Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 96

“I’d rather die than form a bond with a human!”

“Anyone who tries to force me, I’ll fight them to the death!”

“I, Xiang Zhi’ang, would rather die from heatstroke during rut, be chopped up like a monster, or starve to death out on the streets than ever accept a bond!”

One year, one month, one day, the rebellious son of the Xiang Group’s chairman threw down these arrogant, defiant words—

And then vanished without a trace for three whole months.

By the time the chairman realized something was wrong, his son had already disappeared into thin air. And due to certain sensitive reasons, they couldn’t even search publicly.

…

In a greasy diner tucked into a street corner, Yu Ruowei was having lunch with a colleague.

It was her day off, so she hadn’t eaten at the company canteen. Her coworker—and reluctant friend—Dai Yi insisted on meeting up, claiming she had something important to tell her.

Turned out, all the fuss was over a new coworker?

Seriously? This tiny little update was what she called “breaking news”?

Across from her, Dai Yi hadn’t touched a single bite of food. She was still gushing excitedly about the new guy, flailing her hands like she’d seen a ghost—or a god.

“Weiwei, you have no idea how good-looking the new guy is! He’s seriously prettier than a fairy—I swear, I was born the wrong gender…”

“Oh. Pretty. What’s that got to do with me?”

Yu Ruowei’s reply was perfunctory. The cheap food in front of her had killed her appetite. She absentmindedly poked at the lifeless meat in her bowl, eyes unfocused and hollow.

She wasn’t the wide-eyed, 23-year-old newbie anymore.

She was now the 45-year-old Yu Ruowei—reborn, after living through the highs and crushing lows of her past life.

Yes, it sounded ridiculous.
But she had been reborn.

Not that this world was normal to begin with.

Not when even incubi—those sinister creatures—actually existed.

So rebirth? Barely a blip on the radar.

In her previous life, Yu Ruowei had once kept a top-tier incubus. On the surface, incubi were indistinguishable from humans, except for being unreasonably attractive.

So no matter how many poetic compliments Dai Yi gushed about the new guy—like a face that could sink nations or outshine the moon—Yu Ruowei didn’t bat an eye.

Could a human ever be more beautiful than an incubus?

Obviously not.

The more alluring something was, the more dangerous it was.

Back then, she’d been seduced by Xiang Zhi’ang’s absurdly good looks and brought him home after finding him passed out on the roadside. She had no idea he was nothing more than a lowly incubus.

She fed him, kept him, pampered him—all in exchange for a few drops of blood, a bit of skin, a clipping of horn—all for beauty treatments and youth elixirs. Yet he reacted like she was trying to assault him.

Incubi might look human, but underneath, they were lust-driven beasts.
She was his master. And he actually dared to disobey her? To reject her?

It was bad enough he refused to bond with her, but Yu Ruowei never expected that after escaping his cage, he would seek revenge—relentless, brutal revenge—without a shred of gratitude.

This time around, no matter what, she would not bring Xiang Zhi’ang home. Better to let the demon hunters finish him off than get herself dirty again.

Dai Yi noticed her friend’s complete lack of interest. It seemed she genuinely didn’t care about good-looking people, so she awkwardly fell silent.

Still, she thought, Wait till Weiwei actually sees that new guy. She’d eat her words for sure. Even their aloof, untouchable manager had been charmed into a daze.

“Weiwei, why aren’t you eating?”

They’d both only been working at the company for a short while. Two young women trying to survive in the big city—rent, utilities, living expenses—none of it came cheap.

On days they didn’t eat at the company canteen, this little restaurant was their go-to: cheap and satisfying. Dai Yi usually devoured two full bowls.

Yu Ruowei took a sip of plain water, forced down a piece of braised pork, and immediately spit it out in disgust. It tasted horrible.

She waved over the server to pay the bill.

But the moment she saw her bank account balance—not even four digits left—she fell into a fog of confusion and pain.

Incubi… were incredibly valuable commodities.

Far more than any endangered plant or animal.

And they weren’t protected by law. Their very existence was deemed dangerous—seducing minds, committing sins. As lowly slaves, it was their destiny to serve humans as penance.

In her past life, she’d once drawn just one milliliter of Xiang Zhi’ang’s blood and auctioned it anonymously online.
The bid price skyrocketed overnight—

Fifty million.

Top-tier incubus blood and flesh were no different from the mythical meat of the monk Tang Sanzang—able to preserve beauty, delay aging, and boost the immune system.

After weighing her options, Yu Ruowei suddenly shot to her feet.

Without saying a word to Dai Yi, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the restaurant.

She was going to bring Xiang Zhi’ang back!

That incubus was an endless gold mine for the rest of her life!

This time, she’d be smarter, more cautious—she wouldn’t give him a single chance to escape.

No—better yet, she had to force the bond while he was still weak. Only then could she become his true master.
And once bonded, an incubus would be utterly obedient to their one and only master.

…

That afternoon, Su Ci asked her manager for two days off.

Her reason? “The weather’s nice. I’m going out to pick up a boyfriend. I’ll be back in two days.”

The manager—who had been planning to set Su Ci up with her younger brother—was devastated.
“Where exactly are you going to ‘pick one up’? Should I have my annoying little brother wait there ahead of time?”

She was joking, of course. Su Ci was so young, she couldn’t really have a boyfriend already, right? No one would take that excuse seriously.

But Su Ci was actually going to pick up a boyfriend.

The location?
Behind the flowerbed at the northwest corner of Xiangxie Plaza on Donghu Road.

For safety reasons, she hadn’t told anyone. She pretended she was just out for a walk.

In the story, Xiang Zhi’ang had fled home right before his rut. With his body beginning to exhibit certain… demonic features, he attracted the attention of a ruthless demon-hunting organization.

While escaping, he suffered a head injury that wiped his memory. He was even sold at a slave market at one point—but managed to escape with sheer skill and strength.

Then came the relentless pursuit by the hunters. Though he finally shook them off, he was gravely wounded.
With no strength left, he collapsed behind a secluded flowerbed.

Su Ci circled behind the plants.

There, lying in a pool of blood, was a man.

The air carried a faint, alluring sweetness.

Just a single whiff made Su Ci feel off—her heartbeat quickened, her temperature soared, and her ears burned hot. Everything was happening unnaturally fast.

The man lay silently in his own blood. His features were soft yet refined, his skin smooth and luminous like polished jade. His bewitching eyes and brows held a fragile beauty that was utterly captivating.

Su Ci—who normally charmed others—found herself… charmed.

Taking advantage of the quiet surroundings, she tried to lift him onto the small cart she’d brought.

But just as she did, he stirred.

“No… let go…”

The voice was low and hoarse, pure breath and heat brushing her cheek.
Each syllable seemed to slide into her ears and curl along her spine, tickling her bones with a shiver.

Incubi really were cheaters by nature.

Even their voices were weapons.

Su Ci managed to get him seated on the cart, just as she was about to cover him with an oversized cardboard box to avoid suspicion—

A bloody, ice-cold hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The man slowly opened his eyes—wide, dazed, innocent.

His dark purple pupils shifted—

And turned into two heart-shaped slits.

“Don’t let go…”

“…Master…”

“…It hurts…”