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

Half an hour later, the art exhibition was over, and the group planned to see Shen Jingtan off.

Lin Xu told him to wait a moment, and that he would come over after dropping off the person, and invite him to dinner.

Jiang Xiyu hesitated; he wanted to refuse, but Lin Xu had already left.

So he stood there helplessly for a while, when his phone suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Xiyu answered the phone; it was his agent urging him to return to the film set to shoot night scenes.

He asked in confusion, "Weren't we not filming today?"

The agent said anxiously, "The director said the weather won't be good for the next few days, so he plans to do some reshoots today. Where are you? Hurry back, or the makeup and styling won't be ready in time."

Jiang Xiyu looked up and saw that the people seeing them off were still talking outside, and it seemed that it wouldn't be over anytime soon.

Since she couldn't finish dinner, Jiang Xiyu decided to send a message to Lin Xu. After hanging up the phone, she simply turned around and left through the side door.

After waiting for about five minutes not far from the art museum, a Maybach slowly drove out.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at it and then looked away, but unexpectedly, the Maybach stopped steadily in front of him.

The rear window slowly rolled down, and Shen Jingtan, sitting upright inside, turned her head to look at him and asked, "Where to?"

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was asking her a question and told him the address of the filming location.

Shen Jingtan gestured calmly, "Get in the car."

Jiang Xiyu didn't want to trouble him and was about to refuse when the driver got out and opened the other door for him.

Shen Jingtan stopped looking at him, and the car window slowly rolled up again.

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, then walked around to the back of the car and, following the driver's opening posture, bent down and sat inside.

After the car door was closed, Jiang Xiyu politely said to Shen Jingtan, "Thank you for your trouble."

He was wearing a mask, and his voice sounded soft and muffled.

Shen Jingtan tilted her head slightly and gave a soft "hmm" as if she hadn't heard clearly.

Jiang Xiyu realized this, took off her mask, gave him a faint smile, and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Shen."

Shen Jingtan glanced at him and said gently, "It's no trouble at all."

Because I wore a mask for a long time, my skin had a faint reddish tinge.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but straighten her back.

After the car fell silent, it became unusually quiet, so quiet that Jiang Xiyu felt uneasy.

The aura of the person next to him was not to be ignored; no matter how gentle his tone was, it could not alleviate the subtle sense of oppression.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't stand the silence. She pursed her lips and tried to say, "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Shen here... It's my honor."

Such words sound like flattery to anyone, yet the sincerity in the other person's eyes is genuine.

Shen Jingtan's gaze returned to her original position, and she asked casually, "What brings you to Suzhou?"

Jiang Xiyu replied, "I took on a role in a TV series, so I came here to film."

Shen Jingtan looked away and remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu then tentatively asked, "Where is Mr. Shen?"

Shen Jingtan replied succinctly with two words: "Business trip."

The conversation stalled again, and after about half a minute of silence, Jiang Xiyu gave up trying to strike up a conversation and could only turn her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Shen Jingtan sat with her legs crossed and her hands, with their distinct knuckles, resting slightly on her knees. It was a very upright and elegant sitting posture.

Jiang Xiyu could vaguely see Shen Jingtan through the reflection in the car window.

Shen Jingtan remained expressionless and silent, radiating a distinct sense of aloofness.

That aloofness gave off a strong sense of presence. Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes, a faint look passing through them.

Shen Jingtan knew the other person was looking her over, because the car window next to him reflected the young man's gentle profile and his eyelashes trembling nervously.

He was afraid of himself.

Shen Jingtan came to this conclusion.

So he rested his elbow on the windowsill and rubbed his temples.

The direction he was turning his head towards was Jiang Xiyu.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu, even openly scrutinizing him, from his well-proportioned, fair hands to his hazy eyes through the car window. In an instant, their gazes collided unexpectedly on the car window that Jiang Xiyu was facing.

In an instant, Shen Jingtan quietly moved away again.

It seemed to have passed by unintentionally, so quickly that Jiang Xiyu didn't have time to catch it.

Of course, none of this is the most critical issue.

When the car stopped at the red light, Jiang Xiyu realized what it truly meant to have a hidden edge.

His hands, resting on his knees, twitched involuntarily, his fingertips rubbing against the mask, as if he longed to put it back on.

However, this behavior was rather impolite. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Xiyu loosened her clenched fingers in frustration.

Shen Jingtan seemed to sense his nervousness and finally took pity on him, asking, "Are you very familiar with that young master from the Lin family?"

Jiang Xiyu frankly replied, "Mr. Lin is the investor in the drama."

Shen Jingtan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Young people don't seem to be very interested in this kind of exhibition."

Jiang Xiyu was initially uninterested, but then felt that meeting Shen Jingtan at the art museum made the trip worthwhile.

He couldn't pretend to know, so he confessed, "I was invited, and it was hard to refuse."

After saying that, he realized that his forced tone was inappropriate, so he apologized and added, "It's because I'm not good at refined things."

After he finished speaking, the carriage fell silent.

Shen Jingtan did not ask any further questions.

Jiang Xiyu breathed a sigh of relief, but the relief was short-lived, as a sudden vibration broke the silence once again.

Shen Jingtan answered the phone, and her voice came through very softly.

The car was so small that even in quiet moments, Jiang Xiyu could hear the voices on the phone.

He recognized the voice; it was Shen Xiushu.

So he straightened his back subtly, suppressing his breathing as if he really wanted to hear clearly.

Shen Jingtan lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Yes, in a couple of days."

He should simply remain silent.

About a minute later, the sound of the car braking sharply rang out.

Jiang Xiyu was thrown forward by inertia, his head slamming into the screen, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

Shen Jingtan quickly reached out to steady herself, raised her eyes with a cold expression, and asked, "What happened?"

The driver quickly lowered the barrier and explained, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, someone just ran a red light."

Shen Jingtan glanced at him subtly out of the corner of her eye and frowned.

Jiang Xiyu rubbed her forehead, which was throbbing from the impact, and then casually tucked her loose long hair behind her ear.

He was about to say that he was fine when he suddenly seemed to realize something and abruptly turned to look at Shen Jingtan's phone.

The person on the phone clearly heard the muffled groan, which was ambiguous and indistinct from some distance.

The car was deathly silent.

Then Shen Xiushu's voice came through the phone, word by word, clearly.

"Uncle, who are you with?"