Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 76

Yuncheng, Weiming Mountain Villa.

Today was Old Madam Bo’s eightieth birthday.

Weiming Mountain, known for its tranquil surroundings and breathtaking scenery, wasn’t just any luxurious estate sprawled across acres of land—it was the private property of the powerful Bo family. The entire mountain belonged to them.

The grand, classical-style estate built into the mountainside stood in stately silence. The guests arriving today were all people of wealth and status. Even the cars parked outside on the open-air lot were each worth at least a few million.

A red carpet ran from the bottom of the steps all the way into the estate’s grand banquet hall. Handsome men and beautiful women, elites and tycoons, ascended the staircase one by one. Inside the hall, the air was thick with perfume and champagne, luxury and excess everywhere the eye could see.

But a keen observer would notice something strange: most of the guests hadn’t brought partners. Instead, they’d shown up with eligible young ladies from their families.

What was said to be a birthday banquet for Old Madam Bo… was in truth a “bride selection banquet” for the Bo family heir.

The man in question, the young master of the Bo family who had just returned from overseas, was completely unaware that he was about to be auctioned off like royalty in a feudal matchmaking ceremony.

If he’d known ahead of time, he likely wouldn’t have shown up at all.

Everyone knew of Bo Qi’an—the Bo family’s eldest grandson—renowned for his ruthless business acumen. He was known for avoiding women, being emotionally detached, and doing things his own way.

A lunatic who didn’t hesitate to harm even his own younger brother.

And yet, women—and even some men—flocked to him like moths to a flame. After all, with money, anything was possible. And this “flame” happened to be powerful, rich, and devastatingly handsome.

On the second floor of the banquet hall, where the view was ideal, one could see nearly everything happening below.

Bo Qi’an reclined lazily on a sofa, exuding an effortless nobility. His presence alone made it clear—this was a man nurtured by power and wealth.

Next to him, his friend Lu Jinyan was grumbling.
“…Qi’an-ge, you have no idea how insane my parents are. They keep pushing me to get married like we’re out of time. I’m only twenty-five! This is supposed to be my prime party age, and they’re dragging me into baby-making mode already…”

Bo Qi’an didn’t respond immediately. He loosened his tie, absently spinning the porcelain teacup between his long fingers, then took a sip before speaking evenly.

“Mm. Considering your IQ, you’re only good for breeding anyway. If you don’t hurry up and pop out a kid, the Lu family fortune’s as good as gone.”

“…What?”
Lu Jinyan gawked.
“I treat you like a brother, and you call me livestock?”

Fuming, he stuffed two pastries into his mouth. The traditional flaky ones that had to be broken up to eat—he nearly choked. As he gulped down hot tea to wash it down, he almost scalded his tongue.

“Seriously, did this matchmaking banquet come just to make my life harder?!”

Bo Qi’an was still gazing down at the crowd below, his eyes unfocused. He was more interested in the movements of the crowd than any individual—watching people like observing a behavioral experiment.

Humans… were truly complex creatures.

But at Lu Jinyan’s words, his gaze finally shifted. A faint crease appeared between his brows.
“What matchmaking banquet?”

His grandmother hadn’t mentioned anything about that. She’d only told him, now that he was back in the country, it would be good to socialize and reconnect with society. Expand his network.

Lu Jinyan realized he’d slipped up. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was already too late. Under Bo Qi’an’s icy stare, he had no choice but to spill the beans.

“…You seriously didn’t know? Look at all those debutantes downstairs. Go take a peek. Who knows, you might find someone you like…”

Bo Qi’an took another slow sip of tea. His handsome, chiseled face was utterly expressionless.

Then he cut in coldly:
“Not interested.”

“Tsk, your standards are way too high,” Lu Jinyan muttered, pointing toward the grand staircase.
“What’s wrong with picking out a wife? You’ve got all shapes and sizes to choose from. Look at us—we didn’t even get a say in our arranged marriages…”

Knock knock knock—

Bo Qi’an tapped his knuckles lightly against the redwood tea table. The sound wasn’t loud, but it carried a subtle sense of menace.

