Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 94

Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

Bo Qi’an tucked the premium tea and liquor—procured through some well-placed connections—into the trunk. Then he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and his gaze followed Su Ci’s every move as she slid into the seat, intense and unshakably tender.

A moment later, he leaned in halfway himself.

No reason—just wanted to fasten his wife’s seatbelt.

And maybe steal a kiss while he was at it.

The faint sweetness of her lips lingered on his own, and Bo Qi’an’s eyes darkened slightly. He wondered what lip gloss she was wearing. It was sweeter than honey.

He wanted to kiss her.

Again.

And again.

But today was her father’s fiftieth birthday—they had to get going. No time to linger.

Just like the night two years ago when he came to propose, a fleet of luxury Rolls-Royces pulled out again. The lead car bore the plate Yun A·99999, as if declaring that their love would last forever.

In the passenger seat sat a custom plushie—a chibi version of Bo Qi’an. Su Ci never really used her phone in the car. Her favorite pastime was propping up the doll and leaning against it to quietly watch him drive.

Time hadn’t weathered him much. While he looked mature and composed to the outside world, in front of her, he had only become more childish and adorable—like he was returning to his most genuine self.

Feeling her burning gaze on him, Bo Qi’an couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile. At a red light, he gave a soft cough and asked,
“Why is Madam looking at me like that? Could it be that you also want to…”

“Mwah~”

A soft kiss landed on his cheek.

His ears slowly flushed pink with embarrassment.

Even though he’d done far more wicked things to her than this, Bo Qi’an still blushed like a schoolboy whenever his wife took the initiative. When it came to her teasing, he had zero defense.

Su Ci kept gazing at him with that same tenderness, as if through his blushing ears and bashful silence, she could see the Bo Qi’an from two years ago—the man who nervously visited her parents for the first time.

He’d read somewhere back then—probably some random online post—that any marriage lacking the blessings of one’s elders was doomed to fail. It made him anxious for days.

He’d prepared the gifts a week in advance, revising the list over and over. Premium tea and vintage wine for her father, elegant jewelry and dresses for her mother, rare coffee beans for her big brother… He handpicked every item himself.

At the dinner table, Bo Qi’an sat stiff as a board, face solemn and posture straighter than a flight attendant’s.

Su Ci and Su Tao, having consulted their mom and dad, had prepared a whole table of homemade dishes. When they saw him not eating, they assumed he wasn’t used to common home-cooked meals.

It was Lu Jinyan who finally read the room.

“Brother-in-law, I have something important to tell you in person…”

Bo Qi’an tensed immediately. “What is it?”

He’d offended just about everyone in this family. If they were plotting to break up his happy marriage… they could dream.

Lu Jinyan grinned mischievously.
“Our family can breathe, you know. Your face is turning purple. Who are you mad at? Did you and my sister fight or something? Geez, man…”

What goes around comes around. For once, Lu Jinyan finally got to step on his once untouchable “Bo bro.”

Immediately, Su Ci, Su Tao, Su Yunfan, and their parents all turned to Bo Qi’an with dagger eyes. They nearly teamed up to give him a good beating just to vent for Su Ci.

After they returned home, Bo Qi’an sulked, claiming he’d never visit her family again. It took Su Ci a long time to coax him back into a good mood, and her parents even gave him a red envelope.

Inside was a thick stack of crisp bills—10,001 yuan, symbolizing “one in ten thousand.”

Bo Qi’an placed that envelope under the mattress, saying that with the elders’ blessing, he and his wife were destined to last forever.

He always said he’d never go back. But when holidays came around, he was more enthusiastic than anyone, and his grand displays easily outshone Lu Jinyan, his best friend—and now brother-in-law.

As Bo Qi’an put it:
“A husband should make his wife proud. My wife is the most beautiful woman on Earth—I can’t afford to lose face.”

To which Lu Jinyan replied:
“So you keep your dignity by stomping on mine?”

Seriously? His “bro” humiliated him every single year. At this rate, when would he ever win over his in-laws?

A few months after dating, Lu Jinyan and Su Tao—after their usual bickering—went ahead and registered their marriage. The wedding was grand, thanks in no small part to the help from Su Ci and Bo Qi’an.

