Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 81

As the bodyguards dragged her away, Cen Leyi’s face twisted in disbelief and humiliation. Her eyes stayed locked on Bo Qi’an, filled with grievance and pitiful sorrow.

Seeing her eyes wander like that made Gu Beichen even more annoyed. So, she’d climbed into his bed and still wasn’t satisfied? She was already looking to latch onto Bo Qi’an? Was he not enough for her?

As a man, his pride took a serious hit.

Once the two were gone, peace finally returned to the second floor. Bo Qi’an looked up at Cen Zhixi and asked,
“Miss Cen, I’d like to know—what exactly is your sister’s relationship with President Gu?”

The situation with the Cen family was starting to feel eerily familiar.

Cen Leyi and Gu Beichen were practically a mirror image of Su Ci and Lu Jinyan. If Su Ci ever lost her mind and did something equally foolish—like forcing the rice to cook before the water boiled…

Cen Zhixi hadn’t expected a man as powerful as Bo Qi’an to lower himself to speak to her, let alone ask about Cen Leyi. Could it be… he was interested?

She answered truthfully,
“They grew up together, childhood sweethearts. Everyone assumed they’d end up together—like it was fate.”

Cen Leyi had been targeting her openly and secretly for years. There was no way she’d let that woman climb her way into Bo Qi’an’s life. If she did, she’d only use his status to bully others.

Bo Qi’an’s heart dropped.

An engagement between childhood sweethearts… the bond ran deep.

But Su Ci had to be his—no matter what.

He immediately called Uncle Wu, who was busy dealing with the jewelry acquisition, and spoke in a low, magnetic voice tinged with urgency:
“Right now. I want the betrothal gifts prepared immediately. You’re going to the Su family tonight to propose. Go in person.”

Uncle Wu, who had been busy brokering a gemstone deal, simply replied,
“Yes, sir.”

Bo Qi’an’s parents were vacationing overseas, and his grandmother was in her nineties. The only person he could fully trust to handle something this important was Uncle Wu, who was like a mentor and father figure to him.

But this time, afraid Uncle Wu might mess up his lifelong happiness, Bo Qi’an rewrote the bride-price list several times. If time weren’t so tight, he might’ve thrown in his entire personal fortune for good measure.

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After the banquet ended, Lu Jinyan personally offered to take Su Tao home. Su Ci rode back in the same car as her older brother, Su Yunfan.

Just outside the Su family villa, they were stunned by the sight of a row of luxury Rolls-Royce limousines. The license plates alone—Yun A·99999, Yun A·99899—radiated outrageous prestige.

Lu Jinyan scratched his head in confusion.
“Whose wedding motorcade is this flashy? Tao Tao, when we get married, I’m buying this exact fleet for us…”

Su Tao rolled her eyes.
“Who said I was marrying you, narcissist? Now get lost!”

She was already annoyed she barely got to talk to her sister all night.

Lu Jinyan laughed and begged for mercy.
“Wifey, I was wrong! I’ll scram right now—see you tomorrow!”

As his car turned around, it passed by Bo Qi’an’s. The look of jealousy in Bo Qi’an’s eyes was impossible to miss.

Hmph. Sending my wife home? This will be the last time.

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Su Ci had just changed into slippers and taken a few sips of warm water on the sofa when she heard Aunt Liu calling from the hallway:
“Sir, ma’am, the steward from Weiming Villa is here!”

The Su family had never had much contact with the Bo family—truthfully, they weren’t on the same level. The Bo family sat at the top of the pyramid, while the Su family clung near the base. They couldn’t even get close if they tried.

Father Su and Mother Su exchanged uneasy glances, worry creeping in. Had they somehow offended the Bo family at the banquet? Word was Bo Qi’an had a volatile temper.

Housekeeper Wu arrived dressed to the nines in a formal tailcoat, a festive brooch pinned to his chest. He bowed deeply—nearly 90 degrees—smiling politely at Su Ci’s parents.

They were so caught off guard, they barely had time to react before Uncle Wu dropped a bombshell.

“Our young master fell in love at first sight and has sent me here to formally propose. This is the bride-price list he personally wrote.

Additionally, the Bo Group will enter a one-on-one strategic partnership with the Su Group. Profitable projects will prioritize Su Group’s participation.

Once the wedding is finalized, our young master will also provide a monthly allowance of twenty million yuan to both of you.”

As he handed over the thick, detailed gift list, even the well-manicured hand of Mother Su trembled. Her mind spun with only one thought—how could they possibly protect their daughter without offending the Bo family?

