Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 93

Bo Qi’an had to admit—he’d been a little unfair to his in-laws.

From his point of view at the time, even a biological son might face favoritism. It wasn’t hard to understand why adoptive daughters would be pushed into business marriages to benefit the family, while everything good was reserved for the real daughter.

And the Lu family? They were poor and hopeless.
How could he just stand by and watch his wife fall into that pit of fire?

At one point, he’d even made a plan:
If his wife insisted on rejecting him and marrying Lu Jinyan, he’d crash the wedding, steal her away, and take her abroad—to a place where no one knew them.
They’d live quietly, like a pair of carefree, ordinary lovers.

But now that everything had been cleared up, Bo Qi’an felt deeply guilty about how terribly he’d treated her parents. Naturally, he was going to make it up to them—double.

Lu Jinyan looked as if the sky had fallen.

“A pit of fire?! Bo bro, you marry my sister and now you’re throwing me under the bus? My parents are lovely people! I even spent my entire savings on Taotao!”

He pushed Su Tao out the door, covering her ears as he went. “I’m fuming! Taotao, let’s go! Don’t listen to his nonsense—my parents adore you…”

Last time Taotao visited their house, he hadn’t given her enough food at dinner, and his mom had yanked his ear while scolding him:
A man who doesn’t know how to care for a woman will never find a wife!

Su Tao hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to her sister. She glared at Lu Jinyan with puffed cheeks.
“Who wants to spend your money anyway?!”

“You’re my fiancée! If you don’t spend it, who will? Spend it even if you don’t want to! Come on, let’s go to the movies!”

As the pair walked off hand-in-hand, Su Ci couldn’t help but smile.

The next second, a broad figure blocked her view and a cool masculine scent enveloped her.

A sudden, intense kiss crashed down.
Bo Qi’an’s lips pressed hungrily against hers, and he mumbled in a low, raspy voice full of grievance:
“Stop looking. Not even at women.”

No one was allowed to steal her attention.

Her eyes were so beautiful—why couldn’t they look at him alone?
If he could, he’d turn himself into her contact lenses, clinging to her pupils so no seductive men or sneaky women could ever tempt her again.
Her gaze would belong to him, and him alone.

His presence turned dark and possessive, but Su Ci acted as if she didn’t notice. Her hands traced from the back of his neck to the sensitive tips of his burning red ears.

“No one compares to you, Qi’an.”

Her tender caresses and indulgent kisses slowly pulled Bo Qi’an out of that black swamp of jealousy and into the warmth of her love.

The desire to monopolize her shifted into another kind of hunger—feral, violent, intense.
But that beast knelt at her feet like a trembling pup, whimpering for affection.

The heavy curtains drew closed, and in the dim room, a quiet, seductive game of Beauty Tames the Beast began.

Wearing the priceless pink diamond set her sister had given her, Su Tao was too scared to move.
One bump, one scratch—and her heart would break.

This was a gift from her sister.
Absolutely irreplaceable.

She’d already decided: the moment she got home, it was going straight into the safe.
Then she’d show it off in front of her brother just to make him jealous—serves him right for flaunting his photos with her sister last time!

Lu Jinyan found her careful posture absolutely adorable.
Unable to resist, he bent down and kissed the air in front of her.

What else could he do? His fiancée wouldn’t let him kiss her for real. QAQ.

But as they reached the bottom of the stairs, a disheveled, twisted-looking woman suddenly rushed at them and jabbed a finger at Su Tao.

“What’s your relationship with Bo Qi’an?!”

Su Tao immediately covered the necklace around her neck.

“Nothing much. He’s my brother-in-law.”

She wasn’t planning to use that term anymore, but her sister and that man were already married.
If she didn’t call him that and he got mad at her sister later, wouldn’t that be worse?

After all, most men said one thing and did another.

Lu Jinyan stepped in front of her, shielding her from the crazy woman’s glare. He hadn’t even said anything yet when the woman started mocking her.

“So you’re that woman’s sister? I remember now—Su Tao, right? Just like Cen Zhixi, a gold-digging tramp! All the jewelry in the world can’t cover up your cheapness!”

“And your sister—she must’ve worked hard to seduce Bo Qi’an, huh? Let me tell you something: don’t even think about him. I’ll be Mrs. Bo soon enough!”

“Smack!”

Lu Jinyan slapped her across the face without hesitation, flexed his wrist, then followed up with a punch right to her surgically enhanced cheekbone.

He wasn’t like Bo Qi’an, that refined gentleman.
He was a slacker, sure—but he didn’t care about appearances, and certainly didn’t buy into the whole “real men don’t hit women” thing.

Didn’t matter who you were—act like trash, get treated like it.

He wouldn’t even joke about being rough with Taotao, and now some random crazy woman dared to point fingers and insult her?

“You dare lay a hand on me?!”

Cen Leyi clutched her stinging face, stumbling as she fell hard to the ground.

Before she could get up, Su Tao stormed over and kicked her several times. “Damn right I hit you!”

She didn’t care if someone insulted Bo Qi’an.
But insulting her sister?
Unforgivable.

Lu Jinyan folded his arms, letting his fiancée blow off steam. When she was done, he signaled the venue security with a lift of his chin.

“Toss her out. And blacklist the entire Cen family. Put it under my Bo bro’s name.”

Smearing Bo Qi’an in public, claiming to be his woman—if Bo Qi’an had been here, that woman would’ve been skinned alive.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jinyan draped an arm around Su Tao and strolled off.

With a lazy grin, he leaned his pretty face against her forehead.
“Taotao, your foot okay? Want me to massage it?”

“Lu Jinyan, are you asking for a beating?!”

Thrown out again by security in front of a crowd, with contemptuous glares falling all around her, Cen Leyi didn’t even feel shame anymore.

She kicked and screamed, swearing she’d make everyone who humiliated her pay—including the adoptive parents who raised her.

The bodyguards could only sigh.
What a nutcase.

She’d lived a pampered life for over twenty years and had no gratitude, no sense of decency.

If they were from the Cen family, they’d have kicked her out long ago and left her to rot. Why even bring her to an event like this?

One of the guards, especially outraged, walked an extra few steps—just to toss her in the nearest pile of garbage.

Cen Leyi, still in her elaborate gown and high heels, fell into the stinking heap.
She reached out to steady herself—only to grab a handful of slimy food waste.

She dry-heaved on the spot.

The more she struggled, the more pathetic she became. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stand up.

All she could do was lie there in the trash, surrounded by buzzing flies and scurrying rats.

After the auction, Su Ci rarely showed her face at social events anymore.

Even when invitations came flooding in from all the rich wives and daughters of high society, she politely declined them all.

For one, she was never interested in social climbing.
Now that she was married into the Bo family, she didn’t need to rely on networking—people were already scrambling to get close to her.

And two, her overly jealous husband kept too close of an eye on her.

Even the roses she stared at for a few seconds in the courtyard would end up in a vase in the living room within two hours.

Still, with Bo Qi’an by her side, life never felt boring.

Unlike other men who grew cold once the novelty wore off, Bo Qi’an’s love only grew stronger by the day—so intense it was almost suffocating.

But Su Ci wasn’t exactly normal either.
She didn’t find his attention oppressive. In fact, she enjoyed it.

She loved being enveloped in his presence—being watched, controlled, protected.

Loved the feeling of owning him just as completely as he owned her.