Honestly, Lu Jinyan never imagined that a grown man like him would end up winning over his in-laws with a pregnancy. Every time they saw him, her parents praised him to high heaven.

Come on—what’s so great about having a kid?! Watching Taotao’s belly grow day by day, he was scared out of his mind. Couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep.

Childbirth was painful. If terminating the pregnancy hadn’t been harmful to Taotao, he would’ve been perfectly fine letting the Lu family die out.
No way did he want her suffering through that hell.

Several years had passed, but there was still no word from Bo Qi’an and Su Ci’s side. One day, Lu Jinyan secretly pulled Bo Qi’an aside for a private consultation.

Bo Qi’an shot him a cool glance, as if looking at a complete fool.
“Simple. Get a vasectomy.”

Turns out, he’d had the surgery not long after they got married.

And hadn’t told his wife.

The truth was—he was afraid of becoming a father.

Part of it was concern about how pregnancy might affect her health.
But the other part was fear.
He was afraid that a new life would steal her love away from him.

Still, he also feared she’d hate him for taking away her chance to be a mother. So he pretended nothing had happened, always acting like he was just very cautious.

Until one day, Su Ci brought it up herself. Only then did he let out a massive sigh of relief.

Turns out, she didn’t want children either.
That meant no one would ever come between them.

Even if his reasoning was selfish.

But everyone deserves to be selfish at least once in their life.

He had given up too much by being “generous” in the past.
Now, his wife was his bottom line.

As for his parents, he never brought them up, and Su Ci never asked.
They were Bo Qiyou’s parents—not his.
There was no need to fake some perfect family dynamic.

Old Madam Bo was getting on in years, so sometimes Bo Qi’an and Su Ci would go visit her at Mingming Villa.

The elderly woman, hair white and steps shaky, would always dig around in her pockets when she saw him, whispering like a thief:

“Qiyou, is that you? Here, Grandma remembered—this is your favorite. I saved it just for you. No one else gets any.”

Su Ci frowned.
“What about his older brother? Did you save anything for your eldest grandson?”

The old lady adjusted her glasses, stunned for a moment, then grabbed Su Ci’s hand and said earnestly:

“You must be Qiyou’s girlfriend, right? So pretty. Grandma really likes you.”

She raised a wrinkled finger.

“Shhh! Don’t tell him. All the good stuff belongs to our Ayou. He’s smart and handsome—what a great eye you have, sweetheart. Don’t you dare favor outsiders over your own man…”

Bo Qi’an instantly sensed his wife’s unhappiness.

He gently pulled her hand away, signaled for a servant to look after the old woman, and led Su Ci to a quiet corner.

“If you don’t like it here, we won’t come again, okay? I didn’t expect her to be like this…”

Su Ci didn’t want to hear it. She just wanted to hold him tightly.

“It’s okay, Bo Qi’an. I’ll remember what you love—tangerines and grapes, white tea with old-fashioned pastries, how you wash your hair and body separately…”

“All the good stuff belongs to my husband. Honestly, how did I get such amazing taste? With so many men at that party, I picked the handsomest, most capable one at a glance…”

Breath mingling, Bo Qi’an lowered his head and saw her eyes shimmering with tears. A lake of emotion, clear and brilliant as moonlight—holding only his reflection.

He’d thought he was used to being overlooked and disregarded by his family.
But only now did he realize—some wounds never stopped festering until love touched them and allowed them to finally begin healing.

Ten years into marriage.

Bo Qi’an no longer cared much for running his company.
Instead, he became a passionate amateur photographer.

His daily routine?
Traveling the world with his wife.

Those secretly hoarded wedding gowns finally found their purpose. In every city they visited, Bo Qi’an eagerly took wedding photos of the two of them.

On a private, cleared-out beach, with white sand and crashing waves, he’d set up the tripod, find the perfect angle, and press the timer.

Then he’d run straight to the woman he’d fallen for at first sight—
To embrace, to kiss, to do anything he wanted.

Everything he’d once lost had returned in another form.

And when happiness flooded in like a tidal wave,
The past pain buried in dust was finally forgotten.