Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 67

That was half of Jin Corporation’s shares!

And Feng Lingyu had actually promised to give all of it to Su Ci—as a wedding gift, without taking a cent for herself?

Didn’t she hate Feng Yan the most?

Then why would she help him marry Su Ci?

Jiang Hao couldn’t make sense of it. She had ruined her own reputation, falsely accused Jin Mingyuan of rape, all just to help Feng Lingyu gain control of the company—and in the end, she’d only received a measly fifty million yuan!

And that wasn’t even for her alone. It was split between her and her father as “compensation for their hard work.”

Now, after meeting Su Ci just once, Feng Lingyu was suddenly so generous?

Someone like Feng Lingyu, who’d clawed her way through the upper-class circles, could see right through Jiang Hao’s thoughts. Her expression held pride—laced with undisguised contempt.

“Don’t forget who you and your father are. Don’t waste your time fantasizing about things you were never meant to have.”

Jiang Haifeng had once been Jin Mingyuan’s driver. He behaved well enough while under her thumb.
Unfortunately, his daughter was nothing like him.

So young, yet full of schemes.

Because they’d helped her in the past, Feng Lingyu decided not to hold it against them.

But Jiang Hao felt deeply humiliated. She wiped at the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, grabbed her bag, and stormed out of the café—heart full of resentment.

Wealth, power, love—why did others get them so easily, while she wasn’t even allowed to dream of having them?

One day, she’d trample Feng Lingyu and Jin Ran beneath her feet—let them know what it felt like to be humiliated and crushed!

—

Su Ci hugged the dew-fresh bouquet in her arms, walking faster and faster, worried that Jin Ran would get anxious if he couldn’t find her.

Then suddenly, a crisp gust of wind hit her at the corner.

Carrying with it the scent of flowers—and an urgent, overwhelming longing.

When the street’s surveillance blacked out and he realized the “little flower vase” had been taken by that woman, Jin Ran’s last thread of rationality snapped. He sprinted straight toward the café like a madman.

He never expected to run into her mid-way. Looking down, he saw her face framed by a bundle of beautiful flowers—rosy cheeks, glowing eyes, gazing up at him with the softness of dawn.

“Jin Ran, this morning I—”

She moved to wrap her arms around his waist. But before she could finish, he suddenly scooped her up by the waist and carried her into a quiet alley nearby.

“Baby, are you hurt? Did that lunatic threaten you? Don’t listen to anything she says—it’s all to drive a wedge between us! It’s my fault, I should’ve protected you better…”

The usually aloof and rebellious boy now had panic and suppressed rage in his eyes as he anxiously checked Su Ci over, inch by inch, terrified she’d been harmed in the slightest.

He was even wearing a neatly tied tie today—looking like he was heading to the civil affairs bureau to register for marriage.
But his flustered expression completely betrayed the outfit’s formal vibe.

Su Ci tugged at his tie. She hadn’t even pulled hard when he bent down obediently, like a loyal wolfdog at her feet.

“Jin Ran, there’s something I really want to do right now.”

“What is it? Baby, just say the word. As long as it’s not breaking up, I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me…”

“I’m not leaving you.”

Su Ci laced her fingers into his sweaty palm, her fingertips sliding gently between his.

“I just want a good morning kiss from my little lover.”

And so, a tender kiss fell—soft and restrained.
It wandered, lingered, trailed…
Love burning quietly, matched only by the rising sun and the chorus of cicadas.

—

Afraid that Feng Lingyu might try to take Su Ci away again, Jin Ran had the perfect excuse to bring his “little flower vase” home—and keep her under 24-hour protection.

That first night, when he brought his blanket over to “serve her bedtime needs,” he was nervous beyond belief. He’d even followed an online guide and spritzed a bit of subtle, fresh cologne on himself.

But barely ten seconds into bed, Jin Ran realized—none of those high-end perfumes could compare to the natural scent of the soft, fragrant Su Ci beside him.

He wrapped around her like an octopus.
Clung to her like a cat obsessed with its favorite blanket.

Completely addicted.

Her scent—sweet, milky, warm—he loved it.
And promptly forgot everything he’d rehearsed.

Only after snuggling against her for over an hour did he feel even a little satisfied. He planted a lingering kiss on her forehead and murmured:

“Goodnight, sleep well, baby.”

Su Ci looked up at him, resting on his chest.

“Do I have to sleep on top of you? It’s kind of… bumpy. I can’t fall asleep.”

Jin Ran finally let go and carefully laid her down, then propped his head up to watch her sleep—
Damn. Even asleep she’s this cute. I want to kiss her again!

But worried that he’d wake her and ruin her sleep, he forcibly restrained his eager lips.

Mmm… Baby’s right here, but somehow I still don’t feel sleepy.

He didn’t know how long he’d been staring at her peaceful sleeping face when his eyelids finally grew heavy.
Just before he dozed off, a soft kiss landed gently on the corner of his lips.

“Goodnight… Boyfriend Number Two.”

—

The chirping of birds welcomed the morning.

When Feng Yan opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling, he didn’t realize the severity of the situation just yet.
Out of habit, he reached for his glasses.

But something in his arms felt off.

He lowered his head—and saw the girl lying nestled in his embrace.

Feng Yan’s usually sharp and efficient brain completely froze. His limbs locked up in a cramp.

Afraid to wake his “female friend,” he held in the pain and didn’t move a muscle.

Five minutes later, he slowly pulled the blanket up over her bare, smooth shoulder.
With his other hand, he quietly grabbed his phone for help—

[Woke up in a female friend’s bed. How do I avoid awkwardness and save the friendship?]

His twitchy fingers kept refreshing the comment section—completely betraying his inner panic.

That blanket over them? Just self-deception.

Feng Yan could feel her soft, delicate hand resting directly on his chest. No barrier whatsoever.

Not long ago, their relationship was strictly “human mannequin and artist.”

And now… they’d slept in the same bed?

Who made the first move?

Feng Yan desperately tried to recall something from last night.
What came to mind was a blurry scene:
He was clutching a thin blanket, throwing himself onto her bed like a starving puppy—sniffing, kissing, licking all over her.

The world was ending.

Feng Yan was sure—he must’ve been drunk on fake liquor last night.

That ridiculous, lecherous flirt in his memory couldn’t possibly be him.

He wanted to shake his head to erase the shameful memories—
But he didn’t dare move and risk waking the girl in his arms.
Face flushed red, he kept scrolling the comments.

[Verdict: A desperate man’s final fantasy before being killed by his bargain-bin phone. Also, he’s refusing to take responsibility.]

[Did you make the move, or did she? Don’t be scared, bro—it’s friendship sealed with a kiss. Now grab your ID cards and nine bucks—go get that marriage certificate!]

Feng Yan remembered another moment—
At the hotel room door, the girl had looked at him with a teasing smile and asked:

“It’s getting late. Aren’t you staying with me?”

He smiled slightly, pride peeking through, and typed:

[She made the first move. But she’s my best friend, and I didn’t have the heart to reject her.]

[Is this a dreamer or a troll? Who peed yellow? Wake this guy up.]

[Unless this is a troll post, this guy’s only worthy of being a backup plan. If it is a troll, I curse him to sleep with his wife in separate rooms for life.]

[Pretending to ask for advice but really just showing off—get lost, I’m gonna puke.]

[Seriously?! I was trying to help you figure this out and you pull this? Bro, you think I’m Japanese or something? You’re blocked.]