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

Her voice was deep and sexy, with a gorgeous tone that gave the name she uttered a uniquely ambiguous feel.

Jiang Xiyu listened silently, feeling as if someone was brushing a feather from his earlobe to his tailbone.

"What a hoarse voice," he thought without changing his expression.

After a moment of surprise, Jiang Xiyu smiled and nodded in response, "Yes."

He responded and even took the initiative to explain to Shen Jingtan what those two words were.

After hearing this, Shen Jingtan smiled slightly and then praised his name.

The man's aura was now humble and measured, no longer as condescending as before. When reciting the verses containing his name, his tone was as gentle as a spring breeze.

With this attitude, Jiang Xiyu smiled with relief and thanked him for the praise, her curled fingers finally loosening.

Shen Jingtan seemed to notice this as he lowered his gaze, and then he turned his head back to look at the night.

The air remained quiet for a long time, and neither of them spoke.

Shen Jingtan was admiring the scenery while Jiang Xiyu waited. Seeing that she had indeed been out for quite a while, she wanted to say goodbye several times, but she held back when her gaze fell on the man, who seemed not to want to be disturbed.

It wouldn't be good to spoil Shen Jingtan's mood.

Jiang Xiyu chose to stay and stood beside Shen Jingtan, watching with him.

The mind, which had been awakened by the wind, seemed to become chaotic again when it smelled the other person's deep, cold aura.

They were neither too close nor too far apart, with only the ribbons of their suits occasionally being blown across the boundary by the wind.

Shen Jingtan suddenly walked past him and sat down on the sofa.

The Sky Gardens usually provide tea, snacks, and wine.

Shen Jingtan sat on the sofa, her gaze lightly sweeping over Jiang Xiyu.

It was the kind of look that comes from someone who has long held a high position and whose meaning is unspoken.

There was no one else there, and Jiang Xiyu understood, so she went over to pour him a cup of tea.

The tea will change flavor if it's left out for too long, so Shen Jingtan gestured for him to get some wine.

Several kinds of expensive wines were displayed on the wine rack. Seeing that he did not make a request, Jiang Xiyu took the initiative to select one for him.

When making the selection, the wine rack was directly facing Shen Jingtan.

Because it wasn't very high, Jiang Xiyu needed to squat down.

The process of opening the wine is slow. When you apply a little force, the blue veins on the back of your hand become visible, and your fingertips are also tinged with red. As the wine is poured into the stemmed glass, that red becomes even more pronounced.

Shen Jingtan watched with great patience, without looking away.

He seemed to be scrutinizing Jiang Xiyu's movements, or perhaps his facial features, his gaze remaining calm and unobtrusive.

That's a kind of appreciation.

Jiang Xiyu understood.

He lowered his long eyelashes, no longer tense, and his movements as he poured and swirled the wine were quite graceful.

He walked towards Shen Jingtan, not bending down, but squatting down again to hand him the wine glass.

This action involves looking up.

Many people have looked up at Shen Jingtan like this, but no one has ever offered him wine like this.

The young man, in particular, had a beautiful face that looked like it was about to break, yet his posture remained so obedient and respectful.

In the world of fame and fortune, this is not a simple act. Yet, the young man's eyes held admiration and sincerity, as if he were merely lowering his posture to show respect.

Shen Jingtan's gaze paused for a moment, then she calmly accepted it.

Jiang Xiyu stood up, but instead of taking another step closer, she stepped back, maintaining a polite distance between them.

Shen Jingtan swirled the wine in her glass but didn't taste it. She simply looked up at him and asked, "What about yours?"

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback, somewhat not understanding what he meant.

Shen Jingtan sighed softly and gestured for him to pour her a glass.

If it were someone else, they would definitely take this opportunity to toast him.

But the young man didn't seem to think so at all. Just now, when they were in the hall, Shen Jingtan saw him drinking and socializing with others, which showed he was very perceptive.

