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

Jiang Xiyu is back.

The evening of the day after Lu's mother ended her phone call.

He stood at the doorway, a constant blast of cold wind blowing into him, making everything feel icy cold. Suddenly, a burning pain rose in his eyes, the pain spreading through his blood to his limbs, leaving him numb.

Jiang Xiyu only knew that her heart felt like it was being burned through at that moment.

Even though it was right in front of him, he was hesitant to take a step inside.

Just like the day he left, it took him so much courage to walk out, and now that he's going back, he has to desperately find something to support himself.

In that one minute that seemed to stand still, all he found in despair was fear and sadness.

He had to admit that he seemed to have done something very stupid, and that this thing had deeply hurt Lu Xingye.

It was only because I was so afraid of hurting others that when I looked back, I found that the person I hurt the most was the one I loved the most.

He couldn't even imagine how angry Lu Xingye would be if he couldn't find him after returning.

Will you be angry that he left without saying goodbye?

Or are you angry at his self-righteousness?

After you've finished being angry, will you miss him for a moment?

Do you still resent him and would you still curse him?

Jiang Xiyu has been repeatedly questioning himself about these issues for the past month.

So frequently that he could picture Lu Xingye's reaction in his mind, and then he would talk to himself and coax him until he couldn't bear the separation anxiety anymore. Many times he wanted to run back, to a place far away from the villa, and even just seeing a glimpse of the villa's outline would make him sad and want to cry.

At that time, he no longer knew whether he was comforting Lu Xingye in his mind or comforting himself who was tormented by longing.

He secretly looked in that direction countless times, but fate did not grant his wish; he never saw Lu Xingye emerge again.

Fearing that she would eventually lose control, Jiang Xiyu went to the hospital immediately after running to the Lu family villa for the first time, and spent most of her time with a psychologist afterwards.

He can only control himself, control his anxiety, and control his involuntary behavior through medication.

No matter what, he still missed Lu Xingye very much, very much.

The thought that he was just standing here alone made his heart feel like it was about to shatter again and again.

Jiang Xiyu felt that she had done something unforgivable, and she both wanted to see him and was afraid to see him.

On the phone, Lu's mother told him, through tears, that Lu Xingye had been taken back to the Lu residence after he left. She said Lu Xingye might have received some treatment there, which had caused him to experience various health problems…

Although Lu Xingye acted normally in front of his mother, what mother in the world doesn't understand her child?

So what Lu's mother said to Jiang Xiyu at the end was that Lu Xingye was waiting for him.

To allay Jiang Xiyu's concerns, she told him that she had thought it through and wouldn't object to his relationship with Lu Xingye. She also expressed her hope that Jiang Xiyu could come back...

She would never forgive him if he didn't go back.

So, Jiang Xiyu returned.

He didn't know how he ended up walking in, nor what he said to the people who came to greet him. All he knew was that after he came to his senses, he was already sitting stiffly on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the doorway.

Lu's mother said that Lu Xingye had gone out and told him to wait a while.

Jiang Xiyu opened her lips, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't say anything.

He had barely spoken a few words in the past month, so when faced with Lu's mother's concern, he simply nodded slightly.

My mind is filled with thoughts of Lu Xingye not doing well.

After he left, Lu Xingye suffered a lot.

He cherished the star he wanted to hold in his hands every moment, but he let it go with his own hands. Yet, he was not happy, he did not live well, only in pain...

Jiang Xiyu had no idea that such a thing would happen.

At that moment, the overwhelming self-blame, regret, and grief almost strangled Jiang Xiyu.

He was in so much pain that he had difficulty breathing and was even having trouble catching his breath.

During this long struggle, Jiang Xiyu's only rational thought was that she didn't want to appear in front of Lu Xingye in such a disheveled state.

He instinctively tried to take his medicine, but in the end, his hand only curled up slightly, unable to move, forcing him to give up. Instead, he clenched his fist tightly, his fingertips turning white, as if he were trying to squeeze blood.

At this moment, Lu's mother noticed that something was wrong with him. Seeing that Jiang Xiyu's forehead was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale, she couldn't help but feel concerned and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Tell Auntie, where does it hurt?"

Why do you look so haggard?

Lu's mother reached out with trembling hands to touch his face.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu looked up and tried her best to smile at Lu's mother, hoping to reassure her.

But that smile was too pale; it was hardly attractive.

Lu's mother stood there stunned for a moment, as if she were seeing Lu Xingye again that day. She comforted him and quickly walked away, barely managing to hold back her tears.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her gaze, her eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of unease.

He didn't know when the shimmering light would finally fade.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes were sore and sore, but she couldn't bear to blink.

He was afraid he wouldn't see Lu Xingye return at first glance.

I waited for about another half hour.

Footsteps came from outside, very lightly, and in an instant, the sound felt like it was stepping on Jiang Xiyu's heart, one after another.

He finally met Lu Xingye and saw him.

Instantly, "Crack!"

As if a bead had broken its string, that drop of light unexpectedly fell from the lower eyelid.

No one saw it.

Jiang Xiyu was unaware of it.

His mind went blank; he simply stood up instinctively and looked at Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye was dressed in thin black clothes and looked much thinner. His hair had also grown longer, and his originally bright blue hair had become dull and lifeless gray.

It's hard to describe how he felt; he just looked lifeless, as if his body was full of cracks.

Feeling the gaze upon him, he coldly raised his eyelids and looked in the direction the gaze was directed.

Lu Xingye stopped in his tracks.

It seems like I'm hallucinating again.

If we go back in time to that day, he returned home full of joy with the gift, but this time, Jiang Xiyu didn't leave.

He stood there quietly, as if waiting for him, or perhaps he was so moved he was about to cry.

In a daze, Lu Xingye seemed to hear a familiar voice calling his name softly.

"Brother Xingye".

"Brother Xingye, you're back?"

Jiang Xiyu's figure seemed to be walking towards him, his tone natural and intimate, as if he was about to hug and kiss him at any moment.

He blinked his clear, bright eyes, which were often moist, and asked, "What gift did you prepare for me?"

Lu Xingye remained motionless and silent.

Jiang Xiyu, who did not receive a reply, was not annoyed.

He walked up to me and reached out as if to take the gift from my hand.

Lu Xingye's gaze lingered on this 'Jiang Xiyu', his expression as indifferent as if he were looking at a stranger.

After a long pause, he calmly met those red, tearful eyes, his voice low and cold: "Don't touch me, you're disgusting."