This proposal sounded a lot like… buying their daughter.

Uncle Wu understood his young master well. The man had zero experience dealing with women—he was the kind of child who never even had breast milk. All he could do was throw money to express love.

He added calmly,
“Our young master has only two requests.”

“First: Though Miss Su may not be your biological daughter, you’ve raised her for over twenty years. Blood ties may not be there, but the bond should be. Please treat her as your true child, emotionally and financially.”

Su Ci’s parents immediately responded in unison:
“Uncle Wu, that’s not fair of you to say! Xiao Ci is our daughter through and through—we love her dearly!”

Slander! Shameless slander!

They stormed in to demand their daughter and still dared act like victims? The Bo family was truly too much.

Uncle Wu smiled faintly.
“Then that’s good.”

“Second: If possible, our young master hopes Miss Su can move into his villa tonight. He doesn’t want unsavory people disturbing her.”

Su Ci’s parents: “…?”

Unsavory people? Disturbing her? Who else but your people showed up with a fleet of cars in the middle of the night, flinging money around and demanding instant cohabitation?!

Mr. Su, a gentle man for most of his life, nearly burst a blood vessel. He slammed his teacup down, his face dark and imposing.
“And what if we say no?”

Uncle Wu replied without blinking,
“Then I’m afraid it’s not up to you.”

He was firmly on his young master’s side, fully believing the Su parents were biased toward their biological daughter, and that their future daughter-in-law had suffered years of mistreatment.

Father Su fell into troubled silence. Mother Su clutched her handkerchief and began to sob. If they’d known it would end like this, they never would’ve brought Su Ci to that birthday banquet.

How could they possibly go up against the colossal Bo family?

Bo Qi’an could crush them with a single finger.

As the air grew thick with tension, a soft, calm voice came from the staircase.

“Dad, Mom, I’ll go with Uncle Wu. Don’t worry. I’m doing this of my own free will.”

Su Ci stood at the landing, a large white suitcase beside her.

She didn’t want to keep Bo Qi’an waiting. She had gone upstairs to pack as soon as she saw his car.

He really was a shy one—the kind of male lead who couldn’t even bring himself to step inside to propose. She had seen him standing outside the whole time from the second-floor window, like a statue waiting for his bride.

Uncle Wu’s face lit up and he rushed forward to take the suitcase. He bowed politely.
“Good evening, young madam. I’m Xiao Wu, the steward of Weiming Villa.”

He was over fifty, his face covered in deep lines.

Su Ci chuckled lightly.
“Uncle Wu.”

“Aye! Young madam!”

Her parents, overcome with emotion, began to sob.

“We’re so useless… so spineless…”

They hugged Su Ci, crying with regret.

“Xiao Ci, we’re so sorry…”

Su Yunfan clenched his fists and growled,
“That bastard!”

Su Tao pushed her parents and brother aside, hugging her sister with a sniffle.
“Sis, don’t go, okay? Whatever happens, we’ll face it as a family. Don’t force yourself.”

Su Ci felt warm and helpless all at once. She gently comforted them one by one.

“Tao Tao, I’m getting married, not disappearing. You still owe me a bridesmaid’s speech.”

“Dad, Mom, I’ve liked President Bo for a long time. Marrying him makes me happy—truly. This is joy, not pressure. You should bless me.”

“And bro, stop frowning, you’ll age faster. Don’t look so fierce. Qi’an’s going to be your brother-in-law soon. Let’s not fight in the family. He’ll treat me well.”

Her whole family stared at her with wounded, doubtful eyes.

Who would believe that?!

They hadn’t even met before this!

It had to be a lie—something Xiao Ci made up to ease their minds. Love at first sight? More like a man’s lust disguised as love.

In the end, faced with the Bo family’s overwhelming pressure and wealth, Su Ci left in the Rolls-Royce with the “99999” license plate, alongside Uncle Wu.

In the back seat, Su Ci could see the driver’s sharp facial features reflected in the rearview mirror. He wore a baseball cap, sunglasses, a mask, scarf, and gloves.

“Emmm… aren’t you hot?”

The man kept his hands steady on the wheel and spoke after a pause, his voice low.
“Thank you for your concern, young madam. You can just call me Xiao Fu. I’m allergic to light. Can’t be exposed.”

Stealing his brother’s fiancée to bring home…

Not something one could show their face for.

Su Ci frowned slightly, puzzled.

Was this some kind of kink Bo Qi’an had? Roleplaying? A secret affair between the chauffeur and the boss’s wife?