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

"I am Shen Xiushu's uncle."

It seemed like a spur-of-the-moment remark, without revealing any emotion.

Jiang Xiyu was momentarily stunned, not expecting the man to take the initiative to talk to her. After she came to her senses, she quickly put on a smile.

He swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand politely and said, "Hello, Mr. Shen."

Shen Jingtan glanced down at it but did not reach out to shake it.

Jiang Xiyu's hand froze in mid-air, and finally his long fingers curled up before hesitantly withdrawing it.

However, as he pulled it back, he heard the man make a low "hmm" sound.

Shen Jingtan nodded slightly, which could be considered as a response to his greeting.

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips, and when she saw him agree, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

There was an inexplicable quiet in the air.

Jiang Xiyu pondered for a while, then lowered his head sincerely and said, "I am very sorry for bothering you last time. I really offended you."

I never expected to have this opportunity to express my apology in person.

The man remained silent, and Jiang Xiyu blinked nervously behind her curtain.

After all, after what happened last time, Mr. Shen should already know about his affair with his nephew.

Being your nephew's lover is not a pleasant or respectable relationship.

Jiang Xiyu felt inexplicably embarrassed, especially in front of the other party's elders.

His hands, which were hanging by his sides, clenched slowly.

Shen Jingtan caught a glimpse of it, her expression unchanged, but upon noticing the young man's embarrassment, she said calmly that it was nothing.

He is not a strict person, at least not to outsiders.

Although his air of authority, accustomed to his high position, was not diminished by this, his voice remained calm and gentle.

To outsiders, the person in question would simply seem like a very approachable elder.

Jiang Xiyu, however, did not think so.

He maintained his composure and respect throughout, trying his best to make Shen Jingtan feel the sincerity of his apology.

This reserved demeanor made Shen Jingtan feel that the other party was afraid of her.

He didn't like to interact or talk with irrelevant people; at least, that's how he was before.

Perhaps it was the alcohol and incense that confused him, or perhaps it was the pair of bewildered eyes in the mirror, and the three-tenths of whiteness on his face that seemed to have been stolen from the flower stamen.

What does that feeling resemble?

Like the weeping crabapple trees outside Shen Jingtan's study, wet from the rain, seemingly trying to hide their foliage.

Shen Jingtan felt that the young man's thoughts were too easy to read, so when the young man finally couldn't help but look up at her, she told him the answer.

Seeing that he wasn't going to pursue the matter, Jiang Xiyu whispered her thanks.

The gist of it is that I'm thanking him for not pursuing the matter.

Shen Jingtan lowered his gaze, said nothing more, wiped his hands clean, and left the restroom.

It was as if it was simply because the other party was probing him too much.

There was nothing wrong with his conversation.

Jiang Xiyu only felt the oppressive atmosphere disappear when the person disappeared from sight.

He turned slightly to look at the person in the mirror. After the tears in his eyes faded, the person in the mirror was no longer smiling.

It feels completely different when you're not smiling.

Jiang Xiyu never expected the other party to notice her.

In fact, Shen Jingtan did not recognize him when she saw him.

The light was brighter, far more dazzling than it had been on the banquet corridor that day.

Jiang Xiyu is face blind, so he doesn't really realize how his face is perceived by others; at least, it's not something that's easy for people to forget.

In particular, every now and then, certain opportunities and incidents would occur, and just when Shen Jingtan was about to forget this person, her impression of him would suddenly deepen, coupled with the slightly ambiguous and intimate title of 'nephew's lover'.

Regardless of the reason, Shen Jingtan did remember it.

Regardless of whether the impression is good or bad.

……

After returning to the private room, Jiang Xiyu spent some time with Shen Xiushu.

He did not mention that he had met Shen Jingtan in the restroom.

The people in the private room on the second floor could see the two of them leave the clubhouse very clearly.

"Isn't that Xiu Shu? He's here too."

The man who spoke was named Cheng Zhuo, and he appeared to be in his forties, wearing an executive jacket.

He looked at the scene below and, for some reason, suddenly smiled.

"I haven't seen many of the people with him."

Shen Jingtan took a sip of tea, and upon hearing this, she did not look away, but simply said casually, "It's a matter for young people."

The teacup tapped lightly on the table, the tea inside barely touched.

Cheng Zhuo had worked with him before and knew a thing or two about Shen Jingtan's tea-drinking habits.

Shen Jingtan neither likes tea that is too strong nor too weak, and few people can accurately grasp his tea-drinking preferences.

Upon seeing the color of the tea, Cheng Zhuo summoned the waiters again and asked them to bring a different tea master.

Shen Jingtan did not refuse, but when the new tea master came, she was a gentle woman wearing a cheongsam.

The woman was very fair-skinned, and when she lowered her eyes, she exuded the elegance of a Jiangnan ink painting. Sitting not far away, she sipped tea with graceful movements, and a strand of hair happened to fall on the side of her face, making her look extremely gentle.

Cheng Zhuo appreciated it, glancing at Shen Jingtan from time to time, only to find that his gaze seemed to linger for a moment after the man lowered his eyes.

But in an instant, his gaze fell somewhere else.

Cheng Zhuo was somewhat surprised, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

He smiled, thinking that Shen Jingtan wasn't so clueless about romance after all.

He'll at least look at pretty women.

Shen Jingtan rested her arm on the railing, her gaze lingering on the view outside the window for a moment, seemingly growing tired of it. She then stood up, grabbed her coat, and said in a low voice, "We'll drink this tea another time."

Cheng Zhuo didn't know why he stopped drinking, and couldn't help but say, "They've already started brewing, why don't you have a cup before you leave?"

Shen Jingtan glanced down at him and draped her coat over her arm.

He seemed to see through his friend's meaning, and his dark eyes darkened slightly.

"When did you say you'd be promoted to full rank?" His tone remained gentle, but he suddenly asked.

Cheng Zhuo didn't understand what he meant for a moment. Why was he being dragged into this again for the sake of promotion?

But Shen Jingtan's tone didn't sound like a joke, and Cheng Zhuo's palms couldn't help but sweat as he said, "Probably next year."

Shen Jingtan gave him a faint smile, her meaning ambiguous, and said, "It's too early."

Cheng Zhuo: "..."

Am I still early?

When you rose through the ranks, why didn't you mention how early you started?

Cheng Zhuo was furious with his friend.

Then I thought, you've already been laid off, why are you still concerned about my promotion?

He watched the figure slowly leave the private room, not understanding the hidden meaning of those three words for a moment.

In the arena of power, there are many unspoken messages and implicit statements.

Cheng Zhuo then realized what was happening.

Shen Jingtan just felt that even after all this time, he still couldn't get it right when it came to things like reading the superiors' expressions.

He recalled working under Shen Jingtan before and muttered resentfully to himself: Not every leader is as unpredictable as you, Shen Jingtan.

You didn't mean that?

Why are you looking at her like that!