Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 78

The Su siblings were in the middle of discussing room arrangements with Su Ci.

During this time, several guests came over to clink glasses with Su Yunfan, either to chat or talk business. But each one was smoothly and firmly declined with practiced ease.

Networking? Who needed that tonight?

He was here to spend time with his sisters.

The place was crawling with privileged young heirs—each one eyeing his beautiful sisters like wolves. He had to keep a close watch. No one was going to pull a “divide and conquer” trick on him tonight.

The north-facing second-floor suite had been specially prepared for Su Tao’s return. Su Yunfan personally oversaw its design and had even asked Su Ci for advice.

Several guest rooms had been combined into one spacious suite—modern, luxurious, yet warm and homey. Every inch of the décor was top-tier.

Su Tao was overwhelmed by the gesture. Having grown up thrifty, she found the idea of living alone in several hundred square meters a bit excessive.

Just the walk-in closet was three times the size of her old bedroom. There were so many beautiful outfits—how could she ever wear them all? And there was still the study, and the private balcony…

When she found out all the clothes, shoes, and handbags were handpicked and paid for by Su Ci, she blushed and thanked her over and over. Her eyes sparkled as she shyly asked if her sister could live in the suite with her.

She never once felt like Su Ci had stolen twenty years of the “wealthy heiress” life from her.

After all, her sister was brilliant, dazzling in every way. Just the gifts she’d given recently totaled in the tens of millions—all paid for with her own credit card.

Su Ci was so good to her. She wanted to share everything she had in return. That’s why she’d pretended to prefer the view on the third floor—so her sister could take the new suite instead.

Her feelings were pure, fervent. Su Ci had already turned down her roommate request once. If she rejected her again, the girl might cry right on the spot.

Su Ci, who would likely be moving out of the Su household by tomorrow, smiled faintly and handed her a glass.
“Try this—peach juice. It’s really sweet.”

The girl’s pale ears turned pomegranate red, her delicate face blushing as she sipped.

Before meeting her sister, she had never experienced this kind of fluttering warmth. If only she could keep her sister all to herself… she’d take good care of her.

Su Yunfan glanced at his watch. Twenty minutes had passed. He frowned.
“Didn’t he say he was coming to pick her up? Where the hell is Lu Jinyan?”

Su Tao sipped her juice. Only then did she remember—her sister had a “fiancé,” at least in name.

She would never be so shameless as to think that just because she’d returned home, everything in the Su family—including her sister’s childhood fiancé—should be hers.

But she really couldn’t bear the thought of her sister getting married. Couldn’t they just stay together longer…?

That man had even tried to flirt with her a few days ago. Clearly a two-timing scumbag. Someone like Lu Jinyan wasn’t worthy of her sister at all.

Su Tao bit her lip and tugged Su Ci’s arm, whispering:
“Sis, can you break off the engagement with Lu Jinyan? I don’t want him as my brother-in-law.”

Not far away, Bo Qi’an was wiping down a marble table with a cloth, polishing it until it gleamed. Every word was picked up by his keen hearing.

He gave a cold sneer, his expression darkening.

Didn’t want Lu Jinyan as a brother-in-law? Did that mean she wanted him as a husband?

Heh. So the real heiress came back and immediately started snatching up rooms—and now even wanted that useless man Lu Jinyan too? No class. No upbringing.

And she could say something like that right in the banquet hall? Su Yunfan didn’t even bat an eye. Who knew how much Su Ci had suffered in that family?

Rich families were experts at putting on a good front. They loved to say things like, “Our adopted daughter is just like one of our own,” or “We love them both the same.”

But the truth? They treated adopted daughters as social assets. Now that the real daughter was back, the fake one was being kept around as a pawn in some marriage alliance.

Clearly, the Su family’s luck had been too smooth for too long. Now that the season had turned cold, maybe it was time for their fortunes to crash.

Bo Qi’an didn’t even realize that in his mind, he’d gone from calling her “sister-in-law” to the more formal “Miss Su.”

His subconscious had already made the distinction: Su Tao was the biological daughter. The whole family opposed the marriage with the Lu family—so what kind of engagement was this?

He lifted a hand and beckoned to Uncle Wu, the villa’s butler.

“Two hours. I want everything you can find on Su Ci.”

Digging into someone’s background might be impolite, sure. But if that person was going to be his wife, it was just due diligence before a formal introduction.

Lu Jinyan wasn’t wrong—arranged marriages were outdated and backward. And since both he and the real heiress hated the match, Bo Qi’an figured he’d do them a favor and dissolve it.

He was a savvy businessman. He never made a losing deal. And right now, marrying Miss Su was about as high-yield as it got—a win-win on four fronts:

He could free Lu Jinyan from a bad match, help the real heiress get what she wanted, rescue Su Ci from a toxic situation, and fulfill his grandmother’s wish for a granddaughter-in-law.

The only remaining hurdle?

Getting Miss Su to agree to marry him instead of that loser Lu Jinyan.

Lu Jinyan was a freeloader. No skills, no ambition. Money, power, looks, capability—Bo Qi’an outclassed him in every category.

Bo Qi’an was confident. Arrogant, even. He’d never wanted something he couldn’t get. But this time, he was more cautious than ever before.

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Half an hour later, Lu Jinyan, who had been locked inside the private lounge with no way to call for help, was forced to climb out the window.

Fortunately, all the guests downstairs were too busy drinking and chatting to notice him awkwardly slipping out from the second-floor window.

Once he landed, he clutched his wildly beating heart and cursed under his breath.

Who the hell locks someone in and cuts off cell signal? Even the staff were blocked from approaching!

If he weren’t in a rush to see his fiancée, he’d hunt that person down and skin them alive.

He smoothed out the wrinkles in his suit and strode confidently down the spiral staircase—only to freeze when he spotted a familiar figure.

Wait a minute. That man in black—wasn’t that Qi’an-ge? Wasn’t he supposed to be at the office?

And… what was he doing?

Didn’t he say he wasn’t hungry? That he didn’t like sweets? That he had zero interest in juice or dessert?

Can someone please tell him—who was that elegant man eating a blueberry cream cake like it was a Michelin-starred meal?

Was he… possessed?

Bo Qi’an had no idea that someone had escaped the room.

Why was he in the buffet area?

Simple. Because his future wife was here. And since she’d eaten something, of course he had to try it too. Best to build up their newlywed chemistry early—reduce conflict later.

So, Su Ci drank juice? He drank juice. Su Ci ate cake? He ate cake. She picked up a bright red lychee?

He immediately walked over, pretending to be a server, put on disposable gloves, and started peeling it for her.

Just as Su Tao was about to show her sister a little peeling trick and earn some praise—
“…Excuse me?”

How rude! Her sister only picked up a lychee because she wanted to demonstrate! Otherwise, they could’ve just taken the pre-peeled ones!

Bo Qi’an, pampered from birth and waited on by dozens of servants, had never peeled a lychee before in his life.

His long, pale fingers struggled inside the gloves, peeling clumsily. In his haste, he left dents all over the once-perfect fruit.

Su Tao couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed a lychee and showed him on the spot:
“Do you even know what you’re doing? Look—see that line? Pinch both sides and twist. It pops right open!”

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Bo Qi’an: “I always assume the worst about people. Everyone—except my future wife. She must’ve suffered a lot in her adoptive home. I’m going to save her.”