Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 80

Using the light buzz from the wine and the effects of the aphrodisiac, Cen Leyi quietly pushed open the guest room door.

She didn’t dare turn on the lights. In the dimness, her infatuated and shy gaze slowly traced the contours of the man reclining on the bed, fast asleep.

Her beloved Beichen-ge, the unattainable “white moonlight” she had yearned for in her previous life.

The Gu family was the new power player in the business world, and as their pillar, Gu Beichen had to attend multiple social events every day. He had only intended to take a short nap, but ended up falling into a deep sleep.

Some nameless heat stirred in his dreams, spreading restlessly through his body.

Watching him loosen his tie and swallow with a tight throat, Cen Leyi secretly rejoiced. The drug was working. Very soon, her Beichen-ge would belong to her.

She wasn’t some naïve girl—she’d been married in her previous life. To get back at Bo Qi’an’s cold tyranny, she’d kept a lover and even got pregnant with his child.

So when it came to seducing Gu Beichen, her moves were practiced and direct.

In the heat of passion, the man gripped her waist, his voice low and hoarse.
“Babe, what’s gotten into you today? I like it.”

Those sweet nothings whispered on the bed, however, chilled Cen Leyi to her core. Her rush of blood cooled rapidly, replaced by cold sweat sticking to her back.

Biting her lip, she almost burst into tears.

She had grown up with Beichen-ge, childhood sweethearts. She had never imagined that he would sleep with another woman behind her back.

In that moment, Cen Leyi suddenly found the muscular male body beneath her utterly disgusting. How could he? How could he touch another woman?!

Gu Beichen kissed her lips, his growls muffled between them.

Cen Leyi froze, her tear-filled eyes wide with disbelief.

Was this sloppy man really the Beichen-ge she had longed for day and night? Why did he feel even worse than the pretty boy she’d kept in her previous life?

After a moment of emotional chaos, she finally faced the reality—she was no longer the pampered daughter of the Cen family. That meant the title of “Mrs. Gu” was something she had to secure, no matter what.

Snuggling into an intimate position in Gu Beichen’s arms, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Cen Zhixi.

[Sis, I accidentally ruined my gown. Can you bring me a clean one yourself? Don’t tell anyone else—it’d be too embarrassing if it got out.]

To Cen Leyi, Cen Zhixi was nothing but a green tea “white lotus.” Tell her to keep it quiet, and she’d absolutely make a scene.

That way, she and Beichen-ge would be locked together, and for the sake of appearances, the Cen family would have to let her marry into the Gu family. As for Cen Zhixi? She could cry herself to sleep.

A woman with a broken engagement had no standing in high society. She’d never find someone as excellent and handsome as Gu Beichen again.

When Cen Zhixi received the message, she could only sigh. Still, she instructed the driver to buy an appropriate dress and quietly made her way upstairs to avoid being seen.

What she didn’t expect was to bump into Madam Gu and her circle of friends right at the guest room door.

“Zhixi, here to see Beichen? He’s exhausted and taking a nap inside. I’ll go wake him up so you two can talk.”

Cen Zhixi glanced at the room number Leyi had sent her.

In that instant, a strong sense of unease rose in her chest.

She tried to stop Madam Gu, but it was too late. After two knocks, the door swung open—and the lights flipped on.

—

Bo Qi’an had come to check out the commotion with growing impatience.

Someone dared to stir up trouble at Weiming Villa? Did they not take him seriously?

If the disturbance caught Miss Su’s attention and lowered her impression of him—and the Bo family—who would bear the consequences?

He only wanted to settle the situation quickly before it blew up and ruined his future wife’s mood.

What he hadn’t expected was that just one wall away, in a guest room, a pair of disheveled lovers were tangled together, neck to neck. A crowd of guests was already peeking through the doorway.

Cen Leyi sat on the bed, face streaked with tears, biting her lip and covering her flushed cheeks. Her shame and panic made her red and pale all at once. Gu Beichen sat on the edge of the bed, smoking.

Outside, the guests murmured with disdain.

