Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 73

There were only morning classes on Monday. The second the bell rang, Jin Ran shot out of the building and jumped on his electric scooter, weaving through the campus roads like a man possessed.

He couldn’t wait even one second more to see his baby.

On the way, he passed a flower vendor on the sidewalk and screeched to a stop, picking out the freshest, most beautiful bouquet of Manta roses.

Then he zoomed into a pet store and a milk tea shop—thinking his baby might be hungry when she woke up—and emerged with both arms full of bags.

The scooter’s trunk was stuffed to the brim, but Jin Ran still felt it wasn’t enough. If I’d known I’d need this much stuff, I would’ve brought a different car to class.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a leather goods store on the side of the road.

He parked and strode in, showing great interest in the various leather whips on display.

Cough. He’d bullied his baby too hard last night. He figured he’d bring home a whip as a peace offering—if she got mad, she could hit him with it to vent.

Behind a tall potted plant, Jiang Hao was watching. When she saw Jin Ran miming a whipping motion with the leather strap in hand, her scalp went numb. Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if she could feel her skin being flayed open.

I knew it! Jin Ran’s going to do something to Su Ci!

She stared at the familiar digits on her phone screen, took a deep breath, and pressed dial, lowering her voice.

“Hello? Is this the police? I need to report a case of illegal confinement and abuse…”

…

Since the police station was near Jin Ran’s home, the officers actually arrived before he did.

Hearing the doorbell, Su Ci, still drowsy, changed clothes and headed downstairs. As soon as she opened the door, she was met with a lineup of fully armed officers in uniform.

“…?”

The officers were just as confused. They’d rushed here, weapons in hand, worried about the victim’s safety after a call came in about a violent adult male suspect.

But the person who opened the door… was a sleepy-eyed, soft-spoken, delicate girl who looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly.

She was so fragile and pretty that people might not even believe she could yell at a dog, let alone imprison or abuse someone.

The big, burly officers exchanged awkward glances.

Su Ci politely greeted them.
“Uncles, is there something I can help you with? My boyfriend’s not home right now, but I’ll cooperate however I can.”

She figured they might be investigating Jin Ran’s father’s old case—it had always been full of inconsistencies—so she wasn’t too surprised.

The squad leader, seeing that the suspect wasn’t home, decided it was a good opportunity to search the place for the so-called “basement” the report had mentioned.

“Miss, here’s the thing. There’s a city-wide safety inspection going on. We’re just checking for faulty wiring, crumbling walls, that kind of thing.”

Su Ci smiled politely.
“Thank you, officers. You’re true public servants. There’s no one else home—feel free to look around.”

The squad leader felt a little embarrassed. They were actually here to find a deranged abuser, but they didn’t want to scare the girl by telling her outright.

Su Ci knew this wasn’t just about some casual inspection, but she didn’t interfere. She had a clear conscience—no reason to fear anyone knocking on her door.

Meanwhile, Jin Ran was humming to himself as he rode home, but before he even entered the courtyard, he saw a crowd of tall men in uniform with batons swarming his soft little baby, interrogating her like she was a criminal.

His pupils contracted instantly. It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, sending a sharp pain through every vein. His hands began to tremble.

“Bang—!”

The scooter crashed into the phoenix tree in the courtyard and flipped over. Jin Ran fell hard onto the ground, but he ignored the scrapes on his elbows and knees. He leapt up and sprinted toward Su Ci like a man possessed.

In Jin Ran’s eyes, not all cops were good guys.

Especially not the ones who’d arrested his father without even checking the facts.

So what he saw now looked like a group of thugs bullying his baby and trying to force a confession out of her.

But in reality, the “interrogation” looked more like this:

Officer A: “Sweetheart, you’re in college now, right? It’s important to focus on your studies. Romance can wait…”

Officer B: “How did you and your boyfriend meet? These days, men can be real pieces of work—seem decent on the outside, but secretly doing all kinds of shady, criminal stuff…”

Officer C: “Oh, you’re an art student? Great! You could be a famous artist someday. Just make sure to keep your eyes open when picking a partner…”

Every sentence was basically suggesting that Jin Ran was a criminal.

Su Ci didn’t brush them off with vague answers—she responded seriously.

“Thank you for your concern, uncles. My boyfriend is a good man.”

“He gets excellent grades, helps others, and has never once broken school rules or laws. I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

The officers were about to push a bit further when the “suspect” suddenly burst in, bleeding and breathless, shoving through the crowd to shield the girl behind him.

Jin Ran’s palm was scraped and bloody, so he didn’t dare touch Su Ci. His brow furrowed in concern as he asked,

“Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“No.” Su Ci took his wrist and led him inside. “How did you get hurt? Don’t be so reckless—I feel bad when you’re injured.”

Jin Ran looked sheepish and mumbled an apology.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was too anxious. I was afraid they’d take you away, accuse you of something, frame you…”

Just like they did to his dad.

The officers: “…?”

Young man, that’s not something you should say aloud! We are law-abiding public servants!

Su Ci found the first-aid kit and began disinfecting and wrapping his wounds. Meanwhile, the squad leader returned from searching the villa. Everything was safe and normal.

As for the “basement” mentioned in the report—it did exist. But it wasn’t filled with weapons or torture devices. Instead, it was a neatly arranged gallery of framed paintings, clearly belonging to the woman of the house.

The squad leader apologized and even praised the artwork before announcing the search was over and leading his team out the door.

It seemed like just a minor, harmless incident.

But Jin Ran stood there watching the officers leave, dark shadows swirling in his eyes. After a long moment, he turned and pouted pitifully.

“Baby, the flowers I bought for you got ruined, the milk tea spilled, the scooter’s wrecked, and I’m all hurt… why is my luck so bad today?”

Just as Su Ci was about to comfort him, she watched him do a smooth 180, switching faces without pause.

“Wife, don’t worry about him. He deserved it. I wouldn’t be so sloppy if I were the one doing it. We can go out and buy new flowers and milk tea later, okay?”

…

Back in the dorm, Jiang Hao was pacing with her phone, having imagined a dozen versions of Jin Ran getting arrested. Maybe the police would even present her with a banner in thanks.

Finally, her phone rang—but what came through was a stern lecture from the squad leader.

“Comrade, if you have personal grievances, please resolve them privately. You can’t spread rumors just because you don’t get along with your roommate. Who they date is their business. Filing a false report and wasting police resources is serious misconduct…”

Jiang Hao bit her lip, pale-faced, and collapsed into a chair. How could this be the result? Didn’t they find that basement?

Useless! Every last one of them!