Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 95

Cen Leyi had been lying in a pile of garbage for three hours.

The stench was overwhelming—so strong it nearly knocked her unconscious. Flies and bugs crawling all over her sent her into a panicked breakdown. She was on the verge of losing her mind.

In the end, it was Gu Beichen who showed up to pull her out.

The driver wrinkled his nose in disgust, stepped into the trash heap, and helped her up. But before she could steady herself, he immediately let go, wiping his hands clean of filth.

Exhausted and unsteady, Cen Leyi’s knees gave out, and she collapsed forward—straight into Gu Beichen, assuming he’d catch her with some shred of pity.

But instead, the man sidestepped her without blinking.

She hit the cold, hard ground with a thud, scratching her face and slamming right into a pair of high heels.

Following the long, stocking-clad legs upward, she saw a fashionable woman with perfect makeup, clinging to Gu Beichen’s arm with a flirtatious smile.

“Beichen, look at her! She dirtied my shoes!”

Gu Beichen wrapped his arm tighter around the woman’s waist, his smirk both suggestive and cruel.
“Baby, what style do you like? I’ll buy you ten pairs. Wear them all tonight, stomp on anything you want.”

The woman playfully slapped his chest.
“Oh, Beichen, you’re terrible! Miss Cen’s still lying on the ground!”

Cen Leyi stared at the two of them in disbelief as they flirted shamelessly.

That useless man, Gu Beichen—what kind of woman could actually live with him?

With contempt swirling in her heart, Cen Leyi’s eyes caught on the necklace around the woman’s neck, and the designer handbag she clutched.

No wonder she could stand being with Gu Beichen—probably seducing him just for the Gu family’s money, selling her dignity in the process.

How long had it been since she had bought a handbag?

Hah, a bag of that caliber wouldn’t have even been worthy of her attention in her past life. What was this woman showing off for?

If Cen Zhixi’s mother hadn’t gone back on her word tonight, she would’ve been wearing pink diamond jewelry worth ten times as much—instead of clinging to some pathetic man just to survive.

She made up her mind: as soon as she got back, she’d tell her father that Cen Zhixi and her mother were bullying her, withholding clothes and jewelry out of sheer pettiness.

Just as she tried to stand, Gu Beichen tossed a business card at her.

“Leyi, we’ve known each other a while. Seeing you like this… it’s not a good look. You were still my woman, after all. If you’re ever in trouble, give me a call.”

His words sounded comforting, but the tone was dripping with mockery. His gaze was the kind you’d give a streetwalker—one you wouldn’t even touch with a stick.

Although, to be fair, no streetwalker reeked as badly as she did.

Gu Beichen then escorted the woman into the car. He didn’t dare look back—worried he might lose his dinner from the sheer smell.

That night at Mingming Villa, Cen Leyi had played dirty and set him up, dragging the Gu family into unnecessary conflict with the Bo Corporation. He’d been holding a grudge ever since.

Not to mention—he still remembered the way she’d looked at him, eyes filled with unfulfilled lust.

That cheap woman actually dared to question his manhood!

Cen Leyi had no idea how many people she had offended.

She stood, tore up the business card in a few seconds, and went to find Cen Zhixi and her mother—only to learn they had already left, taking the driver and car with them.

With no other choice, she hailed a cab to get back to the Cen household. Because she dirtied the seat, she even had to fork over 200 yuan in cleaning fees.

But when she got there, the gates were shut. And her biological father—yes, her real father—was squatting outside with a suitcase in hand, waiting for her.

She had been completely thrown out of the Cen family.

Lu Jinyan had always been hot-tempered, and when Cen Leyi insulted Taotao and Su Ci at the auction, he’d finally snapped.

Everyone knew Lu Jinyan had the Bo Corporation behind him.

Just one warning call was enough to make Father Cen panic. There was no way he’d risk keeping a troublemaking adopted daughter who brought shame to the family.

Once the whole lot was kicked out, his mood had improved noticeably. For the first time, no one was whispering behind his back anymore.

Yet after being cast out, Cen Leyi didn’t reflect on her actions. Instead, she yelled at her biological father:

“You two set me up, didn’t you?! You raised Cen Zhixi and caught feelings, huh? Now you’re helping her bully me?! I want nothing to do with you people!”

It had to be them. They were jealous of how much their parents loved her, so they deliberately provoked them into throwing her out—just to make way for Cen Zhixi!

Her biological parents were completely disheartened.

They had risked so much and gone to such great lengths to switch children—just so their daughter could live a better life. And this was how she repaid them?

Without saying another word, they picked up their luggage and left—leaving Cen Leyi to cry and scream alone on the curb.

Not just her adoptive parents—even her real parents didn’t want her anymore.

The once-glamorous heiress had fallen into the gutter, left to shiver on the cold street by herself.

