Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 66

Everyone appreciates beauty.

When Feng Lingyu married Jin Mingyuan back then, a major reason was his strikingly handsome face—graceful and refined like jade. Of course, there was also the Jin family’s immense fortune.

But she had never been able to suppress her wandering heart. No matter how good-looking or wealthy Jin Mingyuan was, after enough time, she inevitably grew tired of him.

After giving birth to Feng Yan, she began secretly seeing other men behind Jin Mingyuan’s back. One of them was Jiang Hao’s biological father, Jiang Haifeng.

Feng Yan was her son, and he had inherited Jin Mingyuan’s good looks. How could she not like him?
But it was his fault for being so inflexible.

He had insisted on exposing her affair with Jiang Haifeng to the world.

On paper, the Feng and Jin families were joined in marriage. In reality, the Fengs were marrying up.
A scandal like this would ruin her—and the entire Feng family.

So, in the name of self-preservation, Feng Lingyu teamed up with Jiang Haifeng’s daughter to send Jin Mingyuan to prison—on a rape charge. He was sentenced to ten years.

After he went to jail, half of Jin Corporation’s shares fell into the hands of Feng Lingyu and Jiang Haifeng.
The other half? Feng Yan held on tightly, never letting them get a single inch.

Their mother-son relationship had never recovered.

Feng Lingyu didn’t care about this son. All she wanted was the Jin Corporation shares in his possession.

Last night, Jiang Hao had sent word that Feng Yan’s condition had improved. So she came in person to meet this capable “daughter-in-law.”

Money could move mountains, but even after years of seeing top-tier beauties, this girl still stunned her.

She had the kind of flawless features that could unify all aesthetic preferences.

Any thought of forcing them apart evaporated instantly.
She just wanted to bring this girl home, dress her up every day, and admire her beauty.

Su Ci felt uncomfortable under the woman’s intense gaze.

Only Jin Ran—or Feng Yan—was allowed to look at her like that.

“Rip—”

The check was torn apart, its pieces fluttering down like snow.

Su Ci’s lips curled coldly. “Mrs. Feng, you’re not worthy.”

She remembered the day Feng Yan was just eleven years old.

His father, Jin Mingyuan, had gone on a business trip to a branch office.
Feng Lingyu had taken Jiang Haifeng—their driver—into the master bedroom on the second floor and told the housekeeper, Madam Sun, not to let anyone come upstairs.

That day, Feng Yan and Jiang Hao were in the living room doing homework.
After a while, Jiang Hao suddenly demanded to see her father and told Feng Yan to go upstairs and fetch him.

Feng Yan refused coldly. “My mom is in a meeting. It’s important. Don’t bother her.”

Every time his mother brought a strange man upstairs, that’s what she’d tell him.

To his innocent mind, both his parents were powerful, successful businesspeople.
He wanted to be a good kid—to make them proud.

But Jiang Hao’s eyes gleamed with something sinister. She clutched her stomach and rolled on the floor, moaning.

“Don’t disturb Auntie, just quietly get my dad for me…”

She used her stomachache to keep the housekeeper distracted.
Feng Yan had no choice but to sneak upstairs.

He never expected his entire worldview to shatter.

His beloved mother—entangled on the master bed with the driver Jiang Haifeng.
Above the headboard hung a photo from his parents’ wedding.

The man cursed. The woman shrieked. Between the vulgar words, there were taunts directed at his father.

Little Feng Yan didn’t understand what they were doing.

All he felt was nausea. He ran to the bathroom to vomit, then called his dad on his children’s smartwatch.
His father had always said—his personal space was sacred.

“Bang—!”

The call never connected.

Jiang Haifeng, still half-dressed, grabbed the antique vase from the bedside table and smashed it over Feng Yan’s head. Blood splattered everywhere.

Through the haze of blood, Feng Yan reached for his fallen watch—only to feel a hand tighten around his throat.

It was his mother’s.

The woman who had given him life… was now trying to take it away.

