Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 75

Ever since starting college, Jiang Hao rarely returned home. She either stayed in the dorms or at hotels. After all, that house belonged to Feng Lingyu. She and her father were nothing but lowly servants in that place.

She didn’t want to go back and face the cold sarcasm and disdain.

So when she met up with a senior at the cafeteria for a meal and happened to see the news on the wall-mounted TV, Jiang Hao froze on the spot. She couldn’t believe her father had been arrested.

Economic crimes. Orgies.

How could her father ever be involved in something so disgraceful?

Feng Lingyu! It had to be that shameless woman. She must’ve dragged her father down with her, reaping what she sowed but trying to take him with her. Despicable!

The boy sitting across from her, who had just been told minutes ago that Jiang Haifeng worked at a Fortune 500 company, blinked in disbelief.

He didn’t expect that “working at a Fortune 500” actually meant “locked up in prison.”

Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.

His family ran a publicly listed company. Not only were they utterly mismatched, but the fact that her father now had a criminal record meant they couldn’t even stay friends.

When he spotted some dormmates lining up nearby, he grasped at the opportunity like a lifeline. Muttering a few perfunctory words, he quickly got up and walked away, eager to put distance between them.

Jiang Hao was in no state to chase after a rich heir now. Her face was ashen, her hands trembling so badly she could barely hold her phone. When she finally unlocked the screen, an anonymous message popped up:

“Haohao, I can’t explain everything now. I’ve transferred some money to your XX Bank account. Take the money and leave the country immediately. Don’t ever come back.”

Jiang Hao panicked.
Had the truth about her framing Jin Mingyuan come out?
Or was it about how she’d orchestrated the bullying against Jin Ran?

But she had no choice!

Her father hadn’t done anything wrong—it was all Feng Lingyu’s fault for seducing him! Why should a single word from Jin Mingyuan be enough to cost her father his job?

And Jin Ran! He was the one who beat her at school, who humiliated her first. She was just fighting back. Was she supposed to live peacefully with the son of a rapist? If she did, everyone would think she’d been lying!

Too blinded by rage, Jiang Hao didn’t stop to consider that her accusations against Jin Mingyuan had always been a complete and utter lie.

Clutching her phone, she stumbled like a soulless zombie out of the cafeteria—only to run straight into the police officers sent to question her.

She struggled and tried to string together a plausible excuse, hoping to fool the trained officers.

She had to leave the country. Fast.

Buzz—

Her phone vibrated with a new text.

[Your bank card ending in XXXX has been frozen due to suspicious large transactions. Please cooperate with the relevant authorities in their investigation…]

It was over. Everything was over.

Not even colored contact lenses could hide the lifelessness in Jiang Hao’s eyes. She was handcuffed and escorted into a police vehicle, finally about to face justice for the crimes she had committed.

Jin Ran had only sued her for intentional assault and inciting trouble—not for framing his father—so Jiang Hao figured, at most, she’d be sentenced to a year or two.

After all, Jin Ran was alive and well.

Even then, Jiang Hao refused to accept it. In her past life, hadn’t Jin Ran tortured her relentlessly? Why should he go unpunished while she was the one thrown in prison?

When the court verdict came down, Jiang Hao exploded in the prison like a lunatic.

Eight full years of fixed-term imprisonment!

She was still in college! Her bright, youthful future—ruined by Jin Ran!

He wasn’t even disabled or disfigured. How could they give her such a heavy sentence? They must’ve bribed the judge!

Someone kindly explained that the psychological damage done to the victim had been classified as a permanent, irreversible mental impairment, falling under the category of serious injury, and that the sentence was well within the 3–10 year range.

Jiang Hao didn’t believe it. She thought everyone was biased toward Jin Ran. The whole world was against her—including the inmate who was simply trying to explain the law.

But prison had its own unspoken rules. Someone like Jiang Hao, who managed to alienate everyone with her self-centered attitude, was only setting herself up for cold shoulders and exclusion.

…

Not long after Feng Lingyu’s arrest, the Feng Corporation declared bankruptcy. The Jin Group acquired their assets at a rock-bottom price. Feng’s father, once a high-ranking CEO, was now an unemployed middle-aged man drowning in debt.

And it was all thanks to his ungrateful daughter.

If he could do it over, he would never have turned a blind eye when Feng Lingyu brought her lover into their home like it was no big deal.

Now that Jin Mingyuan’s revenge had arrived, they had no power to fight back. All they could do was submit and be crushed.

The middle-aged couple, now forced to take jobs outside to repay their debts, spent their days blaming each other—taking turns venting their misery and cursing each other’s genes for producing a disgrace of a daughter.

None of this, of course, was known to Feng Lingyu.

Life in prison was tedious, exhausting, and lonely. On visiting days, while other inmates were happily called out to see their loved ones, she waited and waited—only to be met with silence.

In the beginning, she still clung to hope. Jin Mingyuan had loved her so deeply, even serving a ten-year sentence for her. Surely he’d find a way to rescue her.

But three months passed with no word.

She dreamed day and night that Jin Mingyuan would come to take her home. She had already made up her mind—if he got her out, she’d change. She’d stay loyal.

Finally, a summons arrived.

But it wasn’t news of her release.

Jin Mingyuan had taken her to court—to overturn the false rape charges and clear his name.

Thus, the peculiar “family trio” of Feng Lingyu, Jiang Haifeng, and Jiang Hao found themselves reunited on the defendant’s side of the courtroom.

