Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 92

After being blocked and deleted by his so-called ride-or-die bro for an entire month, Lu Jinyan was shocked to find that—he had finally been released from exile!

Praise be! Let the people rejoice!
He was once again the beloved son of his parents!

All thanks to his big bro Bo’s power and influence—so strong, it even reshaped his status at home. His parents had clearly given up on expecting him to achieve anything and were just content if he could cling to the Bo family’s coattails.

And so, he arrived today with his adorable Taotao in tow to make amends.

Although, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t figure out exactly what he’d done to offend Bo Qi’an in the first place.

Maybe it was just that newlywed hormone imbalance? The kind that short-circuits a man’s brain?
He could relate—he’d been there himself. Falling in love really did make you stupid.

So Lu Jinyan very graciously decided to let it go.

When Bo Qi’an opened the door, a tall figure immediately lunged toward him. He casually stepped aside, letting his buddy eat the floor without a hint of sympathy.

In a flash of panic, Lu Jinyan blurted out, “Bro-in-law—!”

A split second before his handsome face hit the ground, Bo Qi’an grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him up, narrowly saving him from turning into roadkill.

Still shaken, Lu Jinyan turned to get smacked by Su Tao. “What the hell are you calling him that for? My sister’s your sister now?”

“Huh? But if she’s your sister, she’s my sister too! And you’re my wife!”

The young couple bickered back and forth like sparrows, until Su Ci waved them over.

“Taotao, come sit. I saved you your favorite egg tarts.”

Five minutes later, Lu Jinyan was sitting stiffly on the opposite sofa.

He watched with quiet resentment as his sister-in-law enjoyed the royal treatment—first a spoonful of pudding from Taotao, then a bite of beef jerky from Bo Qi’an.

He didn’t even dare look too long. Two seconds too many, and he’d be met with dagger-like glares from the pair of possessive lunatics. It was downright terrifying.

Lu Jinyan sighed dramatically, swallowing down a bitter wave of self-pity.

“Fate is so cruel… Some people were born for monogamy. Others like me are pushing thirty and still single…”

Bo Qi’an deadpanned, “Thirty’s the perfect age to play around. That’s what you said.”

Su Tao shot Lu Jinyan a subtle you-deserve-it glance.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the auction had officially begun—but Cen Leyi was still standing stubbornly at the staircase, gazing longingly toward the second floor.

The “two minutes” she had demanded had long since turned into twenty.

The usher could barely contain his disbelief. Seriously? Did she think someone like President Bo was at her beck and call?

Forget that he was known for his clean reputation—he had even brought a female guest tonight. And yet she still clung to hope. Absolutely shameless.

“Are you going to let me up or not?!”

“Sorry, miss. I can’t allow that,” the usher replied politely but firmly.

Furious, Cen Leyi grabbed her gown and stormed up a few steps before turning to glare daggers at him.

“You worthless nobody—just wait and see!”

From the second-floor VIP lounge, the view was impeccable. Guests didn’t need to shout out their bids; everything was entered directly on a touchscreen, with staff downstairs announcing each result.

Bo Qi’an, in a foul mood, didn’t even glance at what was being auctioned. He tapped the screen with cold indifference, scooping up every item like he was playing a game.

Lu Jinyan sat there slack-jawed.
Bo bro just tapped a few times and blew through more money than I’ll see in half a lifetime.

“Sis-in-law, aren’t you going to stop him? He’s bleeding money over here!”

And for what?
A jar of vintage wine buried in some rich guy’s backyard a hundred years ago?
Tea from some ancient tree on Mount Wuyi?
A tacky imperial jade court necklace that looked like it came from a flea market?

When had Bo bro’s taste gone so downhill? Still suffering from post-marriage brain fog?

Su Ci just smiled and shook her head.
“Why stop him? He’s rich enough to waste a little. If he ever runs out, I’ll earn money and support him.”

Some people comfort themselves with binge eating. Others sleep for days or lash out at the world.

Bo Qi’an? He just spent a little cash.
In Su Ci’s eyes, it wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t hurting anyone—it was just a little healthy competition.

Lu Jinyan, now fully embracing his role as the jealous poor guy, could only mutter silently:
“A little cash,” she says…

These two were actually treating money like dirt.

Could they at least try counting how many billions he just threw away?!

Bo Qi’an didn’t care. He only wanted to make a point—to teach some people a lesson.
They had stared at his wife for far too long.

