Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 65

After stepping out of the D-brand store, Jin Ran couldn’t stop smiling. He even deliberately held up his right hand with the ring, flaunting it to every passerby he could.

Sure, there were countless mistresses out there, but how many could be this pampered, this favored?
He was special—because his baby loved him the most.
What did Feng Yan even have to compete with?

Jin Ran was in a fantastic mood, fully embracing the persona of a spoiled, demanding little lover. He dragged his darling into every store—shop, shop, shop, buy, buy, buy.

There were too many bags to carry. So he left his address and number with each store and told them to deliver everything the next day.

He claimed Su Ci should spend money to cheer him up, but truthfully, 99% of the shopping list was for her. The remaining 1%? Just a few token men’s products.

As they exited a boutique, Jin Ran spotted the massive naked-eye 3D advertisement across the plaza and the enormous banners hanging from the mall ceiling.

His eyes lit up, and he came to a complete stop.

Su Ci thought he was about to dissociate again and quickly wrapped her arms around him, afraid he might collapse on the spot.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

She hugged him! She hugged him!

Jin Ran’s joy burst through his expression. He cupped her soft, fair cheeks and gave her several excited kisses, then pointed at the screen.

“That ad space isn’t bad.”

“Huh?” Su Ci blinked.

“It’d be perfect for displaying my baby’s artwork.”

Who needed ads? They were ugly anyway.
He wanted the entire mall covered in Little Vase’s paintings—so everyone who walked by could bask in her artistic glory.
Wouldn’t that be amazing?

It was a bit excessive.

But Su Ci never discouraged his enthusiasm.

“Alright. I’ll have someone deliver the paintings to you.”

Jin Ran rejected the idea immediately. “No need!”

“I meant—don’t ask someone else. I’ll go get them myself.”
“My baby’s paintings are priceless. What if some careless delivery guy ruins them?”

He had just casually suggested it, but now Little Vase actually trusted him enough to let him store her years of painstaking masterpieces?

Maybe he should just open a gallery.
A private exhibit for her art… how amazing would that be?

Jiang Hao had followed them the entire day. She was exhausted, starving, and worn out—but hadn’t picked up on anything strange from Jin Ran.

And that was the strangest thing of all.

Jin Ran had no reason to go this far unless it was part of a plan—to trap Su Ci and force her to walk into it on her own.
After all, he had mental issues. He wasn’t even supposed to be able to get close to women.

Jiang Hao clenched her fists.

What else was he hiding?

She finally waited until they left the mall. Surely now the mask would slip?

But Jin Ran behaved himself, politely escorting Su Ci back to her hotel.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to invite her to stay at his place.
He just remembered—he hadn’t cleaned up yet.

At the hotel room door, Su Ci smiled with teasing eyes and asked, half an invitation:

“It’s getting late. Aren’t you staying the night? You do want to be a responsible lover, right?”

Jin Ran swallowed hard, his throat dry.

His already muddled mind turned into complete mush.

Stay… the night? With her?

He wasn’t ready at all!

He wasn’t even her official boyfriend. He was just a toy for her entertainment—a human-shaped pet without charm or skill. She was bound to get bored or annoyed with him!

Though he hated leaving her, he hated being outdone by Feng Yan even more. So Jin Ran shook his head firmly.

“T-Tomorrow. I promise—tomorrow for sure!”

The moment the words left his lips, he blushed, turned on his heel, and ran toward the elevator with arms and legs flailing in sync.

It was already 10:30 p.m.

That gave him nine hours.

He had a lot to do.

Clean up the mess at home.

Study the theory of how to be a qualified lover.

Contact someone to open a personal gallery for his baby.

So much to do, so little time.

—

From behind the hedges on the sidewalk, Jiang Hao stared in disbelief as Jin Ran drove off alone. Her expression twisted with fury, and her palm bled from where her nails had dug into it.

He didn’t deserve love—let alone the kind given with all one’s heart.

After a long moment, Jiang Hao’s fingers trembled as she opened WeChat. She clicked on Feng Lingyu’s chat, revised the message several times, then finally hit send on a long string of texts.

—

Jin Ran wasn’t the least bit sleepy. The moment he got home, he began cleaning—living room, study, guest rooms, balcony…

He even repurposed the sunniest part of the house—the glass conservatory—into a painting studio just for his baby. The view wasn’t bad either.

While tidying up, he came across several items he’d intentionally ignored before: a notebook with Feng Yan’s name, some glasses tucked into a drawer…

He had no idea where they came from. Probably someone trying to disgust him, knowing he didn’t get along with Feng Yan.

Disgusting. Trash. Toss it.

But taking the trash out this late didn’t feel safe, so he locked it all in the ground floor storage room instead—scrubbing every trace of his rival from the house.

By the time he finished, it was already 3 a.m.
Still, Jin Ran didn’t feel tired. He sprawled out on the bed and humbly sought knowledge.

[What should you keep in mind when spending the night with a girl?]

The comment section was filled with nonsense. No serious answers.
Brute-force types. Seductive-play-it-cool types. “Unless you’re useless” types. Eunuch-self-sabotage types…

He just wanted to spend more time with his Little Vase.
He didn’t plan on doing anything.
Besides, based on what he’d read… that kind of thing usually just hurt for girls anyway.

There were simpler video tutorials online, but he didn’t want to watch.
It felt wrong. Like watching those would give him styes.
His eyes only had room for his baby.

Thinking it over, a not-so-mature idea popped into his head:

Maybe he should ask Feng Yan? What did he do when he stayed over with Little Vase? Read bedtime stories? Blow-dry her hair? Watch romance movies together?

But if it went beyond that…

Stop! Don’t go there.

Jin Ran could barely stand it. What gave Feng Yan the right to get there first?
Just thinking about him being the “main partner” made Jin Ran grind his molars to dust.

Fuming, he opened the campus forum, unlocked a private thread he had bookmarked, then searched for Feng Yan’s work email.

And shamelessly sent several deeply personal questions.

He didn’t realize he had a new email waiting—because he had just tossed his laptop into the storage room too, along with the trash.

—

The night was long. He couldn’t sleep.

As the sky began to lighten, Jin Ran remembered something. He rushed out to buy groceries and noodles, followed an online tutorial to make breakfast, packed it into a thermal container, and set out again.

As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, the front desk greeted him.

“Mr. Jin, are you here to see Miss Su Ci again? She left early this morning and said you could wait for her in the room.”

A keycard was handed to him.

“She went out?”

For some reason, an unease crept into Jin Ran’s chest. He pulled out his phone to call her—only to hear:

“The number you’ve dialed is powered off.”

Silence. No reply.

“Show me the hotel surveillance footage,” he said, his tone sharp.

The receptionist’s expression changed subtly. Clearly worried, she hurried off to find the manager for authorization.

—

At a nearby café on the corner, Yunci Coffee.

Su Ci had only stepped out to buy a bouquet of flowers.

She hadn’t expected to be forcibly “invited” by two well-trained bodyguards.

Now, seated across from her, was a poised and elegant woman.

“I’m Feng Yan’s mother, Feng Lingyu. This is a check for fifty million.”

The woman’s well-manicured hand slid over a pen and a check already filled out.

Su Ci glanced down.

“A breakup fee?”

She remained calm, her posture steady. Though she didn’t come from wealth, not a flicker of emotion crossed her face.

A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Feng Lingyu’s eyes. Her tone softened.

“Originally, yes. But now that I’ve seen you in person, I’ve changed my mind.”

“Miss Su, I want to work with you. I want you to marry him and become my daughter-in-law.”