Before Jiang Haifeng could even speak, Feng Lingyu broke into tears and pleaded to Jin Mingyuan from across the courtroom.

“Mingyuan, I know I was wrong… I was young and foolish. I didn’t mean to betray you. It was Jiang Haifeng—he seduced me! He’s not even half the man you are. Please don’t sue me. Take me home, okay?”

She had had enough of this miserable prison life!

Jin Mingyuan lifted his eyes, gaze cold as ice. “Keep dreaming.”

It hit Feng Lingyu like a slap across the face. The man who once loved her unconditionally—how could he say something so cruel?

She snapped.
“Why?! Jin Mingyuan, do you have another woman behind my back?! I should’ve known all your sweet words were fake!”

“Ms. Feng, we’ve been divorced for years.”

They had filed for divorce the year Jin Mingyuan went to prison. But he still took a moment to explain:

“I did love you. That was my mistake.”
“But that mistake shouldn’t be a burden my child has to carry. He’s getting married. I don’t want people whispering behind his back, calling him the son of a rapist. I need to clear my name.”

Yes, he had lost all hope back then. Yes, he’d made his son suffer because of it.

But now, as a father, he just wanted to use what little strength he had left to remove all obstacles—so his son and daughter-in-law could live a full, happy life together.

As for Jiang Hao, she wanted to regret it. But when she saw Jin Ran and Su Ci sitting side by side at the plaintiff’s table, the bile of jealousy choked her. Her eyes locked on Jin Ran like a resentful, betrayed woman.

Especially when she saw the rings on their fingers, glittering in the light—her envy reached its breaking point.

Why did Jin Ran get to find love again?
In their past life, hadn’t he destroyed her completely? Why did he deserve happiness?

Hadn’t he once said she was the only reason he lived? That without her, he might as well be dead?

What Jiang Hao didn’t realize, even after being reborn, was what he really meant:
Without the chance to take revenge, to see justice done with his own hands, he might as well not exist.

On the plaintiff’s bench, Jin Ran whispered, “Wife, the way she looks at me… it’s disgusting. Like I’ve got something filthy stuck to me…”

Technically, family members weren’t allowed at the plaintiff’s table. But due to Jin Ran’s diagnosed dissociative identity disorder (or more accurately, his own insistence that he was mentally unwell), the judge had allowed Su Ci to sit with him as his wife.

She squeezed his hand gently.
“It’s okay. When we get home, I’ll shower with you, alright? We’ll use extra soap—get you all cleaned up.”

Jin Ran nodded obediently.
“You’re the best, wife.”

The cold sewage once poured over him had been washed away, slowly and patiently, by the warmth and gentleness of the woman he loved—leaving only her scent behind.

Jiang Hao’s original sentence of eight years was extended to fifteen. Feng Lingyu and Jiang Haifeng received even harsher punishments. The rest of their lives would be spent behind bars.

…

By the time Jiang Hao was released, she was thirty-six. Her temples had gone gray, and she looked twenty years older—worn and weathered beyond recognition.

Compared to her past life, when she was tortured by Jin Ran in a basement, life in prison was even worse. At least Jin Ran had moods. The inmates here were pure predators—merciless and brutal.

She was no longer the proud girl she used to be. Out of touch with society, she couldn’t find a job and ended up sketching portraits at a street stall on Culture Avenue.

Just a few meters away stood a popular art gallery with a long line of paying visitors each day, gasping in admiration.

Its name was “only china”—a reference, they said, to the exclusive display of works by one master surnamed Su. A subtle pun, too: “Only porcelain,” 唯瓷.

…

Most passersby were drawn to the gallery. Only a few glanced at Jiang Hao’s stall. But once they saw her crude portraits, they waved her off in disgust.

“With skills like that, she dares claim she went to the same school as Miss Su? No wonder people say fame invites jealousy—some vendors will do anything for money.”

Jiang Hao wanted to argue, but realized she didn’t even have a diploma to prove she’d ever attended S University.

She’d been expelled long ago.

Starving at her stall, Jiang Hao was eventually forced to follow in her father’s footsteps.

She became a mistress to wealthy men.

Of course, the clean-cut, rich, and handsome heirs had no interest in an aging ex-con. Those who did seek her out were just after a cheap thrill.

The bosses were even worse—fat, bald, oily, some with bizarre fetishes. She saw it all.

And unlike her father, Jiang Hao never found a sugar daddy as generous as Feng Lingyu. Most of her clients only paid her a few hundred at a time.

Even so, jealous wives didn’t spare her.

After a few affairs, someone exposed her—lewd photos posted online, followed by a tidal wave of online abuse.

The bullets she once fired at Jin Ran now came full circle, striking her straight between the eyes.

Jiang Hao locked herself inside her tiny rental, not daring to go out. But her body began to break down—fever, rashes, ulcers, nausea…

When she finally dragged herself to the hospital through the stench of rotten vegetables and spoiled eggs, the diagnosis was exactly what she’d feared: HIV-positive.

AIDS.

Her immune system would collapse bit by bit until she died from common illnesses.

In the end, she was skin and bones, wracked with pain, eyes clouded and unfocused. Her lips barely moved as she whispered:

“Just… one more chance to be reborn… I’ll make him pay… I’ll kill him…”

But some people are born bad.

Even if given another chance, she would never repent.
And so, karma never let her go.