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

Shen Jingtan was about to speak up to stop them when they were being led to the passenger seat.

The next moment, the young man suddenly bent down.

They were so close that Shen Jingtan felt uncomfortable and stepped back, the words she was about to say stuck in her throat.

He stared blankly at the face so close to his for a moment, then belatedly heard the sound of his seatbelt being fastened. By the time the vehicle started moving, he realized he had already missed his best chance to get out.

The night view of the city is very beautiful, with cool lights floating between the high-rise buildings, creating an extremely cool and luxurious feel.

The white Continental GT sped away on the road and drove onto the cross-sea bridge.

Perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, or perhaps because the mistake had already been made, Shen Jingtan, accustomed to composure, simply sat calmly in the passenger seat, unwilling to speak.

Shen Jingtan had already thoroughly examined the young man the moment he got into the car.

The young man cut his long hair back to shoulder length, and the vague beauty gradually revealed its sharp edges.

Shen Jingtan didn't actually feel that she had a deep impression of the young man. Many things and many people didn't leave a strong mark on her.

Whether it was a mistake or a coincidence.

He had long since forbidden himself to remember, and didn't really want to remember.

Their peaceful life was disrupted by an unexpected event.

It had to be this person.

It's that person again...

For a moment, Shen Jingtan seemed to sigh helplessly. He stared at the young man reflected in the car window, and a rare sense of helpless absurdity arose in his heart.

Jiang Xiyu keenly noticed his sigh, and because he remained silent, she considerately said, "If you're not feeling well, lean back and sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when it's time."

Shen Jingtan rested his arm on the edge of the car, his chin resting casually on his hand. As the light and shadows outside the window swept by, they accentuated his cold and aloof features.

Hearing the young man's gentle words, his expression was unreadable, and he slowly shifted his gaze away.

Jiang Xiyu noticed the gaze coming from the passenger seat, but he lowered his eyes slightly and didn't pay much attention to it.

However, there was a faint sense of pressure in his gaze. Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment, tilted her head slightly, and patiently asked him, "What's wrong?"

Shen Jingtan remained silent, a hint of sarcasm emanating from her nose.

The person appeared in the underground parking garage of 'Hengyue', presumably to pick up Shen Xiushu.

In almost an instant, Shen Jingtan understood that the young man had mistaken her for someone else because he had face blindness.

Just like the first time, it was all a series of unforeseen events.

Shen Jingtan turned her head, frowned, and stared at him for a while before suddenly saying two words in a deep voice: "Stop the car."

That voice was all too familiar to Jiang Xiyu.

In an instant, his pupils contracted, and he didn't even know how he managed to park the car on the side of the road.

All I know is that after all the sounds around me faded away, the car fell into an almost suffocating silence.

Jiang Xiyu's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to turn her head back to explain something, she heard the man say in a low voice, "Open the door."

He was certain he could detect displeasure in the other person's tone.

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips, her fingertips trembling slightly as she unlocked the door.

The car moved slightly, and Shen Jingtan got out.

In an instant, Jiang Xiyu acted faster than he thought. He opened the car door, chased after the man, went around the back of the car, and walked directly to him.

"Mr. Shen..."

He called out very softly.

Shen Jingtan stood quietly for a while, and when she saw that the young man recognized her, she finally lowered her gaze to look at him.

He didn't respond, waiting for the young man to continue speaking.

Jiang Xiyu was still in a daze. Besides apologizing and saying sorry, he really didn't know what else to say.

Are you suggesting I tell them I didn't mean to mistake them, but just have face blindness?

Jiang Xiyu didn't want to say more, so she simply took the blame and apologized.

Shen Jingtan knew perfectly well why he had admitted his mistake. He frowned, then decided to leave, no longer wanting to listen.

Jiang Xiyu insisted on stopping him, saying, "Mr. Shen, please let me take you back."

Shen Jingtan raised an eyebrow in surprise, but her gaze turned to him in a strange way.

Jiang Xiyu paused, hesitated for a moment, looked up at him and tried her best to make amends, saying, "This was my fault. I can't leave you here alone. Please, give me this chance."

Shen Jingtan hesitated for a moment, glanced at him, and calmly refused, "No need."

After he finished speaking, he walked past Jiang Xiyu to leave.

Jiang Xiyu's disappointment lasted only a moment before she immediately turned around and followed him.

Shen Jingtan sensed his approach and felt it was unnecessary, so she said calmly, "I won't blame you, don't follow me."

His tone carried a hint of the tolerance of an elder.

Jiang Xiyu watched his retreating figure and slowly stopped in her tracks.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the opposite direction, Shen Jingtan smiled with an ambiguous expression and shook her head almost imperceptibly.

But after taking only a couple of steps, the footsteps came urgently from behind again.

Before Shen Jingtan could turn around, a very light force was applied to her shoulder, and then something was draped over her from behind.

It was a bit chilly at night, and Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to go back to the car and get Shen Jingtan's coat, which he had left behind, to put on him.

Shen Jingtan stopped in her tracks and suddenly turned to look at him.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow light, completely obscuring his face in the shadows, his tall figure almost easily enveloping the young man.

Jiang Xiyu's nose was a little red, but she still forced a smile and said to him, "Mr. Shen, it's cold at night."

Shen Jingtan's gaze was deep as she looked down at him. After a long while, seeing Jiang Xiyu shrink his neck coldly, she seemed to sigh and said, "You should go back. I'll walk around by myself."

His tone even returned to its usual gentleness, as if afraid that Jiang Xiyu would feel guilty about this matter, his voice was steady and soft: "My people will be here soon, don't worry."

Jiang Xiyu didn't move, looking up at him, still with that fragile demeanor.

The scene before her eyes inexplicably overlapped with the toast she had made that night, and Shen Jingtan's expression softened for a moment without her noticing.

"Jiang, Xiyu."

Shen Jingtan suddenly called out to him.

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously hummed in agreement, her shoulders tensing up, but she still maintained a well-behaved demeanor.

Shen Jingtan's gaze had been fixed on him. At this moment, he suddenly looked into Jiang Xiyu's eyes and asked, "Aren't you going to pick someone up? If you insist on following me now, it might be too late."

"If it had been any later, you might not have been able to receive the call."

The tone of those words, like Shen Jingtan's expression, was hidden in the shadows, unseen and imperceptible to Jiang Xiyu.

But he felt as if the other person was peering into his thoughts through his eyes.

Jiang Xiyu didn't want him to spy on her, so she lowered her eyes and this time didn't insist on seeing him off. Instead, she obediently nodded.

The delicate atmosphere was instantly dispelled by the cold wind.

Shen Jingtan smiled expressionlessly. His hand returned to straighten her clothes, and she said calmly, "Go."