he tried to act calm.

To distract himself, he loosened his tie, undid three buttons, revealing his flawless collarbones. Then he took Su Ci’s hand and guided her fingers down to the defined lines of his chest.

“Go ahead, touch it. See if it matches the painting.”

“Of course it does.”

Su Ci was completely confident in her painting skills. Beneath her hand, his heartbeat pounded strong and fast, skin hot to the touch. She couldn’t handle how seductive he looked and gently tried to pull away.

Jin Ran’s skin was soft and silky, like supple silk with a strong stretch. The tremble from his heartbeat tickled her fingertips.

She really shouldn’t touch anymore—at this rate…

She was afraid she’d use up all of Feng Yan’s paints on this man’s body.

But before she could fully withdraw, Jin Ran gently pressed her hand down, not too forceful, not too light. Her palm brushed somewhere… sensitive. He bit his lip and let out a muffled moan.

“Mmh…”

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”

This version of him was reckless, always getting into fights with schoolyard punks. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had a few bruises.

Su Ci started undoing the rest of his shirt, brushing aside the thin fabric.

And then—there it was. No more barrier.

“Don’t—!”

Jin Ran tried to cover up, but he was too late.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist, a perfect six-pack of lean muscle—

—and tiny, flushed pink nipples.

So that’s what he looks like?
So sensitive, too…

Su Ci’s eyes darkened slightly. She cleared her throat and quickly buttoned his shirt back up, then yanked his tie into a tight half-Windsor knot.

Jin Ran looked embarrassed, but when he saw how gentle and attentive she was, he broke into another goofy grin, leaning in to whisper into her ear:

“Baby, this tie’s so tight I can’t breathe…”

Just as he was about to sweet-talk her into loosening it, his stomach growled loudly.

Jin Ran glanced down at the source of the noise with a hint of self-loathing.

Only eight hours without food, and you’re already growling? Useless stomach.

But then a thought hit him, and a smile curved his lips. His black eyes gleamed like obsidian.

“Golden Goose Baby, take good care of me. Treat me to dinner?”

Ever since Jiang Hao accidentally exposed Su Ci and Jin Ran’s relationship, she hadn’t seen Su Ci for two full weeks.

They were in the same department at the art academy, had identical schedules. But somehow, Su Ci hadn’t shown up for a single class—lectures or practicals.

Even the teachers seemed to skip her name during roll call.

Jiang Hao couldn’t help thinking the worst. Had Jin Ran already made a move on Su Ci? Was she being held captive in some basement villa right now, being tortured?

And if so… well, she had it coming.

Still, Jiang Hao felt strangely uneasy. She tried asking her two roommates about Su Ci’s whereabouts, but all she got were a pair of eye-rolls.

Miao Lu and Sun Qianqian exchanged a look. Of course they knew Su Su had moved out—and frankly, it was Jiang Hao’s fault for not respecting boundaries in the first place.

So neither of them planned to tell her anything.

Su Su moving out was already troublesome enough—they didn’t need Jiang Hao going crazy and bothering her again.

Snubbed, Jiang Hao turned to the campus forum to dig for information—only to find the entire site had crashed. Every single post about Su Ci and Feng Yan had been wiped.

She gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles went white. A cold sweat broke out on her back.

Wasn’t Jin Ran a computer science major?

Crashing the school forum probably took him all of five minutes.

She knew it—Su Ci had been taken. Locked away somewhere.

And she even knew where the villa was… she even knew about the hidden entrance to the basement…

But the question was—should she call the cops?