If he couldn’t be happy, why should anyone else be?

Downstairs, the atmosphere had become tense. The only one still fired up was the auctioneer.

“Eighty million going once! Eighty million going twice! Sold—to President Bo of the Bo Consortium, once again the winning bidder!”

The other guests had long gone numb.

Who can relate?
A madman had turned the auction into a flex-fest. Tomorrow’s headlines would definitely feature Bo’s name again.

Not everyone, however, was taking it in stride.

Cen Leyi stormed back to her seat beside her mother and said coldly, “Mom, I want the pink diamond set—Item 26. Get it for me.”

Cen Zhixi cast her a side-eye glance.

Trying to snatch something from Bo Qi’an?
She had to admit—this girl had guts.

Guts, yes. Brains? Not so much.

Even Madam Cen didn’t want to offend the Bo family. She tried to gently dissuade her daughter.

“Next time, Leyi. I don’t have enough budget today. Besides, we’re no match for them anyway.”

Why fight a losing battle and make unnecessary enemies?

But Cen Leyi wouldn’t let it go. Her voice rose sharply.

“You promised me! Not enough budget? Don’t tell me you secretly bought something for Cen Zhixi instead?”

Madam Cen’s face darkened instantly.

That remark cut deep.
She looked at the daughter she’d raised and thought—Why is she like this? Why so unreasonable and selfish?

After all, Zhixi was their biological daughter. She never made things difficult. She was thoughtful, polite, and well-mannered.

Madam Cen’s voice turned cold.

“Zhixi is my real daughter. It’s only natural I spend money on her. Don’t ever say something so divisive again.”

That did it—Cen Leyi burst into tears.

Why?!
Why was the whole world against her? Why did everyone love Cen Zhixi? Why was her life still so miserable even after she left Bo Qi’an?

Bo Qi’an!
Yes, him!

He was the same as in her past life. Bought out the entire auction.
Surely, once it was over, he’d send it all to her to make up for it—just like before.

Bo Qi’an belonged to her.

Soon, she’d show that imposter exactly who was boss.
She’d tear that multi-million-dollar gown off her and make Bo Qi’an feed her to the dogs!

Fueled by hatred, Cen Leyi returned to the stairs to wait again.

The usher, seeing her, could only sigh silently.

This woman was truly relentless.

The auction items were quickly delivered upstairs by professional staff.

Bo Qi’an draped one arm around his wife’s soft, fragrant shoulders, not sparing a single glance for the priceless jewelry and antiques now laid out before them. His eyes were filled only with affection.

“Wife, take a look. Keep whatever you like. Or gift some to your sister and brother-in-law if you want. It’s nothing too fancy.”

Nothing fancy…
Just items worth tens of millions.

Su Tao was more stunned than Lu Jinyan.

Still, she was finally starting to approve of this brother-in-law.
Whatever his intentions were—lust or otherwise—at least her sister was genuinely happy.

And as long as he treated her sister well, Su Tao had no objections.

Well… except maybe one.

Earlier, this stingy man had only let her hug her sister for five minutes.
Heartless tyrant! Oppressor!

Su Ci kept a few rare gems and jade pieces for herself, then selected several elegant sets to gift Su Tao—including the pink diamond set Cen Leyi had her eyes on.

As for Lu Jinyan, she lightly traced her finger across Bo Qi’an’s palm, her eyes full of trust and affection.

“Hubby, you pick something for my brother-in-law.”

Though Bo Qi’an kept a straight face, Su Ci knew him too well.
If she let Lu Jinyan off too easy, he’d be stewing in jealousy for months.

Bo Qi’an’s smile stretched nearly to his ears.
“As you wish, wife. As the brother-in-law, my first gift to him must be something special.”

He casually pointed to a plain-looking antique ceramic dog—a green-glazed Tang-style piece worth two small fortunes.

“Why, thank you so very much, dear brother-in-law,” Lu Jinyan gritted through his teeth.

Who was it again that had a fiancée but still had to eat dog food?
Who was it again that just got turned into a dog by his own bro?

He was on the verge of tears.

Fine! He was done being abused!
He was taking Taotao out for a movie and a dinner date—a proper one!

But just as he was about to leave with her, Bo Qi’an casually waved to the auction staff.

“Send the rest of this to my in-laws. Send my regards, and let them know my wife and I will visit in person in a few days.”

Lu Jinyan: “…Damn it! Are you even my bro?! You’re married already—do you have to one-up me?!”