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

However, it wasn't until he entered the world of fame and fortune that Jiang Xiyu truly understood what it meant to be a fox borrowing the tiger's power.

There was no need for Shen Xiushu to introduce him to anyone, because when those people saw Shen Xiushu, they treated him like a hot commodity, taking the initiative to surround him and exchange pleasantries. Not only did they all introduce themselves with smiles on their faces, but they also assumed that Jiang Xiyu, who was next to Shen Xiushu, was some important person, and they all took the initiative to shake hands and greet him.

Jiang Xiyu shook hands with him, her attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

He found it both amusing and somewhat embarrassing.

After dealing with so many people, the joy he felt before coming, thinking he could make connections, vanished completely. Surrounded by that group of people, he gradually found it hard to stay any longer.

But he didn't show it on his face; his smile remained polite, and he had an excellent sense of propriety in his interactions with others.

As a result, most of the people present came over, not only wanting to greet Shen Xiushu, but also wanting to say hello to the beautiful woman beside him.

In high society, there is no shortage of good-looking people, whether they are women or men. They may become gifts for the powerful and wealthy on the night the party ends.

Because the costumes and makeup for the film were in the ancient style, Jiang Xiyu didn't cut her hair after it grew long.

His long, soft hair framed his features, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes accentuated his features. This ambiguous, gender-ambiguous beauty made him stand out in a crowd.

Her tall, slender figure wore a flowing suit with a beautifully defined waistline. Especially when she held a wine glass and lowered her posture slightly, her smiling, snow-white face exuded a captivating, fragile charm as she moved.

After exchanging greetings, many people would gossip about his relationship with Shen Xiushu behind his back.

Jiang Xiyu didn't care at all. He politely clinked glasses with those people, but he didn't drink any alcohol, only taking a sip.

The second floor offers a panoramic view of everything.

Whether it's flattery or uncomfortable little gestures, they can't escape it at all.

Shen Jingtan sat on the sofa on the second floor, looking down at the viewer with a calm and composed aura.

With someone guarding him, the shadows further obscured his face, making him appear as if he were backlit, his handsome features flickering between light and shadow, seemingly indifferent yet gentle.

He moved his casually resting hand slowly, causing ripples to spread across the red liquid in his glass. The ripples added color to the rosewood bracelet on his wrist and to his profile, giving him a mature charm that had been refined over the years.

Shen Jingtan didn't drink the wine. He quietly looked down at it, his gaze very gentle.

A single crabapple blossom falls amidst the world of fame and fortune, looking utterly out of place amidst the opulent and extravagant scenes.

It appears silently, and its fragrance is always elusive when you get close, like a cloud that you can't grasp, or water that can slip through your fingers at any moment.

Shen Xiushu brought him here, but it seemed he hadn't managed to catch him.

Shen Jingtan scrutinized the scene for a long time before finally putting down her wine glass and slowly standing up.

The shadows receded from him like a curtain, revealing him like a silent, mysterious mountain finally showing its face.

Some people were drawn to him, while others wanted to strike up a conversation.

Jiang Xiyu looked up following the crowd's gaze, and for a moment he was stunned when their eyes met.

The line of sight is no longer one of watching from across the river.

This time, Shen Jingtan's gaze truly fell upon him.

Jiang Xiyu tightened his grip on the wine glass.

The next moment, the people on the second floor turned and left.

Some people, as if waking from a dream, called out "Mr. Shen," and they were chasing after such a person.

Jiang Xiyu got a moment to catch his breath. When Shen Xiushu came over to take him away, Jiang Xiyu made an excuse, saying that he needed to go to the restroom.

But he didn't go there in the end; he only went to the clubhouse's open-air garden.

There was no trace of the world of fame and fortune there; the air was incredibly pleasant with the gentle night breeze.

Jiang Xiyu was very tired. After letting the wind blow on him to clear his head, the lingering scent of wine on his lips dried up.

