Quick Transmigration Strategy: The Yandere Male God

The pizza shop wasn’t far from home, but the quiet journey felt long.

Shi Ran’s expression was calm, but her thoughts were running.

Qi Yan observed the scene. The girl pouted, murmuring something from time to time, her expression seemingly one of accusation.

She was quite adorable.

However, he didn’t trust appearances. He was certain from their earlier exchanged glances in the pizza shop that she knew he was in the car.

Yet she wasn’t anxious. Instead, she continued to enjoy her food.

Such patience.

The intense possessiveness in his gaze showed hints of crimson.

“How do you feel about starting at the new school?” the man was the first to speak.

Shi Ran was momentarily taken aback, then smiled and replied: “Pretty good. I had some issues when I first arrived, but the boys at school were very enthusiastic and helped me out.”

Her tone was normal, but the mention of “boys” pierced the man’s heart.

She was his prey and could only belong to him.

Noticing that the man seemed indifferent, Shi Ran blinked her eyes innocently and cautiously said, “Uncle, I still don’t know what to call you.”

“Uncle?” The man’s eyes darkened, revealing a dangerous glint.

Shi Ran realized that the car had stopped at some point, and the man’s presence was now increasingly close.

She wasn’t afraid at all. She maintained eye contact with his deep gaze, her watery peach blossom eyes were icy cold.

Terrifyingly calm.

His breath brushed faintly against Shi Ran’s fair face, and his cool fingers gripped her chin, their heartbeats aligning with each breath.

The man leaned closer and whispered in the girl’s ear, “Call me Uncle? Are you sure?”

His eyes fixated on the girl, watching her feigned panic.

As the man’s lips seemed about to touch hers, Shi Ran finally spoke: “I still don’t know your name.”

“Qi Yan. Remember it, okay?” the man asked patiently.

Shi Ran nodded, “Mm, got it.”

Qi Yan smiled, his deep voice striking a chord in her heart.

Finally, he released her.

Soon, the car drove into a luxurious villa. The villa was decorated in cool tones, with black and white intermingling.

A place resembling a funeral?

Shi Ran hesitated for a moment before asking, “Where’s my bedroom?”

“The first room on the right on the second floor,” Qi Yan replied casually, unfazed by the fact that the girl had forgotten where her bedroom was after staying there for a month.

“Then… goodnight?” Shi Ran asked tentatively.

Qi Yan nodded and replied gently, “Goodnight.”

“But remember, I’m not the Uncle you think I am at 22 years old.”

Shi Ran turned back to meet Qi Yan’s smiling eyes, a glimmer in her bright gaze, “I know.”

It seemed she really remembered.