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

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, several Maybachs followed a Rolls-Royce and drove up.

The car stopped not far away, and then some bodyguards got out. They stood quietly beside the car and did not come over to disturb it.

Jiang Xiyu noticed and knew that the person who was supposed to pick him up had arrived.

He didn't say anything in the end, but smiled at Shen Jingtan with a sense of relief and said politely, "Goodbye, Mr. Shen."

But as the cars surrounded them, more and more young people were drawn to the spectacle.

The car lights were still on, and when Jiang Xiyu turned around after saying goodbye, her face was almost completely exposed.

Although he isn't exactly a household name, there are very few young women who don't know him.

Someone with sharp eyes recognized her, and shouts came from the crowd. Then a girl exclaimed in surprise, "Is that...is that Jiang Xiyu?"

The others excitedly asked, "What? Where is my brother?!"

"There it is, across the street!"

"It seems real! It really is my brother! Ahhh!"

Immediately, the crowd erupted in screams, as if a pot had been boiled over.

Jiang Xiyu immediately covered her face with a scarf, afraid of causing trouble for Shen Jingtan. Just as she was about to turn around to drive, she found that her car was surrounded by people.

The next moment, a coat was suddenly draped over his head.

The calm and cool ebony scent is very pleasant and fills the nose.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, she was pulled away by a force.

The man only lightly tugged at his arm through his clothes until he got into the Rolls-Royce, then he let go.

After the bodyguard closed the door, he walked toward the people taking pictures.

Jiang Xiyu sat in the car for a few seconds, then looked out the window as if he was annoyed, afraid that Shen Jingtan would be photographed with him.

Shen Jingtan seemed to sense his worry and said gently, "You won't be photographed."

Jiang Xiyu turned her head to look at him in confusion.

At this moment, he was still wearing a man's coat over his head, making his face appear small and pale.

It looks like a little white cat being wrapped in someone's clothes, cute and endearing.

Shen Jingtan didn't look at him; her gaze seemed to be fixed on the scenery outside the window, and her words sounded casual.

But only he knew what he was really thinking.

Seeing that he was looking out the window and seemed unwilling to talk anymore, Jiang Xiyu did not interrupt him.

However, seeing that they were heading towards a completely unfamiliar road, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but say to Shen Jingtan, "Mr. Shen, why don't you find a place to drop me off? I can go back by myself."

Shen Jingtan leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed as if she were resting.

Upon hearing Jiang Xiyu's words, she slowly raised her eyes as if she had been awakened.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu for a while, his voice hoarse with a hint of weariness, and asked, "Where to?"

Seeing how tired he looked, Jiang Xiyu didn't want to trouble him, so she said, "Put me down at the next intersection."

Shen Jingtan seemed lost in thought and didn't immediately agree.

He shifted slightly, pressing his temples as if he were feeling unwell.

Seeing that he still smelled of alcohol, Jiang Xiyu asked, "Mr. Shen, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing," Shen Jingtan said in a low voice.

Jiang Xiyu listened, and it didn't seem like nothing was wrong.

"Is it a headache?" he asked again with great patience, his tone gentle and not at all annoying.

Shen Jingtan looked at his face but did not reply immediately.

Jiang Xiyu waited quietly for his answer, without being impatient.

After a long while, Shen Jingtan chuckled softly, as if she had no other choice, and finally agreed.

When Jiang Xiyu heard that he had a headache, she took off the coat covering his head and said seriously, "If you have a headache, I know a joint that can be massaged and it will feel better."

He spoke so earnestly, as if afraid Shen Jingtan wouldn't believe him.

Shen Jingtan hummed in agreement and asked him, "Where do I press?"

Jiang Xiyu said softly, "I wonder if Mr. Shen would be so kind as to give me his hand?"

Seeing his nervous expression, Shen Jingtan didn't hesitate to give him her hand.

The man has strong wrist bones and long, slender fingers.

Jiang Xiyu reached out and helped him roll up his sleeve a little, then pressed her fingertips on his wrist.

Because Shen Xiushu also frequently suffered from headaches, Jiang Xiyu specially learned some massage techniques from traditional Chinese medicine.

In the car, he couldn't easily massage the acupoints on Shen Jingtan's head, so he could only massage the acupoints on her hands.

Jiang Xiyu placed Shen Jingtan's hand on the center console, then bent down and carefully pressed the Neiguan acupoint on his wrist.

Shen Jingtan was facing him sideways. When Jiang Xiyu massaged him, he could clearly see her distinct eyelashes and the very light mole under her eye.

He noticed for the first time that the young man had a mole on his face.

Like ink accidentally spilled on a blank sheet of paper, its purity is tinged with a seductive charm.

The sensation on her wrist, coupled with the other person's excellent pressing technique, made Shen Jingtan feel less uncomfortable, and her mood inexplicably eased.

This acupoint calms the mind and soothes the nerves.

Jiang Xiyu applied just the right amount of force, and the effect was naturally quite good.

During the massage, Jiang Xiyu could almost feel the strong veins beneath the man's skin.

It was very hot, as if it had seeped through his skin and reached his fingertips.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at Shen Jingtan's condition without realizing it, and only moved to another spot after seeing that he was feeling better.

His fingertips carefully touched Shen Jingtan's ring finger.

Because he was pressing that spot, he didn't realize how ambiguous the moment his palm touched it, a gesture resembling interlocking fingers.

In particular, his skin was very fair.

When the color difference is increased, the ambiguity becomes even more enchanting.

Jiang Xiyu didn't care about that; he was focused on stroking the outside of Shen Jingtan's ring finger.

Shen Jingtan could hear his soft breathing, his eyes half-closed, his vision unreadable.

The lights in the carriage weren't very bright, and the scenery outside was somewhat dim.

The crabapple blossoms seemed to drift down unintentionally in front of Shen Jingtan. He gently stroked Shen Jingtan's knuckles with the soft petals, a fleeting yet real touch.

He let the flower slip through his nephew's fingers again, and Shen Jingtan noticed it once more. This time, he picked it up between his fingers.

Alcohol is really not a good thing.

Shen Jingtan chuckled to herself.

He gazed gently at the strands of hair falling beside Jiang Xiyu's temples, wanting to reach out and smooth them, but then felt that such a gesture would be inappropriate.

After a moment of hesitation, he didn't reach out, but instead pressed the switch to lower the window slightly.

A gust of cold wind drifted in, finally disrupting the ambiguous atmosphere.

Shen Jingtan's emotions dissipated considerably.

After the gentle touch on his hand completely left, he said thank you, his voice tinged with suppressed hoarseness.

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback, not expecting him to thank her. After realizing what he meant, she simply said that it was the least she could do.

Shen Jingtan's gaze softened, and she suddenly asked with great curiosity, "How can you tell people apart?"

Sometimes I can recognize him quickly, but when I'm at the hospital, it's like I don't recognize him at all.

Even today, I'm admitting my mistake...

Shen Jingtan's eyes suddenly darkened.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a moment.

He frequently appeared around this man, so the man must have done a background check on him.

Jiang Xiyu pretended not to know, her thin lips slightly pursed, showing the embarrassment of having her secret discovered.

"Mr. Shen, are you aware that I have face blindness?"

Shen Jingtan neither admitted nor denied it.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes held a smile, and he asked softly, "So, the person I met at the hospital that day was Mr. Shen, right?"