Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 63

No.

She couldn’t call the police.

If she did, the cops would start looking into her, and Jin Ran would definitely hold a grudge again. Su Ci was already being abused and locked up—there was no reason for Jiang Hao to drag herself down with her.

After wrestling with herself, Jiang Hao’s conscience ultimately sided with self-preservation.

Her phone lit up. A message from her dad, Jiang Haifeng—he’d just transferred her monthly allowance.

Only five thousand yuan.

When she remembered that million-yuan Ferrari that had gone viral on the forum as Feng Yan’s ride, jealousy and resentment flared up in her eyes again.

Why should a violent scumbag like Jin Ran get to inherit the entire Jin Corporation?

While she and her dad had to rely on the kindness of others, groveling to Jin Ran’s mother just to scrape by? Why hadn’t Feng Lingyu strangled that bastard in the cradle when she had the chance?

Jiang Hao accepted the transfer, then obediently followed her father’s instructions and thanked Feng Lingyu politely.

The woman responded with a half-hearted “Mm.”

There was no “love me, love my child” to speak of.

Feng Lingyu had more than one lover, and she’d never treated Jiang Hao—the tag-along daughter of one of them—with anything close to kindness. If not for that one time Jiang Hao had helped her…

She didn’t want to think about that mess again.

So she changed into nicer clothes, slung her only designer bag over her shoulder, and made plans to have dinner with a well-off junior from school.

What she didn’t expect was that fate would hand her exactly what she’d been looking for—she ran into Su Ci and Jin Ran at the restaurant.

No limping. No visible bruises. They seemed to be getting along… just fine?

So Su Ci wasn’t locked up in some basement being tortured?

But in her past life, Jin Ran had clearly been a lunatic!

Maybe the time just hasn’t come yet… Yeah, that’s it.
Give it a little longer, and Su Ci will see what it’s like to date someone like Jin Ran. She’ll be worse off than me!

“Senior Jiang? Are you okay?”

The restaurant was a high-end one, the kind that only respectable people dined in. The junior she’d invited was looking awkwardly at her—her head was practically buried in the table.

From her earlier hints and phrasing, the guy had figured she might’ve gotten the wrong idea. He’d only added her on social media because they had a group project in an elective class.

And he hadn’t removed her afterward because, by chance, he’d found out she was Su Ci’s roommate—and figured he could fish for a few details.

Poor guy. His little crush hadn’t even had a chance to blossom before Feng Yan crushed it in its crib.

When Jiang Hao invited him to dinner, he’d thought it would be a normal meal between classmates. He never expected her to take him to a luxury couple-themed restaurant.

It was already awkward, and now she was crouched under the table. The guy was utterly at a loss. Eventually, he waved down a server.

“Put this table’s bill on me.”

“Of course, Young Master Huo.”

He tried asking if Jiang Hao was okay a few more times, but she just stayed there, crouched under the table, curled up like someone who’d lost her mind.

“Senior Jiang, something just came up. I’ll be heading out. Hope you enjoy your dinner.”

People around them had started casting strange glances. Huo Cheng was mortified. He didn’t even have the nerve to suggest another dinner in the future.

He was just about to flee the scene when he spotted the girl by the window.

Moonlight and starlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow that made her beauty almost otherworldly.

He instinctively ignored the man sitting beside her.

“Su—Su Ci, what a coincidence! You’re eating here too? Want to share a table?”

Jin Ran nearly dumped a pot of hot tea over his head.

Calm down, calm down.
Lovers don’t get to lose their tempers.

But he was suffering. He was starving. First he’d eaten vinegar over Feng Yan back at the hotel, and now someone else was treating him like he didn’t exist.

Did being a lover mean he had to give up all self-respect?!

Su Ci shook her head. “Sorry, I’m here having dinner with my boyfriend. No shared tables. Please show some respect.”

Only then did Huo Cheng finally notice the man across from her. He gave an awkward smile.

“Brother Feng Yan, you’re here too? I thought it was just Sister-in-law.”

The elite social circle was that small. When he was a kid, he used to follow behind Brother Feng Yan skipping stones.

Jin Ran didn’t even get a second to enjoy being called “brother”:
“…Who the hell are you? Don’t get chummy. Get lost.”

Huo Cheng slunk away, tail between his legs.

Jin Ran let out a breath of relief, heart fluttering over what Su Ci had just called him. His gaze turned warm and sticky as honey as he looked at his Little Vase.

“Baby, just now you said I’m your…”

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend!

She called him boyfriend!

In public! With people around! In broad daylight! What if Feng Yan found out?!

The server—totally unfazed by the lovestruck man’s ridiculous grin—politely handed over the menu and a plate of snacks. Her eyes were filled with little pink hearts as she looked at Su Ci.

“Miss Su, these are our house specialties—plus a complimentary selection of snacks, desserts, and fruit. We hope to see you again soon!”

“…?” Jin Ran’s face darkened.

Why didn’t she call her “Mrs. Boss”?

Was this server trying to poach his girl too?

He conveniently ignored the fact that the server was a married woman. Still, he glared daggers at her back as she walked away, his stare practically throwing knives.

“You starving? Why the long face?”

Su Ci picked up a tender, crispy piece of fried pork and gently fed it to Jin Ran. His dark mood finally began to lift.

He took a bite—but kept pouting.

“I am upset! Everyone looks down on me. I’m just a nameless lover—what’s honorable about that?”

“Feng Yan already walked all over me, fine. But now other men are making me jealous, and even women are too! Baby, I’m gonna drown in jealousy…”

The soft buzz of whispers from surrounding tables started to focus on them.

Great. Now everyone knew he was the “other man.”

Su Ci didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She got up and pulled out the chair next to him, sat down, and held his hand, coaxing softly:

“Then how can I make you feel better? Want to go shopping after this?”

“Yes,” Jin Ran replied smugly. “I want that thing from Ba-something-ley—watch, cufflinks, tie, suit, shirt, shoes… I want them all!”

Where a woman’s money went, so did her heart.

Even though he knew all of it came from Su Ci, Jin Ran didn’t mind. The more she spent on him, the longer she’d remember that he was the little canary she’d raised herself.

The bystanders eating their melons and sipping their tea: “……”

What a shameless kept man.

Other male companions leaned in and whispered furiously to their dates, swearing up and down that they were nothing like that moocher Jin Ran.

In fact, thanks to this “exhibit A of a bad boyfriend,” several ambiguous relationships progressed into real ones right on the spot.

Jin Ran, now the official loser comparison template, was even angrier.

“Baby, I also want an ocean-view villa.”

Su Ci bit into the piece of steak he fed her, chewed slowly, and then finally reached out to pinch his cheek indulgently:

“Alright, whatever you want. I’ll even get you the stars in the sky if you ask.”

Jin Ran hugged her close, muttering under his breath:

“…Don’t need any stars. My Little Vase is enough. But you’re so damn shiny—you’re like a beacon for every rotten peach out there. I’m going to die of jealousy…”

The poor bystanders who had been caught in the crossfire, unfairly used as measuring sticks and then accused of being envious: “……”

“What are you looking at?” Jin Ran snapped. “Want a sugar mama too? Go find one yourselves! Jealous of me? Pathetic.”