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

Jiang Xiyu hesitated, wanting to say something but then pursed her lips and remained silent.

Finally, his pupils seemed to lose focus, and with a pang of sorrow in his heart, he made up his mind and said to Yuan Huan, "Jiuge, my health is not good, I may not be able to stay with you for long, you..."

Yuan Huan's breath fell on his face, abruptly interrupting Jiang Xiyu's next words.

He retreated, wanting to hide behind.

Suddenly, Yuan Huan grabbed Jiang Xiyu's shoulders, making him look into his eyes. When their eyes met, Yuan Huan said softly and sincerely, "You are the only person I want."

For Yuan Huan, a name was etched in his heart for the rest of his life, a name he could never erase, no matter how hard he tried.

If it can't last, then he'll steal it.

He would stay with this person through life and death, and would never back down.

"Don't have such thoughts, and don't leave me."

"Give me your life, and I'll give you mine."

"You support me, and I'll support you."

He could no longer bear the sight of this person's injuries, tears, and blood.

During the days Jiang Xiyu was in a coma, Yuan Huan could recall that heart-wrenching scene whenever he closed his eyes. He was filled with fear and dread. All his love and fear came from the person in front of him, so his life and death would be decided by this person.

Jiang Xiyu trembled as she tried to say something.

Yuan Huan, unusually firm, sealed the kiss with his own, then separated it after a moment, saying to Jiang Xiyu as if pleading, "If you can't last long, how can my life last long?"

The light and shadow inside the hall flickered and swayed through the gauze curtains, and Jiang Xiyu's heart seemed to be stirred through the mist.

Some words, brimming with affection, are about to be uttered; they are words that the two have never said to each other, even though their love is so deep that it is ingrained in their very bones.

The most beautiful words of love in the world were those that Jiang Xiyu wanted to say to Yuan Huan.

He used to find it difficult to fully express his feelings to Yuan Huan.

At this moment, with the help of Yuan Huan, he gently climbed onto Yuan Huan's shoulder, then slowly held his head, letting him listen to his heartbeat.

Although the thumping sound there was faint, it contained Jiang Xiyu's most sincere response.

“Jiuge, Jiuge…” Jiang Xiyu hugged him, hugged his own driftwood, and said some things that Yuan Huan did not know.

“It’s a miracle I’m still alive. From the moment I took that position, my life was already burning. Jiuge, do you know that according to the original trajectory, I would have died after you came to the capital?”

The Empress Dowager used the arranged marriage to bring Yuan Huan to the capital, with the aim of restraining Bei Yuan and also taking Jiang Xiyu's life.

In fact, Yuan Huan was originally a death warrant sent by the Empress Dowager. Jiang Xiyu had no way out at that time. He was deeply poisoned, and even with the support of the Prime Minister, he could not possibly defeat the Empress Dowager who held military power.

Unfortunately, this death warrant came knocking right in front of Jiang Xiyu.

It forced him to choke on the dust, and forced him to muster the courage to burn his bridges.

Therefore, after conquering Yuan Huan, the death warrant no longer brought death; it could become his own protective charm.

As for Jiang Xiyu, any method is acceptable to conquer the other party, as long as it can achieve his goal.

The pleasures of the spring hunt were merely a reward for his successful taming. Jiang Xiyu did not succumb to this; he harbored a great deal of unvented pain, and his madness had been suppressed for so long that he needed to find someone to vent to.

Only Yuan Huan could bear it.

Because he's essentially a madman too.

Jiang Xiyu experienced the pleasure of pain, and unknowingly, she also began to shed the repression in her heart.

Yuan Huan took away his emotions, and his outstretched wings were incredibly reassuring. He gave Jiang Xiyu the confidence to sleep soundly, and he possessed everything about Jiang Xiyu, good or bad.

Yuan Huan is an eagle. An eagle's journey is no longer the sky when hearts are connected. His journey is in the emperor's embrace, in the emperor's whispers, in tears and sweat. The beautiful fragrance of flowers crushed in the snowy night is the eagle's spoils.

Each encounter brings hearts closer.

Each act of entrusting one's life to another will deepen the bond of love.

Therefore, this life no longer belongs to Jiang Xiyu alone; it belongs to Yuan Huan.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes, her hand stroking Yuan Huan's brow bone, and then caressing his lips.

After a long pause, he said, "However, you didn't let me die; you saved me."

"Do you know what? You saved me from going crazy."

Jiang Xiyu spoke earnestly.

Yuan Huan wanted to leave to see him.

Jiang Xiyu kissed his hair, wishing she could peel herself open and let him see everything.

He suddenly asked softly, "Jiuge, do you love me?"

Yuan Huan broke free and pulled Jiang Xiyu into the bedding.

His hand gripped the back of Jiang Xiyu's neck, his gaze deep, making it impossible for the other to look away.

Yuan Huan leaned very close, almost touching Jiang Xiyu's lips, and said in a low, husky voice, "Don't you understand whether I love you or not?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at him with an innocent expression.

Her pale eyes revealed an indescribable beauty.

He didn't reply, but stubbornly sought an answer with his eyes.

He wanted Yuan Huan to say it.

Yuan Huan's breath hitched, and he suddenly whispered, "I love you."

He stared into Jiang Xiyu's eyes and said each word with utmost solemnity: "I love you, Jiang Xiyu."

"I love you so much, I wish I could give you my whole heart."

Jiang Xiyu's eyes trembled. He was stunned for a moment, just about to speak in response.

Yuan Huan's shadow had already fallen.

One kiss, one "I love you".

So many sentences, I cherish them, and they are full of deep affection.

Yuan Huan did not close his eyes; his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xiyu, his eyes, his heart, and his actions all expressing his love.

He wants Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu responded to Yuan Huan with trembling hands.

Thus, he suffocated in love, and he was also saved in love.

The incense in the palace was no longer the cloying fragrance of a beautiful woman, but the medicinal scent that could regenerate a lover's flesh and blood.

When he first arrived, Yuan Huan was unmoved.

Even now, he is still afraid because of love.

The aroma of medicine wafted through the air; Yuan Huan had added sweetness, so the medicine Jiang Xiyu was using was no longer bitter.

Jiang Xiyu could no longer feel the bitterness; in retrospect, he felt the love.

The two embraced tightly, whispering secrets on the couch.

Yuan Huan tried to soothe him, but her tone was mischievous, mimicking Jiang Xiyu's, as she asked, "Do you understand now?"

Jiang Xiyu's face was an unnatural red. He rested his head on Yuan Huan's shoulder and seemed to let out a soft hum.

Face to face, Yuan Huan held him, his fingers continuing to play with Jiang Xiyu's dark hair.

His black hair was as smooth as silk, thanks to the fact that Yuan Huan did not forget to wipe it for Jiang Xiyu during his coma.

He took very good care of Jiang Xiyu, not only his illness, but also every single hair on his head.

Jiang Xiyu was unaware and did not notice; all she knew was that the hand behind her kept moving.

He tried to touch Yuan Huan's hair, just like Yuan Huan had done, but found that he could no longer touch Yuan Huan's whip.

Jiang Xiyu looked up and saw that the peace lock bell on Yuan Huan's head was also gone.

Although his arrogant and unruly temperament hadn't faded, Jiang Xiyu still found it a bit hard to get used to.

He really liked Yuan Huan's braid; it was very well braided.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but ask in a muffled voice, "Where's your braid?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan chuckled softly, kissed Jiang Xiyu's cheek, and said in a low voice, "It's in your hair."

Jiang Xiyu was stunned.

He turned his head slightly and saw Yuan Huan running his fingers through his long hair, then carefully braiding it into a longevity braid.