Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 74

Compared to the lively and impulsive Jin Ran, Feng Yan was definitely the type to think ten steps ahead—thorough, meticulous, and always in control.

He spent most of his time attending classes and doting on his wife, yet he still carved out a sliver of time to quietly handle company affairs and a certain pair of vermin.

Feng Yan rarely appeared in person at the company. He mainly issued instructions through Assistant He and the management team. Kicking Feng Lingyu and Jiang Haifeng off their thrones was just a matter of time.

He wasn’t in a rush—he wanted them to be utterly ruined.

And the Feng family backing Feng Lingyu? Feng Yan had no intention of letting them off easy either. Some might call him ungrateful, a backstabber even. But if you don’t uproot the weeds, they’ll just grow back in the spring.

As for the police showing up and disturbing his wife’s rest, it took only a little digging for Feng Yan to uncover Jiang Hao’s handiwork behind it all.

Thankfully, his wife had already moved out of the dorm. Otherwise, who knew what damage Jiang Hao might’ve tried to inflict.

Feng Yan used to wonder how someone could be as vicious as Jiang Hao—just a teenager, yet already capable of spinning such malicious lies to frame his father.

Later, at school, she pretended to be the victim, egging classmates on to bully him while she stood by with her arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold from her self-made pedestal.

To be fair, his father had treated the Jiang family well. He knew being a single dad wasn’t easy, so he’d gone out of his way to hire Jiang Haifeng as a chauffeur with a generous salary. During holidays, they never forgot to give Jiang Hao red envelopes and gifts.

Eventually, Feng Yan figured it out. When the head of the household is crooked, the rest of the family won’t stand straight either. Greed knows no bounds—it always wants more.

He had collected solid evidence of Jiang Hao orchestrating the bullying against him, but back then he’d been too green, too powerless to fight the Feng family and Feng Lingyu.

But time has a way of shifting the balance.

Before he met his wife, Feng Yan had fantasized about a thousand different ways to take revenge on Jiang Haifeng and his daughter—ranging from dismemberment, skinning, feeding them to sharks…

After he met his wife, though, he realized it wasn’t worth ruining his life over two filthy rats. He wouldn’t become a criminal and drag her name through the mud.

Lately, Feng Yan had been visibly busier. Assistant He would occasionally bring over important contracts and documents for him to review and sign.

Su Ci would sit nearby and quietly watch him work.

When she had pen and paper in hand, she’d start sketching out of habit. On the page, the man she drew looked young yet steady, exuding the confidence and sharpness of a seasoned adult.

“Baby, what are you drawing?”

While Su Ci was lost in thought, the man suddenly changed expression and pulled her onto his lap. His lips pressed hotly against the nape of her neck from behind.

She turned and kissed him. “Done with work?”

Jin Ran nuzzled her lips and murmured hoarsely, “Not yet. Gotta balance work and rest. I’m exhausted—need a little love from baby to recharge…”

Feng Yan, locked in a metaphorical black box: “…”

Balance, huh? That bastard Jin Ran gets to relax while dumping a mountain of work on me?

Su Ci was already used to the back-and-forth switching between them.

Trying to keep everything balanced wasn’t easy. Like right now—Feng Yan had clearly taken the bigger hit. But if she gave him extra attention, Jin Ran would throw a fit. In the end, nobody would get any rest.

Su Ci didn’t have a split personality herself, but she was getting worn out by the sheer stamina of her lover(s). She dozed off in Jin Ran’s arms, only to wake up to his intense gaze locked on her.

“Baby, what if I’m about to do something really wrong? Like, seriously wrong. If I fail, I might get torn to shreds by public opinion, lose everything, end up homeless… Would you still support me?”

“Then I’ll sell my paintings and support you.” Su Ci answered without hesitation.

Jin Ran didn’t respond, but his eyes glistened. His arms tightened around her, heartbeat pounding wildly against her body.

…

The day Feng Lingyu and Jiang Haifeng were arrested, Su Ci accompanied Feng Yan to the local police station to change his name.

His personalities hadn’t completely merged yet, but Feng Yan had already decided to take on the name Jin Ran, following his father’s surname.

The name “Feng Yan” had been given to him by his father, Jin Mingyuan. In wealthy families like theirs, even illegitimate children usually carried their father’s surname—he had been the only exception.

But he never imagined that the same father who gave him that name would later strangle him with his own hands… and then conspire with another man’s daughter to frame his real father.

After leaving the police station, Su Ci went with Jin Ran to get a haircut. He looked especially handsome today—he had something very important to do soon.

The hair salon TV was playing the S City news.