Feng Yan stopped struggling. He let himself sink into unconsciousness.

But he didn’t die.

As the world spun, he saw a tall, imposing figure—

His father.

Why was he back? Had he forgotten a document? Or maybe picked up something interesting on the road to bring back to Mom?

In that moment, Feng Yan was filled with sorrow.

His dad had loved Mom so deeply—and now he had to witness something so vile.

What happened afterward, Feng Yan didn’t remember. He had passed out.

When he woke up, the air reeked of disinfectant.
Assistant He told him:
“Your father was arrested for allegedly raping a minor.”

“Skin tissue was found under Mr. Jin’s fingernails. It matched Jiang Hao’s DNA. Further examination confirmed… the source was him.”

“That’s impossible! They framed him!”

His father had injured Jiang Hao while trying to protect him.
As for the sexual assault—Feng Lingyu, who was secretly involved with Jiang Haifeng, could’ve easily faked the evidence.

But Assistant He just looked at him calmly, his gaze meaningful.

“Young Master, the truth from your lips carries no weight. No one dares to believe you.”

Only the powerful are allowed to speak truths that matter.

Jin Mingyuan had once been such a man.

But his love had made him blind. Foolish.
Even after all that, he never thought of fighting back—just begged Feng Lingyu to visit him in detention.

From that point on, Feng Yan’s mental state became unstable.

When he returned to school and ran into Jiang Hao during a break, he snapped and attacked her.

He was now labeled “the child of a rapist.”
She, the “victim,” had a crowd of followers—and she began subjecting Feng Yan to constant bullying.

This continued until he got older.

And it was through this endless torment that his split personalities took shape.

One version of him learned to endure and hide his sharp edges.
The other could take on five bullies at once—easily beating down the very punks who once locked him in the bathroom stall and dumped cold water on his head.

Su Ci had rewatched this part of the story countless times.

Every detail was etched into her memory.
The nausea, the revulsion—she could feel it as if it were her own.

Even after being rejected coldly, Feng Lingyu didn’t lose her composure. She continued smiling, elegant and poised.

“Why not consider it? Feng Yan controls most of Jin Corporation’s shares. If you help me get them back, I won’t keep a single cent. It’ll all be your dowry.”

It was already a tempting enough offer. She paused, then added:

“I’m not trying to separate you two. I’m just getting older and craving some familial warmth.”

She didn’t care if her son stayed home or not.
She just wanted a daughter-in-law for company.

Su Ci looked down, remembering how Jin Ran had messaged her last night about opening an art gallery.
He’d even attached a share transfer agreement for her to review.

Half of Jin Corporation—he’d long decided to gift it to her.
All that was left was for her to sign today.

She wasn’t even that interested in it.

But her chest still felt warm.

Su Ci stood up, drawing back her chair with poise. She was polite, but distant.

“I’ll marry him as his wife, but I will never be your daughter-in-law. It’s getting late. I have tulips to deliver to my lover.”

For eternal love. For endless devotion.

As she walked away, her figure growing smaller, Feng Lingyu stared blankly.

Lover…?

She couldn’t love anyone except herself.

She also knew—none of her lovers loved her back.
What they adored was her power, her wealth, her status.

And Jin Mingyuan?

He’d been nothing more than a foolish man lost in self-inflicted heartbreak.

A bodyguard stepped forward and bowed.

“Madam, shall we bring Miss Su back by force?”

After all, when Madam Feng wanted something—man, woman, or treasure—she never came back empty-handed.

It was rare to see such beauty.
In the past, she would’ve never let someone like Su Ci go.

Feng Lingyu rubbed her temple, tired.

“Forget it. Let her go. Once she realizes Feng Yan’s illness is incurable, she’ll come crawling back to me on her own.”

After Su Ci left, Jiang Hao finally stood from behind the café counter.

Her lips were pale from being bitten too hard, her expression twisted with resentment.

“Aunt Feng… what were you thinking just now?”