Lu Jinyan immediately fell silent, frozen by the sharp look his childhood friend gave him.
“What? What did I say now?”

“The Qing dynasty is long dead. Stop talking about picking wives like we’re feudal lords. It’s disrespectful.”

“Ah? Oh—oh! Got it,” Lu Jinyan folded his hands in mock prayer, bowing his head.
“I apologize to all the lovely ladies at the party. My mouth gets ahead of me sometimes…”

After mumbling to himself a while, he finally caught on:
“Wait, how come you’re all about respecting people now, but never show me any respect?”

Bo Qi’an lifted his eyes and gave him a look—a slow, dismissive glance that seemed to say:

Do you deserve it?

“You’re noisy. Either leave on your own or I’ll have someone throw you out.”

“Hey, come on, don’t be mad! Let’s just go downstairs and grab a bite. The chef at your place is amazing, especially the desserts…”

Lu Jinyan’s real motive was simple: his fiancée and her family were attending the banquet. He wanted Bo Qi’an to make an appearance and help him look good. What were brothers for?

Even if he didn’t look good by comparison, Bo Qi’an’s cold, emotionless face would make anyone look more personable.

Bo Qi’an saw right through him.
“I’m not hungry. I don’t like sweets. You have one minute. If you’ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, I’m leaving.”

He’d only come to the birthday banquet to pay respects to his grandmother. Being tricked into showing up at a matchmaking event? What a waste of time.

Just as Lu Jinyan opened his mouth, he caught sight of someone walking through the entrance of the banquet hall.

An entire family entered, smiling and chatting. Two girls led the way…

Ah. There she was. His darling fiancée.

Bo Qi’an followed his gaze—and instantly locked eyes on a girl in an icy blue strapless gown. Her eyes glittered like starlight. Beautiful and poised, her dress was tailored like layers of blooming jasmine. She looked both elegant and untouchable.

His heart skipped a beat. His breath caught.

He didn’t even notice the scorching tea soaking into his slacks.

Lu Jinyan was about to rush downstairs but was yanked back by a firm grip on his forearm.

Bo Qi’an’s jaw shifted slightly, voice low and deliberate.
“You know her. The one in the blue dress. Who is she?”

Lu Jinyan answered honestly:
“That’s Su Ci, eldest daughter of the Su family. My fiancée…”

Bo Qi’an’s brows furrowed hard, his grip tightening before he abruptly released Lu Jinyan and strode out of the room.

Lu Jinyan, now sprawled on the couch:
“…What the hell?”

Man, Qi’an-ge’s a workaholic. Is he in that much of a hurry to reincarnate at the office? Couldn’t he at least let me finish talking?!

Rubbing his sore arm, he muttered the rest of the sentence to himself:
“…Su Tao’s older sister.”

Long story short, Su Ci had originally been his fiancée, but after a messy reveal that she wasn’t the biological daughter of the Su family, Su Tao was reinstated as the real heiress—and the engagement naturally shifted over to her.

To be fair, Lu Jinyan had been dazzled by Su Ci’s beauty just now. For a second, he’d even fantasized about how incredible it would be if she were still his.

But he was self-aware. A girl like that was out of his league. Besides, marriage in their world wasn’t about love. It was about aligning family interests.

And Su Tao? She was adorable—innocent, lively, far more interesting than any girl he’d ever met.

Sure, he just ranted to Bo Qi’an about outdated traditions, but marrying a cute girl? That was another story entirely.

Besides, who goes around praising their own fiancée as flawless in front of their friend?

That’s just asking to have her stolen.

Straightening his suit and checking his reflection one last time, Lu Jinyan prepared to go downstairs and greet his bride-to-be—

“What the hell?! Who locked me in here?!”

The door had been bolted from the outside. Furious, Lu Jinyan kicked it hard.
“When I find out which bastard did this, I’m dragging Qi’an-ge back up here to get justice for me!”

Mini Theater

Bo Qi’an (locking the door): Your fiancée? Not anymore. She’s mine now. I’m not interested in women—unless it’s my brother’s woman. Then I take by force.

Lu Jinyan (clutching Su Tao): What’s wrong with this guy?! Is he crazy?!