Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 79

Bo Qi’an didn’t like this “so-called real heiress of the Su family” who had seemingly wronged his future wife—but he still couldn’t look away as she demonstrated the lychee peeling trick.

Hmm. Not bad. He learned it.

Su Tao handed the freshly peeled lychee to Su Ci with a bright smile.
“Sis, try this. I peeled it myself. Doesn’t it taste sweeter than the others?”

Absurd. A weasel offering New Year’s greetings to a hen—clearly up to no good.

Bo Qi’an had seen enough of the scheming games among rich wives and heiresses—hiding drugs under fingernails, slipping things into wine, food, or water when no one’s watching…

All to humiliate his future wife.

With lightning reflexes, he snatched the lychee from Su Tao’s hand. He’d meant to toss it into the trash but thought better of it—he had to maintain his image. He couldn’t let his future wife think he was wasteful.

So he made a quick pivot and popped both lychees into his mouth, even managing to come up with a “reasonable” explanation on the spot:

“Apologies, ladies. The villa has a policy—all food handled by guests must be tested for poison.”

Su Tao’s face turned green. This man was infuriating. Constantly interrupting her sweet moments with her sister.

Bo Qi’an had meant for the remark to be pointed. And judging by Su Tao’s sour expression, he’d hit the mark—she definitely had something shady in mind.

Thankfully, he was here to keep his wife safe at all times.

Too bad, at the moment, he was only playing a server.

He couldn’t just stand next to his wife openly.

Su Ci gently patted Su Tao’s hand in reassurance.
“You’re the Su family’s young lady now. You don’t have to do everything yourself—just call the staff when you need something.”

Su Tao bit her lip and said shyly,
“But I wanted to peel one for you…”

Bo Qi’an’s cold eyes fell on their hands, delicately intertwined. A storm of complex emotion swirled behind his gaze.

Su Ci didn’t forget the “waiter,” either. She turned to him with a smile and said teasingly:
“Could I trouble you to peel another for me? I know you didn’t do so well the first time—take your time this round.”

He, the dignified heir of the Bo family, was pretending to be a server delivering drinks. Su Ci didn’t know why—but she was willing to go along with his little hobby.

Maybe he was shy? After all, he’d barely shown his face at any social gatherings since childhood, let alone interacted with girls. She just found his clumsy behavior… kind of cute.

This time, Bo Qi’an had learned from his mistakes. He skillfully peeled a lychee, used a dinner knife to gently remove the pit, plated the fruit, and offered it to Su Ci.

His gaze was gentlemanly, controlled.

Or so he thought.

To Su Tao, this “server” might have a handsome face and a passable build, but at the end of the day, he was still a server. What right did he have to covet her sister?

Aiming far too high. His life was as fragile as paper.

Clearly, he had ulterior motives in getting close to her sister. And yet, her sister was still so nice to him—even ate the lychee he peeled with a tiny fork and praised him for learning fast.

Su Tao’s eyes reddened slightly as her hands curled into fists.

Don’t think she hadn’t noticed—when her sister praised him, the man’s eyes subtly lifted at the corners, lips twitching in suppressed joy. He looked like a dog being given a bone, even hastily offering her a napkin.

Shameless.

Bo Qi’an hadn’t been back in the country long. Most guests still didn’t recognize him, but a few childhood acquaintances did—one of them being Su Yunfan.

He could hardly believe it. He’d only stepped away to use the restroom for a minute—and a wolf had already latched onto his sister.

And not just any wolf—a wolf he couldn’t afford to mess with.

Bo Qi’an had lost his mind, clearly. Did he really think his disguise was working? Everyone else wore white shirts and black bow ties, and here he was in a black shirt with a red tie.

When he saw the man gently wiping his sister’s fingertips with a moist towelette, leaning in so close he looked like he was about to kiss her—Su Yunfan snapped.

He grabbed a decorative antique vase and charged forward like a storm, murderous rage rolling off him. He was ready to strike a deadly blow.

How dare this man touch his sister?

But Bo Qi’an, as if he had eyes on his back, casually picked up the tray and walked off without even turning his head—perfectly dodging the attack.

Su Yunfan: “……?”

Bo Qi’an wasn’t running because he feared getting beaten by his future brother-in-law. He’d simply noticed Lu Jinyan approaching from afar.

A good husband doesn’t let his wife get caught in a scandal.

Even though Miss Su would soon be his wife, she still bore the title of Lu Jinyan’s fiancée at this banquet. A public confrontation would be inappropriate.

Still, he couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

So he returned to his private lounge upstairs and pulled out his phone to access the surveillance feed from the banquet hall.

Lu Jinyan was saying:
“Taotao, I finally found you! Someone locked me in a room upstairs earlier. If not for that, I would’ve come to see you sooner, balabala…”

Bo Qi’an saw only this: shameless womanizer, empty flattery, disloyal and calculating…

Lu Jinyan was giving: a ring to Taotao, a bracelet to the sister-in-law, a watch to the brother-in-law…

Bo Qi’an saw: playing both sides, ulterior motives, greedy and shameless…

Knock knock knock——

A steady knock echoed. Uncle Wu entered, pushing the door open with a stack of documents.

“Young Master, here’s everything you requested.”

Bo Qi’an took the file eagerly, flipping through each page with obsessive focus. Not even the punctuation marks escaped his scrutiny.

Su Ci. Female. Age 23. Eldest daughter of the Su family in Yuncheng (later confirmed to be the mistakenly adopted child)… Chief designer at the renowned jewelry brand Master…

The deeper he read, the deeper the furrow between his brows. His lips pressed into a thin, cold line.

His future wife was too accomplished. It made him feel a little insecure.

Sure, he was the current head of the entire Bo conglomerate, sitting atop endless wealth and power. But all of that was thanks to his family name.

Meanwhile, his brilliant wife had clawed her way up from a humble background like the Su family’s (if it could even be called “humble”), and at such a young age, had already become a rising star in the world of design.

Bo Qi’an said coldly:
“Go. Buy every piece of Master jewelry designed by my wife. If the owners won’t sell—double the offer.”

Uncle Wu blinked.
“Your… wife? You mean Miss Su?”

The man glanced up, his expression filled with pride.

“Who else? It’s not like my money grows on trees.”

Which meant: he would spend extravagantly only for his future wife. And once they married, she’d manage all his assets.

Bo Qi’an’s wife wasn’t just going to be any rich man’s wife—she’d be the most lavish of them all.

Uncle Wu: “I’ll arrange it immediately.”

After reading the full report, Bo Qi’an was filled with a mix of joy and anxiety. He was worried—someone this amazing might not even want him, especially after he poached her from his own friend. That was… morally murky.

But he was also thrilled. Because if he wasn’t good enough for her, then Lu Jinyan definitely wasn’t. What could the Lu family offer that would support her booming career?

He, on the other hand, just so happened to own multiple jewelry companies—and gemstone mines both at home and abroad. Once they were married, the finest stones in the world would be hers to design with.

So really, this was a win-win. He was helping the Lu family dodge a bullet—marriage should be between equals. That little family of theirs had no business aiming this high.

His fingers gently traced the ID photo printed on the report. In his eyes was a disturbing blend of obsession and reverence. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he got ready to head downstairs—

—but just then, a commotion broke out at the far end of the hallway.

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④ A refined professor secretly obsessed with his student
⑤ A pro gamer crazily in love with his fan
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