He swallowed hard, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

When Jiang's mother was sick, Jiang Xiyu had not yet climbed up to Shen Xiushu. Faced with the high costs and pressure of the hospital, apart from cigarettes, which could give him a brief respite, there was really nothing else.

After he started following Shen Xiushu, he rarely had the chance to smoke.

On the one hand, she didn't want Shen Xiushu to dislike her, and on the other hand, she wanted to maintain her image in front of outsiders.

But whenever he felt mentally exhausted or depressed, he still habitually used cigarettes to numb himself.

At least, the soul can gain a moment of freedom...

As Jiang Xiyu puffed out a cigarette, exhaling white smoke, he stared intently at the mist being torn apart in the air.

Lost in his relaxation, he didn't notice the slow, steady footsteps approaching him.

Shen Jingtan originally planned to leave directly after leaving the second floor.

As I passed by, I suddenly stopped in my tracks, as if unsure whether the person smoking outside the garden was the same one who had just fallen into the world of fame and fortune.

The young man's long hair and the ribbons of his suit were blown by the wind. Against the backdrop of a bustling night, as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, the white smoke from the cigarette between his lips swirled around his face. There was no longer any fawning smile there; his broken desires shattered at that moment, making him look extremely cold and indifferent.

As Shen Jingtan approached, the smoke in the air was carried over.

It was a very faint scent, and Shen Jingtan frowned silently.

Jiang Xiyu noticed someone approaching from her side. When she turned her head to see who it was, her pupils contracted, and her forearm, which had been resting on the glass railing, slid down.

The smoke in his mouth became choking because of this person's arrival. Jiang Xiyu quickly took the cigarette out of his hand and coughed a few times with the back of his hand against his lips.

The sparks grew brighter in the night wind. When Jiang Xiyu looked up, she noticed that Shen Jingtan's brows were furrowed. She quickly fumbled for her portable cigarette extinguisher, put out the cigarette, and took two steps back.

Shen Jingtan looked at him, her expression unreadable.

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips twitched for a moment, and hesitantly called out, "Mr. Shen."

Shen Jingtan didn't respond.

Jiang Xiyu carefully looked up at him, but after meeting his gaze, she felt a little embarrassed and wanted to look down again.

There was no rule against smoking, but being seen smoking felt like being caught smoking by an elder. The sense of helplessness and confusion made Jiang Xiyu feel like she had committed a terrible mistake.

In particular, Shen Jingtan hesitated to speak.

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath and said politely and proactively, "Mr. Shen, what a coincidence."

Shen Jingtan seemed to be looking at him again. After a while, his arm slowly rested on the glass railing.

He seemed to be there to admire the scenery, staring at the night sky for a long time.

As Jiang Xiyu shifted his feet, contemplating whether to take his leave, he...

Shen Jingtan turned her head and stared at him with a calm and deep gaze, asking seemingly casually, "What... is your name?"

His voice was soft, but not cold.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned, as if she had been taken aback by the question.

Shen Jingtan was not in a hurry; he waited patiently and silently.

Under that calm gaze, Jiang Xiyu belatedly realized that she seemed to have never taken the initiative to introduce herself to him.

After several encounters, including a ride in his car last time, Jiang Xiyu thought she had handled things properly and politely. However, she ended up making a mistake because of the most basic courtesy.

He should say, "Hello Mr. Shen, I am Jiang Xiyu."

Instead of assuming that the other person doesn't need to know them and therefore not revealing their name.

In this incredibly tense atmosphere, the man's patience seemed to be an encouragement to him.

Jiang Xiyu smiled gently again, extended her hand to him, and formally introduced herself, saying, "Hello Mr. Shen, I am Jiang Xiyu."

Shen Jingtan raised an eyebrow, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

He stared at that long, slender, and well-proportioned hand, his figure remaining motionless.

Jiang Xiyu slightly raised her eyelids, carefully meeting his deep eyes.

Just as he was about to speak.

Shen Jingtan's voice was slightly hoarse for only a moment before he suddenly spoke gently again, as if to confirm: "Jiang... Xi Yu?"