Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 72

It wasn’t fair! Back then, he was only afraid that the monster inside him might hurt his wife by accident!

But now that he knew the jealous “other” was also him, how could Feng Yan possibly give up a chance to cuddle with his wife so easily?

If he didn’t make a move, Jin Ran would trample him and take over—and that was absolutely unacceptable!

Feng Yan spent a full ten minutes convincing himself that modesty was meaningless. Men who act cute live the best lives. He would whine, throw a fit—whatever it took to sleep with his wife.

But the moment he opened the door and met her soft, concerned gaze—and saw the bowl of herbal soup in her hands—Feng Yan felt like he’d been struck by lightning. His lips pressed tight, face pale as paper.

Had his performance been that bad?

So bad that his wife thought she needed to cook him tonics?

Su Ci had no idea what he was thinking. She simply thought he’d been too stressed lately, hiding in the bathroom for cold showers all the time, which wasn’t good for his health. Since physical intimacy triggered his symptoms, maybe some cooling herbal remedies could help balance things out.

But thinking of how Jin Ran had been spreading rumors about him to his wife, Feng Yan nearly burst into tears from frustration. He suddenly wrapped Su Ci in a tight hug, refusing to let go.

“Wife, I’m not… I’m not incapable…”

No way was he drinking weird Chinese medicine.

If that bastard Jin Ran found out, he’d probably claim Feng Yan needed supplements just to satisfy his wife—sowing discord and taking advantage of the situation!

Su Ci set the bowl on the nearby table and gently stroked the boy’s trembling back like she was comforting a frightened kitten.

“Feng Yan, no one said you were incapable. This is just a cooling tonic—it’s not even bitter. I saw your nose bleeding this morning, so I made you a little something to help.”

Because of his trauma with women, she completely understood why he couldn’t move too fast in a relationship.

He’d nearly been strangled to death by a man, bullied for years by the female lead, and his only caring parent had been falsely accused and thrown in prison…

He’d been shattered—twice—by women. In his past life, even just a brush of skin would have him scrubbing his hands raw with sanitizer and disinfectant.

But even though he hated the female lead, psychological abuse alone wasn’t enough to satisfy his thirst for revenge. He’d pretended nothing was wrong while manipulating her with quiet, mental control.

An eye for an eye.

But in this life, Su Ci didn’t want him to carry so much pain. Revenge and healing didn’t have to contradict each other—she was willing to wait for him to open his heart.

Feng Yan blinked, stunned.

She made the soup… because of his nosebleed?

His wife was too good to him!

He grabbed the bowl and gulped it down in one go, then held it out to show her the clean bottom.
“Not a drop left! It’s good. Wife, do you have more?”

Su Ci chuckled and pinched his soft cheek.
“What are you, silly? Even medicine should be taken in moderation. Now get back to bed. Goodnight.”

Feng Yan lowered his thick black lashes. The dark swirls in his eyes seemed to deepen. When he removed his glasses, it was like a seal had been broken—his aura turned sharp and intense.

He laced his fingers with hers and pressed her against the pristine wall. With the other hand, he wrapped around her slim, soft waist.

As he leaned down to kiss her, Feng Yan felt his mind grow hazy. So this was what Jin Ran had been doing while he was trapped in the black void—kissing their wife. So shameless.

The deeper the kiss, the more responsive she became—it was driving him wild. Her warmth was trembling under his palms.

“Ah—”

Su Ci let out a small yelp as she was suddenly lifted off the ground.

Then came the gentle kisses—on her brow, her nose, her eyelids—Feng Yan’s husky voice coaxed softly against her ear:
“Don’t be scared, baby… don’t be nervous. Just relax…”

It wasn’t clear if he was trying to calm her—or give himself a pep talk. From Su Ci’s perspective, his face was completely red, his lashes fluttering uncontrollably.

The so-called “cooling herbal tonic” might have had the opposite effect.

…

At 1 a.m., Feng Yan nervously kissed his wife’s flushed cheek. He glanced at the disheveled bed, carefully wrapped her in a blanket, and carried her back to the next room.

There might have been some subconscious competition going on between him and a certain someone.

But what really undid him were those affectionate eyes Su Ci gave him—like she could only see him, constantly encouraging and cheering him on.

It made him feel like what he’d done was some incredible achievement… not that he’d just bullied her until she could barely make a sound.

Even her tearful voice had sounded beautiful.

Feng Yan gently laid his exhausted wife on the bed. Then he crawled in beside her, propped his chin on one hand, and gazed at her sleeping face, a smile tugging at his lips.

Su Ci was tired—but she hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

His gaze was a little possessive, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It made her feel strangely safe and comfortable. He was her exclusive puppy.

Even if that puppy had two faces.

It was fine—his master would always spoil him.

The soft glow from the night lamp cast warm shadows. In the dim light, those burning crimson eyes grew darker.

Su Ci frowned slightly. Why wasn’t he cuddling her to sleep?

She opened her eyes—only to meet the wild, wolfish gaze of someone very familiar.

“…Jin Ran?”

The tall, solid frame lowered over her. Her entire field of vision darkened. He braced himself with strong arms on either side of her head, careful not to crush her.

“Baby’s so smart. You guessed right. Should I reward you with a little variety? Time to do a taste test.”

Compared to the other dull and uptight personality—

Jin Ran was clearly a manic little wolfdog.

Shame? What shame?

All he cared about was making her feel so good that all she remembered was him. He’d erase every trace of that other guy from her mind.

Su Ci nearly couldn’t handle the heat of his passion. Her lashes clung with mist, and her fingers clutched the wrinkled bedsheets—tight, then loose again.

And the little wolfdog was still nibbling her earlobe, breath hot in her ear.
“Don’t grab the pillow, baby. Grab me, okay? Hm?”

…

Unfortunately, they had an 8 a.m. class.

It was an elective, so whether Baby showed up or not didn’t matter. Once he got back, he’d explain it all to her in painstaking detail. Jin Ran turned off her alarm ahead of time and left breakfast warming in the pot.

In the lecture hall, the old professor called roll.

“Su Ci.”

“Here,” Jin Ran answered.

“…?”

The professor stared.

He might be getting old, but he wasn’t deaf or blind. If you’re gonna fake attendance, at least pick someone of the same gender! Today’s college students really had no shame.

Everyone in the computer science department knew Su Ci. At his words, the entire class turned to stare, faces full of disdain.

Feng Yan the school heartthrob—has his skin gotten even thicker?

Unbothered, Jin Ran said calmly:
“Professor, Su Ci is my girlfriend. She’s sick and couldn’t come today, so she asked me to let you know. I’ll hand in the leave slip after class.”

The old professor adjusted his glasses.
“Alright, then.”

He was just trying to keep tabs on his top students.

In the last row of the auditorium, Jiang Hao sat with a cap and mask on, her poisoned gaze fixed on the empty seat beside Jin Ran.

Su Ci must be locked up by now, right?

Serves her right. Poor thing.

Last time she tipped off Feng Lingyu, not only did she get nothing in return—her allowance got cut off. She’d been living like a beggar ever since.

She needed to do something to prove her worth.

Like… get Jin Ran thrown behind bars too.

Jiang Hao had lived in comfort for too long. She had no clue about the current state of the Jin family. She never even considered that Feng Lingyu’s “strength” might just be a hollow front.

The thought of revenge being so close—and the massive payout she’d get from Feng Lingyu—made her tremble uncontrollably, like someone in the throes of Parkinson’s.

Suddenly, the professor slammed his hand on the podium.

“You in the back! Mask girl! Yes, you! If you don’t want to be here, get out of my class!”

You think I can’t hear your smug little laugh?!