Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

For some reason, knowing that she wasn't replacing someone else made her feel much more relaxed, at least when facing Su Wanqing.

The mother and daughter walked into the main building side by side. Su Wanqing pulled Jiang Rangrang to sit on the sofa, and the maid brought over warm tea and an exquisite fruit platter.

Su Wanqing held her daughter's hand and kept asking about school, every word filled with concern.

"Are you getting used to living in the school dormitory? How's your sleep quality? If you're not happy with it, just tell your mom."

Even though they've been asking the same question in the group chat every day, they still ask it again when they meet in person.

Perhaps this is the common thread among all mothers who love their children.

Jiang Rangrang smiled, her eyes crinkling, and her tone was sweet and obedient: "Mom, don't worry, the dormitory environment is quite nice."

Hearing her daughter's explanation, Su Wanqing stopped talking about it, then remembered something and asked:

"Are you planning to stay home and rest during this long holiday, or go out and have fun? Your sister keeps telling you to come over to her place and she'll take you out. Do you want to go?"

"I'm not going. I'm planning to go to Kiyosu with some close classmates. I heard the crystal-clear sea there is really beautiful, and the guesthouses are quite unique."

Upon hearing this, Su Wanqing agreed without hesitation, showing no intention of objecting.

"Okay, that's a good place. Senior year students are buried in their studies all day, so they should go out and relax more."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wanqing took out a card that was completely black with gold characters on it from her handbag.

"Here's the card for you, so I don't forget it. Have fun while you're out and about, and do whatever you want."

Jiang Rangrang looked down at the exquisitely crafted black card in her hand. Was this the legendary credit card with no spending limit?

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up in her heart. She then silently sighed in her heart, wishing she had such a privileged family background and a loving family in her past life.

If she had enough to eat and wear, and someone to support her, she wouldn't have to struggle to make a living and suffer the hardships of life.

So she probably wouldn't be so fixated on finding a possessive and obsessive yandere partner to spend the rest of her life with, right?

Yes, she was beautiful in her past life. She rejected countless high-quality men because they were not within her range of potential partners.

She wants someone crazy, someone who can't live without her, not someone with a normal mind who can live without anyone else.

Such thoughts of "what if in my past life" only flashed through my mind and passed by in an instant.

She's doing very well now. She has a highly capable and well-paid job, a reliable system that's always there for her, and she can even experience the life of a female protagonist in a novel.

She will always remember her purpose in coming to this world, keep her original aspiration in mind, officially join the Time and Space Bureau, complete enough tasks, and accumulate enough points.

The day she achieves her performance target will be the day she can retire peacefully.

She will then carefully select a peaceful and comfortable place to retire, living a stable and leisurely life.

Therefore, everything else, everything now, and everything in the future, are all fleeting and transient.

She said this to herself.

While having dinner with Su Wanqing, she took a picture first, nothing else, and sent it to Qiao Yizhou to satisfy his desire for control.

After dinner, Jiang Rangrang went upstairs to her room, intending to get a good night's sleep and wake up naturally. The daily routine of a high school student was just too weird.

After washing up, she replied to Qiao Yizhou's message to let him know she was done, and then asked 888: [Where is the rest of the family?]

During the month she was here, there were people talking in the family group chat almost every day, although she rarely spoke.

Based on what I've learned in the group chat and from the original story, my family members are all quite lively, because they often exchange emojis in the group chat.

But she really didn't know who was doing what or where, and the group chat didn't seem to be discussing anything serious.

Your eldest brother doesn't live at home; he lives in a large apartment near the company. Your second sister is studying abroad, and your father is away on a business trip.

Jiang Rangrang felt a little uncomfortable hearing the description "888". Having never had any family, she felt awkward and out of place even with such a term of address.

The next day, Jiang Rangrang, who woke up naturally, only slept until nine o'clock in the morning.

The first thing she did upon waking was to check her phone and message Qiao Yizhou: "The class monitor's breakfast is so delicious~ I just woke up~"

The voice, already soft and sweet, sounded even more docile when he first woke up. Qiao Yizhou, who was wearing headphones, had his pupils contract sharply and reacted almost instantly.

He awkwardly crossed his legs and replied in a low, hoarse voice, "No rush, it's a 1 p.m. flight."

Jiang Rangrang smiled, her satisfied smile resembling that of a little fox.

Meanwhile, 888 in the system space was tugging at the rabbit's ears with some worry. The host hadn't lived with the male lead yet, so she didn't know what fear was.

She read the subsequent plot in detail, and the male lead's desire for control and possession was quite terrifying.

Later on, it wasn't just about cooking anymore; it escalated to the point where he had to make clothes for the female lead himself.

Furthermore, the female lead is not allowed to look at other men. If she does, the male lead won't say anything, but he will keep tossing and turning on her in bed until she realizes what "mistake" she made and promises never to do it again.

As a new strategist who just started working in a new department, 888's data collection is not yet extensive enough, which is why he is making such a fuss.

When Jiang Rangrang arrived at the airport, it was almost noon; she was brought there by a driver.

She has excellent bone structure, with a perfect head that frames her face, and her thick, smooth, long, straight black hair casually draped over her shoulders already exudes a unique charm.

Her bangs made her face look even smaller and more delicate, and her skin was so fair that it had a translucent quality.

It's rare for her not to wear her school uniform today. She's wearing a light-colored denim slit halter dress, paired with a loose denim jacket of the same color and white sneakers. She looks relaxed and pretty.

The lobby was bustling with people, all busy boarding their planes, but their gazes would still linger on her for a moment.

Qiao Yizhou arrived at the airport early. He naturally wouldn't wear his school uniform in private, but instead changed into a black casual outfit with high-quality tailoring and fabric.

The black casual shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, while the matching casual trousers made him stand out in the crowd with his tall and slender figure, a full 1.87 meters tall. He exuded a cool and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

This was a stark contrast to his usual gentle and polite demeanor at school. He seemed very aloof, giving off an unapproachable vibe.

Only a pair of deep eyes, burning with passion, were fixed on the entrance, their hearts and eyes filled with anticipation for the petite figure they longed for to appear.

When he saw Jiang Rangrang appear in his line of sight pushing a suitcase, Qiao Yizhou's fingers, which were hanging by his side, subconsciously curled slightly.

She's so well-behaved...so beautiful...so cute...

Everyone's staring at his baby, it's so annoying. Why is it illegal to hurt someone?

Deep down, he was constantly churning with an intense possessiveness and surging, burning emotions that he tried so hard to suppress, always trying to break free from the shackles of reason.

He clenched his fists, trying to suppress his dangerous thoughts.

Anyone who discovers his true inner thoughts will call Uncle Hat.