“This morning, prominent local businesswoman Feng Lingyu and her lover Jiang Haifeng were taken into custody. Investigations revealed a decade’s worth of criminal activity including fraudulent registration, embezzlement, illegal disclosures, and organizing lewd gatherings…”

Jin Ran didn’t react much to the report. He just quietly stared into the mirror at his wife. He didn’t even hear the stylist tell him to close his eyes.

A lock of freshly cut hair landed in his eye.

He blinked a couple times. His eyes turned red and watery.
“Ow… Babe, blow it out for me…”

The hairstylist: “…”

Seriously? Not even trying to hide it now? Just because I looked at your wife a few times?!

…

S City – Songshan Prison

A man in faded prison garb stepped out from under the eaves. Sunlight spilled over his face—still handsome, barely weathered by time.

A man and a woman, both pale and exhausted, were being led in, silver handcuffs glinting on their wrists. They passed him as he walked out.

Only now did Feng Lingyu feel true fear.

She never imagined her own son would seize her by the throat—and toss her into prison without hesitation. He didn’t even come to see her one last time!

The blinding sun made her dizzy.

She turned her head, and her eyes locked onto a familiar face—handsome and deep-set, a face she’d recognize even if turned to ash. Jin Mingyuan.

He was out?!

Ten years went by that fast?

The moment she realized Jin Mingyuan had been released, her first reaction wasn’t fear for the Feng family—but elation. She was saved.

With his power and connections, he could easily reduce her sentence. It wouldn’t be long before he got her out.

She’d be Mrs. Jin again, the envy of all.

She turned and called out, “Mingyuan! It’s me, Mingyuan! Look at me—really look—”

But the man walked past without so much as a glance.

He headed straight for a couple waiting ahead—graceful, radiant, standing beneath a sunshade.

They had loved once. Even after ten years apart, Jin Mingyuan would never fail to recognize her.

But forgiveness didn’t come overnight. His love had long worn thin.

Now, the only one who could stir his heart was the grown-up son by his side… and perhaps the girl standing next to him.

Was that… his daughter-in-law?

Why didn’t Assistant He say anything before the visit? If he’d known, he wouldn’t have shown up looking like this—what a disgrace!

…

Meeting the parents is often the most nerve-wracking part of a relationship.

But for Su Ci, it was as natural as breathing.

She didn’t have to do anything to win over her in-laws—they doted on her like she was their own daughter from day one. It was Jin Ran who felt all the pressure.

He genuinely worried that her parents might not accept his criminal-record-carrying father (even if it was a wrongful conviction), or his less-than-perfect family background.

For the first time, Jin Ran thought maybe his father wasn’t so great after all. Maybe he was dragging him down.

Su Ci reassured him. “Don’t worry. I already explained everything. My parents are reasonable people. They don’t care about that kind of stuff. In fact, they even comforted your dad and told him not to feel guilty.”

Jin Mingyuan, who never once tried to overturn his conviction in ten years of prison, finally filed an appeal—because he wanted to officially welcome his daughter-in-law into the family.

Nurtured by love and kinship, Jin Ran’s split personalities gradually merged into one. He became more cheerful and lively (at least around his beloved wife).

On his twenty-second birthday, Jin Ran proudly received a clean marriage certificate and held a grand wedding with the woman he adored.

Sheng Yao personally attended the wedding and took their photos. Less than two hours later, a post blew up on the school forum—

#Campus Prince and Belle Tie the Knot! The bride is gorgeous, the groom’s a total catch!#

Not long after, Sheng Yao quietly edited her post.

#I take it back. The groom is the worst. What kind of man stops his wife from taking a photo with her bridesmaids?!#

…

The summer cicadas were singing, and sunlight filtered through thick, leafy branches.

Another spring sports meet had arrived.

Miao Lu and Sun Qianqian, both wearing red volunteer caps, took a sip of water and prepared to continue reading out the love letters handed in by a certain tentacle monster.

“To my dearest wife, Su Ci from Class 302, Fine Arts: My love for you will never end, and my ambition always drives me forward. Good luck, baby—I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line!”

“To my beloved Su Ci: The track you run on smells like sugar, the sun is warm, and I can’t wait to hold you in my arms…”

“Cough cough cough…”

Sun Qianqian: “Seriously, how many cringe letters did he write? My throat’s going hoarse…”

Miao Lu: “I knew that guy had ulterior motives when he agreed to let us be bridesmaids. Devious.”

Sun Qianqian: “Forget it, I’m cutting in. If I don’t read the letter I wrote for Su Su now, she’ll finish her whole 1500m race!”

On the rubber track, Su Ci crossed the finish line and landed straight into the arms of her boy—his smile unrestrained and radiant, as if catching her meant catching the entire dazzling summer.

…

A thousand faces, a million interpretations—
But there will always be someone who loves every version of you,
And sees you as the only right answer.