Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 71

[Feng Yan is such a damn bastard. He takes everything from me—even the girl I like?]

[I’m speechless. Who the hell wants to steal his selfies? I, Jin Ran—never change my name, never switch my surname—will crush Feng Yan in the next campus heartthrob competition and take first place!]

[Sneaking around with my baby tonight. So exciting.]

[The couple rings my baby picked out herself—what do I do? Once I put it on, I don’t want to take it off. I really wish Feng Yan could see with his own eyes who she truly loves.]

[…]

Jin Ran?

That bastard who looked exactly like him?

Feng Yan felt something was seriously wrong.

Maybe… this wasn’t about two people who just happened to look alike.

Being constantly mistaken for someone else at school, unfamiliar men’s items showing up at home, random memory gaps… An unbelievable answer was slowly taking shape.

Feng Yan’s heart began pounding wildly.

Could it be… that he and Jin Ran were the same person?

The thought was terrifying.

So much so that even when out to lunch with his wife, Feng Yan was completely out of it—he absentmindedly shoved a peeled shrimp shell into his mouth and bit down with a crunch.

Jin Ran, who finally found an opening to resurface and breathe, was horrified to discover his mouth full of gritty fragments, and in his hand—a decorative garlic bulb, which he was just about to eat.

“…”

Damn it! That peasant’s trying to sabotage me so I can’t kiss my baby?!

Jin Ran immediately tossed the garlic aside and excused himself to the restroom. In truth, he was headed to the front desk to ask for mouthwash and gum, then ran to the mirror to scrub every trace of the foul taste from his mouth.

In the mirror, the boy’s eyes and expression shifted rapidly. He mumbled to himself like he’d completely lost his mind.

Nearby, a child washing his hands tugged his father’s sleeve.
“Daddy, that big brother’s really good at pretend. He’s talking to himself—just like it’s real!”

Feng Yan / Jin Ran: “…”

Once the kid left, Jin Ran scowled and raised an eyebrow.
“Tsk, you couldn’t hold out for even a few hours? Have you any idea how long I’ve been locked up since last night?”

He’d fallen asleep with his sweet, fragrant baby in his arms, only to wake up imprisoned in a godforsaken void—while someone else kissed his little flower vase in his place!

Thankfully, he managed to break free for just a bit.

But then?!

Right at the most critical moment—he fizzled out! Got yanked back into that cold, lonely, dark room again!

And he’d been trapped there ever since!

Feng Yan said coldly,
“My name’s on the ID and the household register. No one’s going to acknowledge you as a separate person. You don’t need to exist.”

Jin Ran smirked, unfazed.
“My baby acknowledges me.”

Feng Yan choked on his words. His wife was just too kind—way too tolerant of this smooth-talking bastard.

Jin Ran made a suggestion.
“Why don’t we fight it out? Winner gets to take Baby out on a date today. The loser doesn’t lose much either. When Baby kisses me, it’s not like you don’t feel it.”

As far as he was concerned, his victory was guaranteed.

Feng Yan didn’t want to agree at first—until he remembered that damn notebook, where Jin Ran had written:

[Whether it’s looks or physique, I crush Feng Yan. Baby choosing me as her lover was the smartest decision ever.]

Their consciousnesses clashed violently in that dark void.

With no one in control of the body, it slammed straight into the sink with a loud thud. Their strikingly handsome face took a direct hit.

Jin Ran had been in the restroom far too long.

Worried, Su Ci went to check and found him collapsed on the floor, pupils unfocused, limbs icy cold, twitching occasionally—it was terrifying.

She immediately called an ambulance. A waiter helped her carry Jin Ran to the curb to wait.

At the hospital, the doctor ran a full battery of tests and found nothing physically wrong. He offered a strained smile and tried to reassure her.

“This is how DID works. He’ll come around eventually. I’ll check on him again later. Here’s my number—feel free to reach out after discharge if anything comes up…”

Before he could finish, the boy on the hospital bed snatched the business card, tore it into four pieces, and tossed them straight into the trash.

Feng Yan / Jin Ran:
“Don’t even try to use this trick to hit on my wife/baby. I don’t care if you’re a woman—it’s still a no. I’m not sick. Now get lost.”

Female doctor: “…”

Look into my eyes!

Tell me—do you really think there’s nothing wrong with your brain?!