After realizing what had happened, Jiang Xiyu poured herself a glass of water.

Shen Jingtan stopped swirling her wine glass and looked at him.

Jiang Xiyu walked up to him, lowered her head and bowed, and respectfully clinked her wine glass against his, making a crisp sound.

He hadn't eaten much all day, so he felt a little uncomfortable when the red wine went down his throat.

But Jiang Xiyu didn't show it, and smiled as she sipped the wine at Shen Jingtan.

As his Adam's apple bobbed, the curve of his neck became slightly sharper.

Shen Jingtan lowered her eyes and savored the food carefully, her expression calm.

After Jiang Xiyu drank the wine, Shen Jingtan lowered her hand and stared at him.

When Jiang Xiyu could barely bear his gaze, he tried to soften his tone and said, "You don't need to be nervous."

Jiang Xiyu gave a soft "hmm," but it was unclear whether she had actually heard him.

He said thank you, Mr. Shen.

Shen Jingtan heard too many thanks that night, and while she chuckled, she remained silent.

After Jiang Xiyu put down her wine glass, she felt her phone vibrate and realized it was time for her to leave.

He greeted Shen Jingtan, but Shen Jingtan didn't say anything.

Jiang Xiyu then turned and left.

Shen Jingtan stayed where she was and quickly finished the glass of wine.

His eyes were deeper than Fan Ye's, and after finishing his drink, a trace of something appeared in his eyes as if he had thought of something.

coincidentally.

The wine Jiang Xiyu chose was the one he had just left on the second floor, the one he hadn't had a chance to drink yet.

……

After returning to Shen Xiushu's side, Jiang Xiyu quietly acted as if she were invisible for a while.

The club has an unimaginable number of activities, so many people go out to play after finishing their meals.

Shen Xiushu didn't seem to be leaving immediately, but when he noticed that Jiang Xiyu's face looked a little pale, he couldn't help but frown and ask, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach after drinking, but he thought it was still within his tolerance range, so he shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Shen Xiushu seemed to notice his unusual behavior and suddenly lost interest in playing.

He whispered to Jiang Xiyu, "Come with me."

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to leave with him.

I wasn't so uncomfortable sitting quietly before, but now as soon as I move around, my stomach starts churning.

Jiang Xiyu's forehead was covered in sweat.

As she followed Shen Xiushu down the corridor back to her room, she staggered uncomfortably and fell forward.

Shen Xiushu reacted quickly, shielding him and asking in a deep voice, "Where do you feel unwell?"

Jiang Xiyu was experiencing low blood sugar; her vision was blurry and she felt dizzy.

Seeing that he was covered in cold sweat, Shen Xiushu didn't say anything, but let Jiang Xiyu use his strength to bury his head on his shoulder.

He frowned and looked for a while, then slowly reached out his arm to catch the young man and prevent him from slipping down.

The moment he touched it, he silently frowned.

too skinny.

Shen Xiushu felt that the person in his arms was even thinner than when they met a few months ago, so much so that he didn't feel much when the person bumped into him.

For some reason, he didn't feel the aversion he had expected when they made contact.

Instead, some parts of my heart felt strangely filled.

The corridor was quiet; it was not yet time for those people to leave, having had their fill of fun.

The shadows cast under the lamp resembled two people embracing intimately.

After tasting the wine, the assistant asked Shen Jingtan if she was leaving.

Shen Jingtan didn't reply. Perhaps it was because he had drunk that glass of wine, or perhaps it was because his trip over the past few days had made him feel a little tired. He got up and walked towards the room that had been arranged for him.

As he walked down the corridor, he happened to see the two of them embracing.

Shen Xiushu's arm was across his excellent waistline, and the young man nestled in his arms, intimately close.

Perhaps feeling he had held her enough, Shen Xiushu lifted her up in his arms.

Until the person disappeared from sight.

Shen Jingtan's shadow finally stirred, and she turned and left.