Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 89

At that very moment, what was looping on the screen…
…was the footage of Su Ci changing into her gown in the dressing room just moments ago.

Bo Qi’an scrambled to his feet, flustered, trying to shut off the projector—only to trip over the edge of his desk in the process. At the same time, a marriage certificate hidden in his pocket fell to the floor.

In just a blink, every pathetic secret he’d tried to keep was laid bare in front of the woman he loved.

And there she was, standing not far away, brows slightly furrowed, her expression unreadable—was that disgust flickering in her eyes? Disdain?
It felt like she was just a breath away from cursing him as some gutter rat.

Snap—
The last thread of reason in Bo Qi’an’s mind snapped clean.

Grabbing the fallen marriage certificate, he practically crawled his way to her feet. His crimson eyes were shadowed and desperate, and he clutched at the hem of her elegant gown, begging for forgiveness with shaking hands and a trembling voice.

“Baby! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—I never should’ve gone behind your back and registered our marriage. I was just scared… scared someone might take you away…”

“I didn’t dare hold a wedding because I knew people would say I was the villain, the shameless homewrecker who ruined a perfect couple. I know I hurt you… and Lu Jinyan…”

“I… I haven’t even been going to the office. I just wanted to be with you. But I was so afraid you’d think I was useless, that I wasn’t good enough…”

“And the surveillance—I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it. I start to panic the second I can’t see you. It hurts so much I feel like I’m dying…”

His voice cracked, thick with tears, as he confessed all his wrongs, one after the other. If humiliating himself for three days and nights could earn just 1% of her forgiveness, he’d do it without hesitation.

“You can hit me, baby! Go ahead and hit me!”

Bo Qi’an gripped her soft, slender hand and brought it to his own face. He didn’t dare use too much force—he was terrified of hurting her—but his heart twisted painfully all the same.

“I admit it—I’m a shameless third party. I was jealous of Lu Jinyan! Why wasn’t I the one who got engaged to you? Why wasn’t it me?”

“All that talk about family pressure and expectations from the elders—that was all a lie. Baby, from the moment I first saw you, all I wanted was to marry you and hide you away…”

“Even if, back then, you were already Lu Jinyan’s fiancée… even if you were married to someone else… I would’ve still stolen you without a second thought!”

That’s right. Now that the truth was out, he had no interest in pretending to be some picture-perfect husband. He had always been that kind of man—selfish, shameless, and cruel.

The rumors weren’t wrong. He’d been born rotten.

As a child, he’d resented his younger brother for being more loved. When his brother died, he watched with cold indifference. And now? He hadn’t even spared his childhood friend’s fiancée.

After spilling everything from the depths of his heart, Bo Qi’an lowered his head, his body trembling uncontrollably as he braced himself for judgment.

Su Ci gently caressed the flushed skin of his cheek, her fingertips gradually dampening with tears. She crouched down and wiped the tracks at the corners of his eyes.

“So… you’ve been doing all these awful things behind my back, huh? The floor’s cold. Why don’t you stand up first and tell me—what does any of this have to do with Lu Jinyan?”

Back then, when Bo Qi’an showed hostility toward Lu Jinyan, Su Ci had thought it was just territorial behavior. Most men wouldn’t want to see their partner getting close to another guy.

But now, after this whole emotional breakdown… she realized there was more to the story.

Bo Qi’an didn’t dare look up. He was terrified of seeing disgust in her eyes. More than that, he was afraid she’d use some trick to run away. His arms tightened even further.

“I won’t get up! I saw it all—when you went out with Lu Jinyan behind my back, I saw everything on the monitors… I wasn’t mad at you. I just… it hurt so bad. Even if you still had feelings for him, I’d still love you. Am I pathetic?”

Su Ci sighed, remotely adjusting the thermostat on her phone to warm the room, then ruffled his lowered head with a helpless smile.

“You can’t help who you fall in love with. But by your logic, I’m the one two-timing and being indecisive, so doesn’t that make me—”

“Don’t say that! You’re not! Even if you loved a dozen men—or a hundred—it’d only mean I wasn’t good enough to keep your heart!”

Bo Qi’an suddenly sprang to his feet and gently covered her mouth with his palm.

The softness and warmth of her lips against his skin made his whole face flush with embarrassment. Color bloomed across his handsome features and deepened to the tips of his ears.

Su Ci gave him a little push and guided him to sit on the sofa. Then she straddled his lap, facing him. But that still wasn’t enough for him—he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.

This close, even if she got mad at him, scolded him, or wanted to leave—he’d still have time to hold her back.

Her cool, elegant hands cupped his cheeks, forcing him to meet her gaze. He couldn’t look away from the deep, gentle ocean of her eyes.

“Bo Qi’an, you’re so unreasonable. Why are you this dumb?”

Crash—
Whatever was left of his shattered heart crumbled to dust.

But then… she explained.

“The one who was engaged to Lu Jinyan is the real Miss Su—the one who just recently rejoined the Su family. Her name’s Su Tao. We may share a surname, but I don’t even know what Lu Jinyan looks like.”

“I only met him through Su Tao. He’s your childhood friend, right? He was just running errands for her when he came to find me.”

Truth be told, Su Ci lacked nothing. But whenever Su Tao came to visit, she always brought along some strange little gifts—and Lu Jinyan was the poor soul stuck delivering them.

Su Ci lowered her head and kissed Bo Qi’an’s trembling eyelashes.

“Bo Qi’an, the man I saw that night at Grandma’s birthday banquet—the one I fell in love with at first sight—was you.”

His dark pupils dilated sharply.

The jagged, twisted pieces of his heart suddenly felt like they were being gathered up and cradled—stitched back together by her gentle hands, one soft stroke at a time.

He stared at her, stunned and dazed.

“Really?”

A perfect, flawless girl like her… had fallen in love with someone as ordinary, as filthy, as him?

Bo Qi’an couldn’t believe it. Joy slammed into him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless.

Su Ci wasn’t angry at his disbelief. She simply proved it with facts.

“Didn’t Uncle Wu tell you? The night your family came to propose, my parents were planning to refuse. It was me who insisted on coming along.”

“And that driver—Xiao Fu? I knew it was you. I felt it. That’s why I handed you my luggage that day without hesitation.”

Bo Qi’an was mortified. The guilt nearly swallowed him whole.

He had misunderstood her all along.

But Su Ci had no intention of letting this slide.

She bit down on his thin, tightly pressed lips with a hint of revenge in her eyes.

“Bo Qi’an, that was so cruel of you. You deserve to be punished.”

After all, who wouldn’t be hurt by being doubted by the person they loved most?

Even her anger, veiled in tenderness, helped Bo Qi’an relax. If she still cared enough to punish him… it meant he still had a chance to make things right.

Just as her soft lips started to pull away, he chased them, tugging playfully with a teasing murmur.

“You can punish me however you want, baby. I swear I’ll never doubt you again.”

Su Ci tugged gently on his earlobe to confirm:

“Whatever I want?”

“Anything you want, I’ll take it.”