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

Every word I said that night carried heavy weight.

Before the person who secretly loves you can even say "I love you," the person who is loved speaks out first.

Jiang Xiyu felt as if he had finally obtained what he had been dreaming of. He clutched Lu Xingye's clothes, trying to support himself to look at him, but he could only hold on for a few seconds before his neck slumped down as his emotions overwhelmed him.

His tears began to fall like a broken string, and in an instant, it was as if he had sunk into a sea of ​​extreme grievance.

Her shoulders were trembling violently. At first, she didn't cry out, but gradually Jiang Xiyu started crying, crying so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Watering and tending to a flower full of thorns doesn't cost much money, but it requires a lot of care and love from the gardener.

Not all efforts are rewarded with good fortune; bitterness and tears seem to be the most common things on the road to unrequited love.

If one day, someone feels sorry for you and wipes away your tears, then the grievances will flood in like a burst dam, and all the tear stains along the way will become crystal clear.

Those clear traces revealed the determination Jiang Xiyu had secretly made.

He had resigned himself to never receiving a response, and dared not hope for one.

He was aware of the gap between himself and Lu Xingye, and he didn't expect someone like Lu Xingye to stop looking at him.

He would rather continue to love blindfolded than let his love easily disturb the other person. Only in this way could he remain forever hidden in this dark and hopeless relationship.

All of this so-called concealment, all of which Jiang Xiyu claimed to have hidden well, finally turned into resentment and jealousy after Lu Zhibai's appearance, forcing him to lose his composure and collapse completely.

So, upon hearing Lu Xingye profess his love, Jiang Xiyu finally stopped suppressing or hiding her feelings.

He cried, crying with immense grievance.

Without his lover's comfort, it seemed that his tear would never fall.

That tear, which had been dwindling until it was almost dry, finally fell for Lu Xingye the moment he gave her his love.

Perhaps, when Lu Xingye gave him a chance, it was inevitable that this tear would fall for him.

Because Lu Xingye's love is an extreme luxury.

He won't give it up easily, and others won't get it easily either.

But now, he says he's fallen in love with himself.

He made it clear that he had fallen in love with himself.

Jiang Xiyu could no longer hold on.

He didn't even have a chance to tell him he loved him before Lu Xingye said he loved him.

Then, he said to him very gently, "Jiang Xiyu, don't cry."

Instead of feigning disgust and saying that his crying was ugly, he comforted him and told him not to cry.

The tears fell heavily and hurt a lot.

Like lava slowly eroding him drop by drop, Lu Xingye's heart collapsed piece by piece, until it was completely submerged, bringing indescribable pain.

He awkwardly wiped away Jiang Xiyu's tears.

Jiang Xiyu's tears flowed so much that it seemed he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he tried.

Lu Xingye had no choice but to cup his face in his hands and command him in a serious tone, "Jiang Xiyu, you're not allowed to cry."

"If you cry again, I'll get angry."

Jiang Xiyu's eyes were now extremely red and moist, as if they had been pulled out of the seawater soaked with the sunset glow.

Her long eyelashes were tangled up in a mess, making her look pitiful and disheveled from crying.

He remained silent, watching Lu Xingye shed tears.

This time, Jiang Xiyu seemed unable to control herself, her eyes brimming with intense emotions, repeatedly responding to Lu Xingye's love.

He seemed to be saying silently to Lu Xingye: I love you too, I love you so much...

The moment their eyes met, Lu Xingye choked up.

Faced with Jiang Xiyu like this, he couldn't even pretend anymore.

So he coaxed Jiang Xiyu in a very soft voice, telling her the truth: "Don't cry, if you keep crying, my heart will break."

After a pause, he asked a question very softly, as if he were asking Jiang Xiyu, or as if he were asking himself.

"What can I do to stop you from crying?"

His fingertips brushed against Jiang Xiyu's eyelids, where the skin was burning hot and gradually swelled up.

The best way to stop Jiang Xiyu from crying is for Lu Xingye to tell him frankly that he feels sorry for her.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't bear to see him in pain, so he tried his best to suppress his overwhelming emotions.

Finally, the tears stopped flowing.

He raised his reddened eyes and asked Lu Xingye with a mixture of caution and longing, "Okay, say it again, do you love me?"

If I say "you love me" again, I probably won't cry anymore.

He really wanted to hear it again.

Then he will cherish it and remember those three words Lu Xingye said.

In the past, at this time, the young master would belatedly feel ashamed after confessing his feelings.

He might stubbornly refuse to admit it, even though he's ashamed and indignant, after Jiang Xiyu makes this request.

He would say, "No, I will only say it once."

But now Lu Xingye suddenly didn't want to be stubborn anymore. His mind went blank, and all he wanted was for Jiang Xiyu not to cry.

Those words that seem difficult to say, once said, will be said again.

Jiang Xiyu can be an exception, right?

Lu Xingye silently asked himself in his heart, his heart feeling like it was being tightly bound by invisible threads.

At the end of the taut string was Jiang Xiyu's eye.

He couldn't help but lower his head and place a very light kiss on Jiang Xiyu's eyelid.

Then he heard someone say, "I love you."

In a daze, Lu Xingye recognized it; it was his own voice.

The next second, the voice, seemingly calm, coaxed again: "I love you, don't cry."

Three words that seemed impossible to appear in Lu Xingye's life appeared calmly many times on this day.

"I'm sorry" and "I love you" were both given to Jiang Xiyu.

So saying "I love you" isn't that hard after all, is it?

So apologizing isn't difficult, nor is admitting love.

Faced with Jiang Xiyu's tears, even a proud man like Lu Xingye gave them away so easily once again.

He was even afraid that he wouldn't convey enough emotion and that Jiang Xiyu would think he wasn't serious enough.

After a while, he carefully kissed away his tear stains again, hugged him tightly, and shook him: "Don't cry, aren't you happy?"

If I've said I love you, how could I not be happy?

Saying it many, many times was really difficult for Lu Xingye, who was saying this for the first time.

Jiang Xiyu blinked, her emotions hard to describe, but she still insisted on giving him a smile and replying, "Happy, really happy."

Although that smile on that tear-streaked face was hardly attractive.

Lu Xingye breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason, realizing for the first time how difficult it was to coax Jiang Xiyu into stopping crying.

He snorted and couldn't help but complain a little: "Jiang Xiyu, you're so hard to please."

She also cries very easily.

Jiang Xiyu pouted a little embarrassedly, the marks on her eyelashes still wet.

Seeing him like that, Lu Xingye thought he was about to cry again.

He tightened his grip on Jiang Xiyu's face, causing her lips, which had been bitten until they were unusually red from trying to hold back her tears, to pucker up with his force.

Lu Xingye chuckled and lowered his head to approach.

That night, he used the methods he had taught Jiang Xiyu to coax him many times.

In order to appease Jiang Xiyu, he generously gave him a great deal.