Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 77

Bo Qi’an was twenty-seven—no longer the naïve seven-year-old of the past, nor the reckless teenager of seventeen.

He handled problems with the precision of a seasoned man.

Take now, for instance. Without making a sound, he locked his best friend in the private lounge, returned to his room to change into something more formal, and only then descended the stairs at a calm, unhurried pace.

The crisp sleeves of his black dress shirt were fastened with gemstone cufflinks. His pale wrist, strong and sinewy, was adorned with a sleek men’s watch.

A minimalistic, black-on-black outfit exuded restraint and abstinence—yet the bold crimson tie at his collar drew every gaze to the sensual line of his throat.

A refined silver tie clip gleamed at his chest, impossible to ignore, subtly outlining his powerful build and broad shoulders. Every detail of his appearance spoke of taste and wealth.

And that was exactly why Cen Leyi—having lived a second life—spotted him immediately among the crowd. The man radiated an aura of quiet dominance.

Bo Qi’an?

Why the hell was he dressed like some overdone peacock?

Was he trying to seduce someone?

The man walked confidently toward the banquet hall, his tall frame drawing the eyes of everyone present. Cen Leyi bit her lower lip, an ominous thought forming in her mind—

Was he here to catch her personally?

The moment he stepped closer, Cen Leyi abruptly set down her wine glass and forced out a strained excuse:
“You guys keep chatting, I need to use the restroom.”

The spilled wine splashed onto Cen Zhixi’s pristine white gown, staining it with several deep red spots. Madam Cen sighed.

“This child…”

Ever since they’d brought their biological daughter Zhixi home, Cen Leyi’s mood had been volatile. It was one thing to throw tantrums at home—but now, at the Bo family’s banquet? How would outsiders judge the Cen family’s upbringing?

Cen Zhixi smiled gently.
“It’s fine, Mom. The dress was too plain anyway. A bit of red adds some festivity. No one will notice unless they look closely.”

Madam Cen’s face finally softened. But even so, guilt tugged at her heart. Her daughter was so understanding—maybe too understanding. Shouldn’t a girl be allowed to mind such things?

“We’ll go shopping soon. I’ll buy you some beautiful dresses, okay? You can wear something new every time. Do you like bags or shoes? If anything from C’s new collection catches your eye, I’ll ask my stylist to hold it for you…”

Meanwhile, in the restroom, Cen Leyi was touching up her makeup, trembling with rage as fragments of her past life flashed through her mind.

She had once been the Cen family’s beloved daughter, envied by all—pampered, privileged, engaged to an outstanding fiancé.

But all of that… was destroyed by Cen Zhixi.

It turned out she was the real Cen daughter, while Cen Leyi was just a housekeeper’s child who’d lived in someone else’s life.

Cen Zhixi got the love, the attention—and the man she adored for years, Gu Beichen, became Cen Zhixi’s fiancé.

Everyone sided with Zhixi. Everyone stood against her.

Soon, she would be left with nothing.

At this very same banquet in her past life, she had planned to offer herself to Beichen. That way, neither their parents nor Cen Zhixi could separate them anymore.

But when she went upstairs to find him… she entered the wrong room.

And that was how she ended up in Bo Qi’an’s private suite.

She would never forget how he’d looked at her that night—his voice dripping with scorn and contempt as he spat:

“Cheap, pathetic woman.”

To gather courage, she had taken an aphrodisiac. But no matter how she begged, Bo Qi’an wouldn’t let her leave to find Gu Beichen.

Instead, he bound her hands with his tie, strapped her to the bathtub, turned on the freezing shower, and let the water run for an hour.

Then he called his private doctor… and forced her to undergo a full-body check.

Like a thing, she was handled and examined without dignity.

That night became the deepest humiliation of her life.

Her seduction plan had failed. And the next morning, her father—having heard what had happened—shipped her off to Bo Qi’an’s house.