She still had a few thousand yuan in her wallet—some leftover allowance. Clutching it, Cen Leyi hailed another cab and checked into the nearest hotel.

In her heart, she still believed that as long as she could see Bo Qi’an, everything would turn around.

After all, in her past life, even after giving birth to someone else’s child, he hadn’t divorced her. He still gave her everything—food, clothes, jewelry, all in luxury.

But the hotel she chose wasn’t cheap. Day after day, she loitered outside Bo Qi’an’s villa, waiting.

He never appeared. But her money disappeared fast.

By the third time the front desk called to collect payment, Cen Leyi’s longing had turned into venomous resentment.

Why? Why wouldn’t he see her?!

Was he still holding a grudge? Still punishing her for carrying another man’s child in their past life?

But this time—she hadn’t gotten pregnant!

Cen Leyi knew Bo Qi’an always found her dirty. Otherwise, why would he marry her but never touch her? Not even a single hug?

What an uptight, ridiculous prude. Who hasn’t had a few exes?

What she didn’t know was, in the past, Bo Qi’an had only married her because he’d witnessed Cen Zhixi’s mother favoring Zhixi at a banquet. She looked so pitiful standing there that he saw a reflection of his younger self in her.

He had pitied her.

So now, Cen Leyi thought she was being punished. Maybe it was revenge, or maybe it was to get Bo Qi’an’s attention…

One night, she changed into a revealing dress and knocked on the door of a VIP hotel suite.

She didn’t come out till morning.

And she walked away with a secondary credit card—limit: 100,000.

The man, well into his forties, patted her shoulder with a greasy, sleazy smile.

“Leyi, I never thought you’d actually say yes. When I see Old Cen, I’ll definitely teach him a lesson—imagine tossing out a pretty girl like you…”

Cen Leyi forced a smile and leaned in to kiss him.
“Thank you, Uncle. I want to buy a few more bags… could you give me a little more?”

He was old, sure—but miles better than Gu Beichen.

At least he paid up. Unlike Gu Beichen, who just used her for free.

But to her disappointment, Bo Qi’an never appeared.

Not even after all that.

Some things are dangerously addictive. Like making money—especially when it comes fast and easy. Once you start, it’s hard to stop.

After sleeping with who knows how many “uncles,” Cen Leyi discovered she was pregnant.

Seeing the two red lines on the test, she stood frozen for a moment—then broke into a delighted smile.

Perfect. Now that she had a child, Bo Qi’an couldn’t ignore her anymore, right?

He was the father, after all!

Clutching her prenatal report, she resumed her endless vigil outside Bo Qi’an’s home.

The security guards already knew all her tricks. She couldn’t even get into the gated community anymore, reduced to wandering the nearby shopping street on the off-chance he passed by.

From dawn till dusk, every time she spotted a man in a suit, she’d rush over, only to slump back in disappointment when it wasn’t him.

As the sky darkened and city lights flickered on, the massive LED screen on the department store cycled to a new image.

It wasn’t an ad for wedding photography or a movie trailer—

It was a montage of elegant, dreamlike wedding photos.

Bo Qi’an and his wife’s anniversary tribute.

21:57.

Fireworks burst into the sky, right on the minute of their first meeting. A cascade of silver and gold lit up the navy night.

The dazzling colors reflected off Cen Leyi’s ashen face. She clutched her ringing ears, unwilling to believe Bo Qi’an had really married someone else behind her back.

Her mind in chaos, she wandered to the Gu family estate, planning to tell Gu Beichen she was pregnant with his child and demand he marry her.

Instead, she saw him in the garden with that same woman—arms around her, a stroller by their side. A happy family of three, watching the fireworks bloom.

And she?

She was like a rat skulking in the sewer, hiding in the shadows, peeking at other people’s joy.

After being dealt blow after blow, Cen Leyi finally snapped.

She tried to find out who the child’s father was—to claw her way back into high society. But the list of possible candidates was so long, she had no idea who it could be.

Eventually, she found a rich fool willing to pay. But not long after, his wife came storming in and took back all the money.

By then, she was already eight months pregnant.

It was too late for an abortion.

She could only huddle in a cheap rental, crying day and night.

Cen Leyi couldn’t understand—she had already broken away from Bo Qi’an. She’d gotten a head start. So why was her life still so miserable?

Why did Cen Zhixi get to be the real heiress and marry a man of equal standing?

Why did Gu Beichen marry a flashy influencer instead of her?

What she couldn’t accept the most was—

Bo Qi’an had married a fake heiress, just like her.

If she’d known things would turn out this way… she never would’ve signed that agreement.

But life doesn’t offer second chances.

Most people don’t recognize the happiness they already have.
They’re too busy chasing what belongs to someone else.