Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 7

“N-No, Su-laoshi, my mom just asked me to bring you something to eat… So annoying, making me run errands for something this trivial. I’m going back to sleep!”

Afraid Su Ci might see the twisted, dark expression on his face, Qi Du turned and fled without looking back.

Su Ci didn’t even have time to call after him. The tall boy had already bolted, using his long legs and sheer energy to vanish down the path. His lonely retreating figure looked like an abandoned, pitiful little puppy.

The crowd of hopeful suitors stood in awkward silence. Even though they had just been rejected, none of them were in a rush to leave—after all, no one had actually seen this so-called “boyfriend” with their own eyes.

Worst-case scenario, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t even bring breakfast? Definitely not a keeper. They figured the two would break up sooner or later—leaving them with another chance.

Su Ci lifted the lunchbox in her hand.

“Alright, you can all leave now. My boyfriend’s just a little shy—he got scared off by such a big crowd. I need to go calm him down.”

The suitors instantly deflated.

That shy little brat throwing a tantrum earlier… was that the fairy-like goddess’s boyfriend? What was he, twelve? And he was obviously a mama’s boy, right?

Even if they were bitterly jealous, none of them dared disrupt Su Ci’s class. They pretended to disperse, but secretly trailed her to the lecture hall.

The elderly professor with reading glasses glanced at the unusually high attendance and ended up lecturing for the entire morning. Afterward, he even filed a complaint with the academic affairs office, saying the classroom was too small for all the students.

Meanwhile, An Kefan had taken on a new tutoring job, though it was quite far from Jingda.

After using her campus card for a cheap cafeteria lunch, she borrowed thirty yuan from a roommate to catch a ride.

Her roommate transferred the money without hesitation, though she found it odd. Kefan was usually the most frugal one among them, and there was a metro station nearby.

But hey, everyone splurges now and then. Besides, Kefan always worked diligently—she’d definitely pay it back.

The student she was tutoring lived in an old neighborhood. The building was run-down and had no elevator. The stairwell was so narrow that two people couldn’t walk side by side.

By the time An Kefan reached the seventh floor, she was drenched in sweat. Just then, the student’s parent was heading out.

A tired-looking middle-aged woman with a sharp, intimidating expression and a fake designer bag slung over her shoulder.

A trace of disdain flashed in An Kefan’s eyes. Living in a dump like this and still buying knockoff luxury bags? How embarrassing.

She still wasn’t too happy about the 150-yuan hourly rate, but she hadn’t found a better offer yesterday, so she had no choice but to accept it for now.

The woman gave her a fawning, fake smile.

“Xiao An, you’re here? Come in and make yourself at home—I’m rushing out and won’t be a good host… just treat it like your own place.”

“My kid’s got a huge subject gap. Please check on him properly. If only he could get into Jingda like you…”

An Kefan smiled politely. “Don’t worry, Auntie. I’ll keep a close eye on Xiao Tao’s homework. He still has a lot of potential to improve.”

But internally, she scoffed—what, was Jingda some kind of garbage collection station? A kid who scored barely 30 or 40 points on mock exams would be lucky to get into a mediocre college, let alone Jingda.

The woman didn’t see it that way. As a single mom, she’d pinned all her hopes on her child’s future. Hiring a tutor at 150 yuan an hour had been a painful decision.

To her, An Kefan had already agreed to help Xiao Tao get into Jingda.

Before she left, the woman reminded her, “Xiao An, I put some fruit in the fridge for you two. Don’t forget to wash and eat it later.”

“Got it,” An Kefan replied, closing the door behind her.

In her last life, every time she went to the Qi family for tutoring, there were imported fruits and delicate afternoon tea. She’d long grown accustomed to that kind of hospitality.

As soon as the door shut, the stifling room was filled with the stench of smoke, alcohol, and sweat. A few smelly men’s socks were tossed near the shoe cabinet.

Two steps in, and she stepped on a crumpled men’s tank top.

Pinching her nose in disgust, she muttered—wasn’t this supposed to be a single-parent household? What was with all these signs of some random man living here?

Naturally, the kid didn’t have a private study. His “room” was a cramped ten-square-meter space with children’s furniture.

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by a string of curses.

“Dumb jungle! Can’t play for shit, just rot in the wild area for life! Zhen Ji, you loser bot—go work in a factory already, will you?”

The messy room had no AC. Books were strewn everywhere. The boy sat cross-legged on the bed, glanced at her, then went right back to his game.

The room was filthy and smelled awful. There wasn’t even a place to sit. An Kefan felt suffocated.

Qi Du’s room had also been a mess, but it was the kind of mess that still had aesthetic value. She might not have recognized his comic figures and collectibles, but the taste was undeniable.

Elsewhere, Qi Du had wandered aimlessly for hours under the 40°C sun, finally stumbling back home, drained and disoriented.

A bitter, molten ache bubbled in his chest, rising up his throat like lava. His voice was hoarse—he couldn’t speak.

Why would Su-laoshi have a boyfriend?

Would she still come tutor him that afternoon? What if her boyfriend asked her out? Would she choose to go instead?

Or maybe she would come anyway—but only for the money. Maybe she’d save it up for dates, travel, or hotel stays with her boyfriend…

His mind spiraled with terrifying possibilities. Qi Du clutched his head, agony twisting his slender back until it looked like it might snap under invisible weight.

Uncle Zhong, the butler, was overseeing the cleaning of Qi Du’s room and the adjacent storage space.

He had no idea what got into the young master, but ever since he dropped off Su-laoshi last night, he’d been hellbent on clearing out the entire room.

Qi Du had always treasured those things. Normally he wouldn’t let anyone touch them. Zhong didn’t know what to do with them now.

“Just toss it all. The sooner the better. Uncle Zhong, contact the best interior designer—I want a full remodel. Actually, never mind, I’ll handle it myself. Just hurry and clear it out.”

Of course Zhong wouldn’t throw anything away. What if the young master wanted it back someday?

So, he carefully moved everything into storage.

When he saw Qi Du return, drenched and pale, Zhong rushed over.

“Young Master, what’s wrong? Didn’t you say you looked up her class schedule and were going to ‘experience college life’ with Miss Su? Why are you back alone at noon?”

Qi Du’s face was ghostly pale, lips bloodless, and his clothes soaked through with sweat. His expression was dark and menacing, shrouded in a murderous aura.

But Zhong could tell—this wasn’t the look of someone ready to kill.

This was the look of someone who’d just had their heart gouged out.

Four hours under the scorching sun—no one could endure that.

Qi Du had come down with heatstroke.

In his dazed, feverish state, he vaguely felt something cool and soft on his forehead. Then someone helped him sit up, letting him lean against a bony, slender shoulder.

“Be good. Open your mouth. Take your medicine.”

Qi Du cracked open his eyes. In his blurry vision, he saw—

“…Su…”

He couldn’t make out her face, but he remembered her scent. So sweet, so fragrant, yet never cloying—like a luscious, refreshing fruit.

From Su Ci’s perspective, the boy’s ears had turned bright red. His misty eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth—revealing two pearly-white canine teeth.

Then he bit her shoulder.

And even licked it with his feverishly hot tongue.

Su Ci happened to be wearing an off-shoulder top. Completely unaware of what he was doing, Qi Du nibbled and licked like a hungry pup who’d found a bone, making wet, smacking sounds.

Uncle Zhong, who was standing there holding herbal tea and cooling syrup:
“…”

This shameless young master… how utterly disgraceful.

For the sake of not ruining Miss Su’s impression, he decided, just for this moment—

He was not the young master’s butler.