“Raised by the Cen family, but she’s a heartless ingrate. Now she’s in bed with the real heiress’s fiancé. Absolutely shameless.”

“You’re dumb if you think it’s about shame. She wants the title of Mrs. Gu, obviously!”

“A case of the fox taking the prince’s place. The Gu family got played.”

“Gotta say, though—President Gu’s body isn’t bad. Bet the woman had a good time, judging from that flirty look.”

“What kind of girl does this? Climbing into bed to seduce a man? No decency at all…”

In matters between men and women, the woman was always the one condemned—called wanton, disloyal, shameful. For men, it was nothing more than romantic gossip.

That’s how the world worked.

Hearing all those mocking comments, Cen Leyi felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her tearful eyes looked pleadingly to Gu Beichen for help.

But he just smoked in silence.

Not a single word of comfort. Not a gesture of protection.

Bo Qi’an gave them a cursory glance, his brows drawing together in distaste. It was like seeing something filthy that turned his stomach.

“What are you all doing here? If you’re that desperate to get laid, go to a hotel. Don’t stink up my place.”

His cold, sharp voice immediately scattered the crowd.

Madam Gu and Cen Zhixi remained behind.

“Apologies, President Bo. Beichen isn’t normally rude—he must’ve been drugged by that little viper. A housekeeper’s daughter, dreaming of marrying into our Gu family? As if it’s that easy…”

Madam Gu was both furious and anxious—furious at Cen Leyi for scheming against her son, and anxious because this had happened on Bo family property. What would happen to her son’s future?

Cen Leyi hastily pulled on her skirt.

When she looked up, her eyes met Bo Qi’an’s—his gaze cold enough to freeze her blood. She flinched in terror, nearly falling off the bed.

Memories of being controlled and dominated in her past life surged back, and her voice trembled as she spoke.

“B-Bo Qi’an, I’m telling you, Beichen-ge and I… we’ve already slept together. I won’t marry you. Just give up!”

Bo Qi’an: “…?”

“Smack! Smack!”

Before her voice had fully faded, Madam Gu slapped her hard—twice—leaving her face swollen and askew.

“You slut! Haven’t you ruined Beichen enough?! Now you’re trying to offend President Bo and drag our Gu family down too? I can’t believe I ever cared about a jinx like you!”

Gu Beichen, normally silent as a stone, finally opened his mouth.
“Mom, this wasn’t all Leyi’s fault. I take some responsibility too. Don’t go too far.”

He stood and bowed to Bo Qi’an.
“Apologies for the mess, President Bo. I’ll have someone clean up the room immediately…”

Bo Qi’an cut him off coldly:
“No need.”

Was this it? The moment she had expected? Bo Qi’an had been reborn and still wouldn’t let go—was he really going to try and take her back from Gu Beichen?

Cen Leyi wasn’t entirely opposed to it now.

Because Gu Beichen… well, he didn’t cut it. He couldn’t satisfy her. But Bo Qi’an, though he’d never touched her, she knew he was a man of intense desire.

In her past life, just to spite Bo Qi’an, she’d hired a male model who looked like him—similar face, similar build. And even that man had been far more satisfying than Gu Beichen.

With her eyes reddened like a trembling deer’s, Cen Leyi looked at the two exceptional men confronting each other over her. Vanity swelled in her chest.

She even cast a smug glance at Cen Zhixi standing in the corner.

So what if you’re the real heiress? You’re still a pitiful girl nobody loves.

Cen Zhixi caught the venomous look and was speechless. Honestly, if it meant being tied to this mess of a man, she was glad not to be the “Miss Cen.”

She actually owed her “good sister” a thank you—for solving her biggest problem. From now on, their parents would only feel guilt toward her and make up for it with even more gifts.

Just when Cen Leyi thought Bo Qi’an was about to make an offer to steal her back from Gu Beichen—

—the man instead turned toward the hallway and raised a hand.

A line of black-suited bodyguards marched in with silent precision.

Bo Qi’an’s voice was low and dark:
“Throw these two animals out.”

“Use the back door. Keep it quiet. Don’t disturb the other guests.”

Especially not his future wife.