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

“I’m also planning to invest in a movie. If your artists are interested, they can act in it.” A well-dressed middle-aged man said to Jiang Yun, but his gaze couldn’t help but linger on Jiang Xiyu.

When he saw Jiang Xiyu looking at him, he smiled very kindly.

Jiang Yun quickly introduced the other party as General Manager Li of a certain company and gestured for Jiang Xiyu to clink glasses with him.

Jiang Xiyu slightly raised his hand to lift his wine glass, gave a polite but fake smile, and said, "It's my pleasure."

"Not at all. With your current popularity, you'll probably get a lot of offers for roles and endorsements. I hope we can collaborate more in the future." The man looked him up and down, then added, "Would you be so kind as to invite me for tea after the banquet?"

Jiang Xiyu's smile faded, and his expression inexplicably turned cold.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I have other work to do after the dinner, so I'm afraid I can't keep my appointment."

Upon hearing this, President Li's face darkened.

He never expected to be rejected.

So he said to Jiang Yun, "Are all artists these days so arrogant?"

Jiang Yun also had a complicated expression. She knew where Jiang Xiyu's confidence came from, but she couldn't tell outsiders, so she quickly apologized.

Mr. Li was still relentless, and Jiang Xiyu was getting impatient, just about to say something.

At that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out at the door. Immediately afterwards, the most important figures in the room stood up first, and the others, not daring to remain seated, followed suit.

Jiang Xiyu, who was originally sitting, had to be pulled up by her agent.

There were people around at a distance, so he couldn't see very clearly.

However, the newcomer's figure was simply too tall and superior. He was dressed very formally in a suit and leather shoes, and the texture of his vest was perfectly fitted. His temperament was restrained yet carried an imposing aura that could not be ignored. Just by looking at his profile as he walked, one could feel the charm of power and influence.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze because of his arrival, and it could even be described as somewhat solemn.

Everyone present stared blankly. Some of the older people recognized him and were so excited that they could hardly express it. Some of the younger people didn't know who the person was, but seeing that the organizers had respectfully invited him in, they naturally didn't dare to be negligent.

Soon, the figure was blocked by the bodyguards.

It's really rare to see bodyguards at a banquet, especially since those attending this event are not only extremely wealthy and powerful; almost no one would dare to actually get past them.

The key point is that Jiang Xiyu has only ever seen this kind of treatment of everyone as ants from one person.

Shen Xiushu, that's just his style.

Wherever he goes, he is always accompanied by many bodyguards.

In addition, Jiang Xiyu was not sensitive to faces, so he stared for a long time until he heard someone call him Mr. Shen.

Then it dawned on me that Shen Xiushu might also be attending the banquet tonight, but I never expected him to actually come.

Jiang Xiyu's scrutinizing gaze suddenly took on a different meaning.

The feeling was somewhat intimate, carrying a sense of something indescribable.

The man seemed to have noticed it keenly; he raised an eyebrow indifferently but didn't seem to care.

The brand executive in charge of the dinner respectfully led him to the head seat.

Now, the main table, which had been empty all night, finally started to attract people to sit down one after another.

The others guessed that the VIP they had been waiting for all this time was this person.

The banquet only truly began after he took his seat.

The once quiet environment finally began to rustle and make some noise again.

"Who is this? They have such an elegant air about them."

"No... I don't know, but I heard the brand manager call him Mr. Shen..."

"Mr. Shen? The one from the Shen family..."

"Shh, stop talking, stop talking."

As everyone gazed at that handsome, aloof figure, a wave of sighs washed over them.

How many people in this city can be addressed as "sir"? Moreover, the visitor's surname is Shen.

Although the banquet was of a very high standard, it is said that Mr. Shen never shows up at such banquets.

As the person in charge of the Shen family, he could only hear about them but never see them in person.

His schedule and life are strictly private to the public. It is said that this is because Mr. Shen used to be a politician, so he arranges things very strictly in this regard.

They never expected to have this opportunity to meet those so-called top figures.

Jiang Xiyu had grown accustomed to the constant stream of praise around her.

Although he didn't quite remember what Shen Xiushu looked like, he knew that Shen Xiushu was good-looking in the eyes of outsiders.

However, no matter how good-looking a person is, in Jiang Xiyu's eyes, they are all the same.

But for some reason, Jiang Xiyu felt that this aura looked somewhat unfamiliar.

He glanced at that cold, aloof figure again, then raised his glass and took a sip of wine.

The person in charge was speaking on stage, and after he finished speaking, someone went up on stage and sang a song.

The manager had left sometime earlier, but when he came back, he looked at the stage and said, "That's a very famous singer in the music industry."

No matter how glamorous these people are packaged or how high their honors are, in the eyes of capital, they are nothing more than objects of amusement.

Attending such a banquet can not only increase one's fame but also bring considerable value; it's estimated that few people in the entertainment industry could refuse it.

As expected, people started trying to toast the table of high-ranking officials, but the area around "Mr. Shen" was occupied by bodyguards.

The implication of distance was clear, and the others didn't dare to approach, only stealing glances from time to time.

The man didn't even raise his eyes, yet his aura exuded the composure and dignity of someone in a superior position. He wasn't overly arrogant or condescending; on the contrary, when others spoke, he listened with great refinement. Only after listening would he express his opinion, but he never spoke, merely nodding slightly in approval.

This alone made those celebrities, who were very good at reading people's expressions, extremely happy, and they all took the initiative to offer toasts.

After toasting, he also showed a more friendly expression to the other people who came to exchange pleasantries.

In the corner, Jiang Yun nudged Jiang Xiyu, signaling him to come over as well.

Jiang Xiyu really didn't have the qualifications, but unfortunately, the capital behind her was powerful enough.

Someone at the main table knew he was one of Shen Xiushu's men, and upon seeing this, arranged for someone to call him over.

For some reason, the closer Jiang Xiyu got to the main table, the more nervous she became.

He thought to himself, "I shouldn't be nervous. It's not like I haven't faced Shen Xiushu before. What's there to be nervous about?"