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

early morning.

Lu Xingye was half-asleep when he was woken up by the heat.

When he woke up, Jiang Xiyu's head was resting quietly on his shoulder.

Perhaps this is all just a dream.

Lu Xingye opened his eyes for only a moment before closing them again.

That night was the most restful and best night's sleep he had had since he started treatment.

When I woke up the next day, there was no one beside me.

Lu Xingye was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away indifferently, but his peripheral vision unexpectedly caught something on the bedside table.

The vase was filled with freshly blooming flowers, so vibrant and full of life that you could almost smell their fragrance.

Lu Xingye's gaze froze for a moment, and the scene from last night suddenly flashed through his mind.

He stared blankly for a while, then slowly raised his arm to cover his eyes.

Jiang Xiyu woke up early. He not only replaced the flowers in Lu Xingye's bedroom with new ones, but also went downstairs to cook him a bowl of lean meat porridge.

Lu's mother was worried that he would be too tired, so she originally planned to cook for Jiang Xiyu herself.

But Jiang Xiyu refused. He knew Lu Xingye's tastes perfectly, and even pursued the exact amount of seasoning to add.

Unable to get involved, Lu's mother could only stand aside and watch. Seeing Jiang Xiyu so earnestly trying to cook a bowl of porridge for Lu Xingye, she was suddenly moved.

There are probably very few people in this world who would go to such lengths for her son.

But Xi Yu could do it. It seemed that as long as it concerned Lu Xingye, he would do it personally and be very considerate.

The housekeeper also told her that this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Jiang Xiyu carried the cooked porridge upstairs, and when he opened the bedroom door, he found that Lu Xingye had already woken up.

He was half-sitting against the headboard, reaching out to touch the flowers in the vase.

Her profile was sharp, her expression indifferent, and her skin had a sickly pallor. She seemed lost in thought, very quiet, and didn't even notice when Jiang Xiyu had entered.

Jiang Xiyu quietly closed the door and walked over. When she saw his thin figure, her nose couldn't help but sting with tears.

He was about to walk up to Lu Xingye with the porridge in his hand when he heard him suddenly speak calmly, giving him the order to leave.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

His voice was dry and hoarse, and it didn't sound very intimidating.

He didn't look at Jiang Xiyu while he was speaking, as if he didn't want to see her. He just kept his eyes down, not knowing where his gaze was falling.

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips trembled slightly, but he pretended not to hear and walked to his bedside. Just like when Lu Xingye used to have a little tantrum with him, he tried to soften his tone and asked with concern, "Brother Xingye, you're awake. Is anything bothering you?"

"Auntie said you haven't been eating much these past few days, so I made you some porridge. Would you like to get up and have some?"

Lu Xingye remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu waited for a while, looking somewhat disappointed, and then tentatively asked, "Or do you not want to do it yourself and want me to feed you?"

During Lu Xingye's long silence, Jiang Xiyu's heart felt as if it were being held hostage by something, clenched painfully.

"Or if you don't want porridge, and you want something else, I'll make it for you, okay?" Jiang Xiyu's eyes began to redden uncontrollably as she smelled it.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, intending to feed him.

Lu Xingye wanted to refuse, but accidentally broke a vase.

"Clatter." It was a crisp, yet jarring sound.

The porcelain vase fell to the ground and shattered, the water inside spreading everywhere. The petals, swayed by gravity, fell off and lay quietly on the ground, no longer whole.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and stared, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

It's as if what shattered before their eyes wasn't just a simple vase, but Lu Xingye's attitude towards this relationship.

Jiang Xiyu's face immediately turned pale.

He wasn't the most seriously ill, but his face was even paler than Lu Xingye's.

"I..." He didn't know what to say, his mind blank as he put down the bowl and then squatted down to deal with it.

Seeing this, Lu Xingye glanced at Jiang Xiyu with cold eyes and urged, "Get out!"

The tone became harsher, as if she really didn't want to see him.

These two simple words, though simple, had the same power as the phrase "You're disgusting," leaving Jiang Xiyu at a loss and sadly stopping her from picking up the broken pieces of the vase.

The bedroom was so quiet it felt almost oppressive. Bright light streamed in through the window, the sun was already shining through, but Jiang Xiyu still felt a chill down his back, so cold that he gradually lost all sensation.

At this moment, it seems that saying anything is too pale and cannot make up for the harm suffered by Lu Xingye.

It's understandable that he's angry, and it's understandable that he gets angry. He's sick, quite seriously so, but Jiang Xiyu would rather he angrily question her and shake her wildly than see him so calm. He's too calm, and that's really not right.

This is not Lu Xingye's temperament at all.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her head deeply, closed her eyes to force back the moisture in them, and then opened them again.

But the heat from the tears was so intense that it made my glasses seem to fog up.

Jiang Xiyu gradually lost sight of Lu Xingye amidst the fog.

He raised his head and stared at Lu Xingye. After a long, long time, he spoke with a bitter and choked voice, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, Xingye-nii..."

Although it was a belated apology, Jiang Xiyu spoke with great pleading, as if begging him to forgive her.

Lu Xingye's pale lips were pressed tightly together as he met Jiang Xiyu's gaze. After a long while, he suddenly told him very softly and without any emotion, "Can broken things be restored?"

"Just because you apologize, does that mean I have to forgive you?"

"If you're apologizing like this, then why did you leave in the first place?" Lu Xingye asked breathlessly, "Did you find me too hard to please, and that's why you got tired of me?"

"Was it because I had a bad temper that made you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm too dependent on you, which makes you feel burdened..."

He asked Jiang Xiyu the question slowly, word by word.

I don't know if I'm asking him again and again, or asking myself again and again.

These were the questions he had asked himself countless times while he was locked up. He told himself that when he saw Jiang Xiyu again, he must ask him these questions.

Ask him clearly and let him answer; that way he will know all the grievances he has suffered.

When Jiang Xiyu apologized, Lu Xingye was in a state of mental confusion. He could only pretend to be calm and question her numbly and tremblingly.

"Or maybe you felt that once you got me, the novelty wore off, and you just wanted to punish me for how I treated you in the past, so you treated me the same way and chose to abandon me..."

Lu Xingye's voice, which was calm, suddenly turned sharp. The exhaustion and torment that had been building up inside him made his eyes red as if they were about to bleed.

Despite his icy expression, his voice trembled as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice.

The dam of reason broke, and anger poured out. He could no longer maintain his composure and accused impatiently, "You were the one who had a crush on me, you were the one who pursued me first, weren't you? Why did you leave me first? What right do you have!"

"Did you even ask for my opinion? You blocked me without asking anything and you don't answer my calls."

He suddenly raised his voice, his breathing became rapid and his face turned red, and the words he spoke seemed to be torn from his throat, leaving a trail of blood: "What do you take me for! Do you take me for trash that you can just throw away?"

Didn't we used to treat him like a treasure?

Shouldn't we cherish our children?

Why can something so precious be thrown away so easily?