Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Jiang Xiyu turned to look at him, and from an angle where Lu's mother couldn't see, she gave Lu Xingye a gentle smile with her eyes crinkling.

When the elevator doors opened again, Lu Xingye was still stunned.

In the living room, the gifts that Lu's mother had given them were quietly placed on the sofa.

After Jiang Xiyu helped Lu's mother clear the dining table, she couldn't help but touch the gifts on the sofa.

Lu's mother said he could open it and take a look.

Jiang Xiyu resisted the urge to open it and shook her head.

He wanted to demolish it together with Lu Xingye.

In fact, the gifts that Lu's mother gave them were never different, just like how she treated Jiang Xiyu as if she were her own child.

What Lu Xingye has, Jiang Xiyu will also have.

Therefore, Jiang Xiyu cherishes this family bond all the more.

Even in the original world, another important reason that led him to commit suicide after his plan to scheme against the male protagonist failed was his fear of disappointing Lu's mother.

The ultimate mom-lover, that's no joke.

Besides Lu Xingye, Lu's mother was the second person he cared about most in his life.

Jiang Xiyu, holding the gifts, sat on the sofa and chatted with Lu's mother for a while.

As the phone notifications vibrated more and more frequently, Jiang Xiyu knew that Lu Xingye was urging her.

He looked up at the wall clock, which pointed to about eleven o'clock, and reluctantly ended his chat with Lu's mother, carrying the gift Lu's mother had given Lu Xingye back to his room.

As Jiang Xiyu went upstairs, she knocked on Lu Xingye's bedroom door with three gifts in total: the ones she had prepared and the ones given by Lu's mother.

The door opened very quickly.

Lu Xingye had already showered and was wearing simple black pajamas. He saw Jiang Xiyu carrying three gifts stacked higher than his head and asked with amusement, "You prepared so many?"

Do you really care that much about his birthday?

Even the gifts had to be prepared in triplicate.

Lu Xingye didn't immediately recognize the two gifts his mother had given him.

Jiang Xiyu replied truthfully: "One was prepared by my aunt, one was prepared by me, and the other was given to me by my aunt."

"..."

Lu Xingye's smile was pulled away in annoyance before it could even take shape.

He took the two gifts from Jiang Xiyu, his tone indifferent: "Neither of them were given to me by you, why are you taking them?"

"I'll bring it up with you." Jiang Xiyu paused, her eyes gleaming through her thin glasses.

He looked at Lu Xingye and smiled again: "I want to tear it down with you, Brother Xingye."

Lu Xingye stared at his face for a while, and after a long pause, as if agreeing, he placed the gift on the table.

After Jiang Xiyu put down the gift, she noticed that his hair was still wet, so she went to find a hairdryer to dry his hair.

Lu Xingye sat with his legs crossed in the chair and suddenly asked Jiang Xiyu, "Have you taken a shower?"

Jiang Xiyu was a little confused as to why he asked that. She ran her fingers through his blue hair and replied softly, "Not yet. I'll go back and wash it after I celebrate your birthday."

There's still one hour left until the birthday celebration ends.

He wanted to spend the whole day by Lu Xingye's side.

But in this last hour, after Lu Xingye asked him if he had taken a shower, he wouldn't let him blow-dry his hair anymore.

Fearing that the hot air from the hairdryer would burn Lu Xingye's outstretched hand, Jiang Xiyu quickly turned it off, and then Lu Xingye easily snatched the hairdryer away.

Jiang Xiyu stood behind him, somewhat puzzled and at a loss.

He looked down at Lu Xingye's half-dry hair, lost in thought for a moment.

Why not let him blow it?

Lu Xingye turned to the side, looked up into his eyes, and slowly said, "Go take a shower."

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips.

bath?

Why were they suddenly told to go back and take a shower?

Jiang Xiyu was reluctant; he didn't want to waste that time, so he stood still and asked with a somewhat stubborn expression, "Is there something on me?"

He sniffed it; there was none.

Lu Xingye leaned closer to Jiang Xiyu's body and sniffed, then frowned and remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu really thought that Lu Xingye had indeed smelled something bad on her, so she immediately took two steps back to distance herself from him, and said anxiously, "Then I'll go back and take a shower now."

As he spoke, he started to walk towards the bedroom door.

Lu Xingye reached out and grabbed his wrist at just the right moment.

Jiang Xiyu turned to look at him.

Lu Xingye stared at him for more than ten seconds, then suddenly ordered, "Go to my bathroom to wash."

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

Are you going to Lu Xingye's bathroom to take a shower?

Realizing this, Jiang Xiyu's heart pounded. The next second, he looked at Lu Xingye with some confusion. In the instant their eyes met, he noticed that Lu Xingye's gaze was a little strange.

"Okay, okay."

Before she could think any further, Jiang Xiyu's mouth had already agreed.

Lu Xingye tightened his grip on his fingers for a moment, then released them, and said, "Glasses."

Jiang Xiyu asked in confusion, "What?"

"Take off your glasses. Do you expect to wear them while showering?"

Jiang Xiyu said "Oh" twice and obediently took off her glasses and placed them next to the gift.

After taking off my glasses, my vision suddenly became blurry.

Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes briefly, feeling a little uncomfortable. When she opened them again, she lowered her head and squinted at Lu Xingye to get a clearer view.

The eyelashes cast dark shadows under the light, and the moment the eyelids were lowered coldly, the gaze seemed to become extremely aggressive.

At this moment, Jiang Xiyu was in a superior position.

Lu Xingye, sitting in the chair, had to look up slightly to see him.

The moment their eyes met, Lu Xingye's hand, which was resting on his knee, twitched.

He seemed to have discovered something new and interesting, and slowly curled the corners of his lips, a hint of malice hidden in his smile: "Can't see the road clearly? Do you want me to take you there?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head.

He's very familiar with Lu Xingye's bedroom now, so it shouldn't have much of an impact.

Lu Xingye said, "Then go wash up. I'll give you ten minutes."

This condition is a bit demanding.

Jiang Xiyu hummed in agreement, nodded silently, and headed towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was large and warm. The moment Jiang Xiyu entered, the scent emanating from Lu Xingye hit her nose—a very light and sophisticated fragrance.

However, he was mindful of the time and didn't have time to savor it properly. In the end, he simply wiped off the scent, which was the same as Lu Xingye's, and rinsed it clean with water.

But when he reached for the bath towel, he found that there was nothing on the shelf.

He remembered this place; spares were kept there.

Jiang Xiyu was a little anxious. She opened her eyes and searched through the mist, only to find that there were really no clean spare bath towels in the bathroom.

The warm water flushed his back red, and Jiang Xiyu finally found something to wipe himself down next to the built-in bathtub.

He walked closer barefoot and noticed that the bath towel wasn't neatly laid out, but rather somewhat messy, with traces of dampness remaining on it.

Jiang Xiyu almost immediately realized that this was... something Lu Xingye had used.

He looked at it with some difficulty, thinking that he might as well just stay in the bathroom and wait to dry.

But his gaze couldn't help but fall on the bath towel.

He remembered that Lu Xingye had only given him ten minutes, and he didn't want to be late on their very first day as boyfriends...

Jiang Xiyu struggled for a while before finally slowly reaching out to take the bath towel that carried a sense of intimacy.

Will it have Lu Xingye's refreshing scent?

There probably will be.

There will be water stains wiped off his body, and everything else he can't touch...

Jiang Xiyu held the bath towel and couldn't help but lower her head, just as his nose was about to touch it.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open.