She became his wife in name only. Mrs. Bo, with none of the rights.

She and Beichen could’ve had a future. They were meant to be.

But everything was destroyed by Bo Qi’an. That selfish bastard.

Now that she had a second chance, she wouldn’t make the same mistake.

She repeated Gu Beichen’s room number to herself over and over, lifted her skirt, and rushed upstairs.

…

Bo Qi’an, on the other hand, hadn’t noticed the sneaky woman heading toward the second floor. His gaze remained fixed on that icy blue figure.

And he stepped closer.

A few guests noticed the heir of the Bo family and tried to strike up conversation, hoping to network. But he waved them off impatiently.

Couldn’t they see he was busy evaluating his brother’s fiancée?

Get lost. They were annoying.

Su Ci—what a beautiful name. Just like the girl herself. Delicate, refined, untouched by dust. A rare blend of elegance and charm.

For his brother’s sake, he decided to try and treat Lu Jinyan more like a decent human being.

The estate’s butler, who had just been instructed by the old madam to help vet potential matches for the young master, noticed Bo Qi’an’s gaze.

Su Ci, he agreed, seemed like a perfect match—age, looks, family background, education… she ticked all the boxes.

Oh, except—she wasn’t actually blood-related to the Su family. It was said she’d been switched at birth in the hospital, and her biological parents still hadn’t been found.

Still, that didn’t matter much. Marriage was about complementary strengths, not matching pedigrees. If she’d been born too high, maybe she wouldn’t have considered the Bo family at all.

Seeing how his young master was hesitating, the butler couldn’t help stepping forward to nudge him.

“Young Master, that’s Miss Su Ci. She was originally engaged to Young Master Lu, but then it came out that she’s not the real Su heiress. You should really…” take this chance.

Bo Qi’an frowned.
“Fake heiress?”

No wonder Lu Jinyan had been so reluctant about the engagement. He thought Lu was just being greedy and superficial—but maybe he really wasn’t worth treating like a human.

If he had someone like Su Ci as a fiancée, he should’ve treated her like a precious jewel. Who cared about her background?

Bo Qi’an glanced at the trio nearby, eyes dark.

The prettiest of the girls was clearly his future sister-in-law. The other must’ve been the true Su daughter, just brought back into the fold.

Having seen his share of dirty secrets in upper-class families, Bo Qi’an quickly picked up on the difference. The real heiress wore more expensive clothes and jewelry—far flashier than Su Ci’s understated outfit.

Was the Su family mistreating their adopted daughter?

Typical small-minded behavior. No class at all.

And that man in the navy suit with the bowtie? Bo Qi’an recognized him—Su Yunfan, the Su family’s eldest son. On paper, Su Ci’s “older brother.”

But without blood ties, what kind of “brother” was he, really?

Sure, Lu Jinyan was a piece of work, but Bo Qi’an couldn’t just stand by and watch someone else steal his friend’s girl.

That wasn’t his style.

He removed his jacket, picked up a tray of wine glasses, and slipped into the crowd disguised as a server.

The butler: “…”

Ha. Haha. Hahaha… The young master’s approach to flirting sure was… unique.

Well, he’d never chased anyone before. Might as well let him do it his way.

Bo Qi’an stopped a few paces behind the trio.

On the surface, he looked calm and composed—but he was straining his ears, his heart on edge.

Su Yunfan:
“…Xiao Ci, Tao Tao and I talked to Mom and Dad. You’ll take the north-facing room on the second floor. She’ll be on the third floor. She really likes…”

Bo Qi’an’s fingers tightened around the tray until his knuckles turned white. A visible storm gathered on his face. His jaw clenched hard.

Classic.

She just got brought back home and they were already taking her room?

Was the Su family bankrupt or something? Couldn’t even afford to house two daughters properly?

If they really couldn’t manage, he had plenty of properties under his name. He could give her one on the spot—as a meeting gift.