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

Shen Jingtan looked at him and gave a brief, light laugh.

Jiang Xiyu had already found the answer in her heart and said softly, "No wonder when I went upstairs to get my mother's coat that day, I felt that the person looked a lot like you, Mr. Shen, but I was afraid that I was mistaken."

That day, Shen Jingtan's wrist was covered by his clothes, so he couldn't see the sandalwood bracelet and didn't dare to go up to it rashly. This time was no different.

Jiang Xiyu wouldn't have gone up on his own initiative if Shen Jingtan hadn't come down in that private elevator.

Shen Jingtan's eyebrows twitched slightly after hearing this, and she gave a very low "hmm".

Jiang Xiyu continued, "I can only recognize people by certain features, and Mr. Shen is wearing a string of sandalwood beads."

Shen Jingtan's left wrist twitched almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her head shyly and said, "Because I often forget people, I easily make a fool of myself."

Shen Jingtan smiled slightly, looked into his eyes, and asked slowly, "Can't you even recognize someone close to you?"

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then nodded.

Shen Jingtan didn't ask any more questions.

The car drove towards the Shen residence until halfway there when Jiang Xiyu suddenly remembered that he was supposed to pick up Shen Xiushu.

He fumbled for his phone, only to find that it had been switched off sometime during the night.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but look at Shen Jingtan.

The man was resting with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, his hands resting slightly on his abdomen, and his long legs elegantly crossed.

His suit was restrained and sophisticated, and the rosewood bracelet on his wrist was also noble. The light and shadow outside the window sometimes blurred him. Although he looked close to Jiang Xiyu, he also seemed unattainable.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but hold her breath. Suddenly, she remembered that his coat was still on her. She tried not to make a sound as she tucked the coat into her arm, thinking of giving it to him.

It's unclear whether Shen Jingtan was too sensitive to sound or if he sensed Jiang Xiyu's unease.

Just as Jiang Xiyu looked up to look at him again, Shen Jingtan suddenly spoke and patiently asked again, "Go back to where?"

Seeing that he hadn't opened his eyes, Jiang Xiyu wasn't so nervous anymore.

He originally wanted to say to just let him go, but then he remembered that when he had just said that, Shen Jingtan changed the subject and did not agree.

So Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment and then told him the address of the apartment.

Shen Jingtan gave instructions to the driver.

The car, which was about to arrive at the Shen residence, quickly turned around and drove in the opposite direction.

Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

Jiang Xiyu thanked him briefly, watched Shen Jingtan's car leave sight before turning around and going inside.

When he returned to the apartment, he found that Shen Xiushu had already come back.

Jiang Xiyu went to his room and found that Shen Xiushu was already lying in bed.

He didn't go in. After carefully closing the door, he made a phone call to Jiang Yun, asking him to arrange for someone to bring the car back.

While scrolling through her phone, Jiang Xiyu saw messages and missed calls from Shen Xiushu's secretary. After pondering for a moment, she replied briefly and went to the kitchen.

Even if we haven't met the person, we still have to do something.

Jiang Xiyu prepared some things for Shen Xiushu to sober up, and then took them to Shen Xiushu's room.

He only turned on the warm-colored light by the bedside, and Shen Xiushu felt very uncomfortable.

Jiang Xiyu painstakingly took off his shoes and coat, and finally called him to get up and sober up.

Shen Xiushu's brows furrowed with displeasure at being disturbed. He half-opened his eyes and, upon seeing the young man standing by the bed, called out in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Xiyu."

Jiang Xiyu looked down at him, responded but did not move.

Shen Xiushu called his name again very softly.

Jiang Xiyu obediently responded.

The lighting was dim, and shadowy figures could be seen everywhere.

Shen Xiushu's jaw tightened for a moment, and he uttered two words with a slight gurgling in his throat: "Come here."

Jiang Xiyu put down the bowl and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The bed sank slightly, and in that gradually approaching atmosphere, Shen Xiushu felt a very strong throbbing in his heart.

This person is so well-behaved.

Jiang Xiyu said softly, "Ashu, go to sleep after you've sobered up, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Shen Xiushu stared at his face, then made a move to get up.

Jiang Xiyu went to help him up, and Shen Xiushu did not resist.

The fresh fragrance emanating from the young man instantly filled his nostrils.

Shen Xiushu, oblivious to everything, curled his lips into a smile. After being served the drink, he grasped Jiang Xiyu's hand.

Before Jiang Xiyu could react, she was pulled into the bed by a strong force.

In that instant, the bowl fell heavily onto the carpet, and when it stopped moving, the two figures imprisoned on the bed also stopped moving.

Jiang Xiyu let out a suppressed groan and subconsciously reached out to stop the person pressing down on her.

Shen Xiushu pinched his chin and looked him over.

Jiang Xiyu disliked this distance, and a flash of coldness crossed his eyes. His long fingers, which were pressed against Shen Xiushu's, gradually turned white, but he showed no sign of it on his face, pretending to be blank as he let Shen scrutinize him.

The beautiful woman with red lips and white teeth seemed to have grown up according to Shen Xiushu's preferences from the very beginning.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept the person by his side after just one meeting.

At first, the young lover was cautious, like a sparrow that could be startled at any moment. Later, under Shen Xiushu's care, he began to open his heart.

What did Shen Xiushu not know?

He knew exactly what the other person was thinking.

But he didn't like it. He loved this person, but only in a way that resembled loving a pet.

But now, looking down at the other person, he felt his heart pounding even harder.

Perhaps it was the power of alcohol to bewitch people, but Shen Xiushu found himself drawn to it, drawn to that delicate fragrance.

He didn't notice Jiang Xiyu's indifferent expression, but simply lowered his head and moved closer.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to understand what he was going to do, frowned, and deliberately dodged the kiss with a half-hug.

Taking advantage of Shen Xiushu's stiffness, Jiang Xiyu escaped from under him, stood up and said, "Ashu, get some rest."

Shen Xiushu instinctively grabbed Jiang Xiyu's hand, his voice low and hoarse: "Don't go..."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him indifferently, but the smile on her lips was gentle.

He leisurely waited for Shen Xiushu to continue.

Shen Xiushu realized what he had done, pinched his brow, and told him to leave, but he still didn't let go of his hand.

Jiang Xiyu raised her chin, her posture arrogant, and said, "If you don't let me go, I can't leave."

Shen Xiushu did not move.

Jiang Xiyu pondered for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and forcefully pushed Shen Xiushu back onto the bed.

He leaned down, but did not make excessive contact with Shen Xiushu.

Jiang Xiyu stared intently at Shen Xiushu, waiting for his reaction.

Such behavior was very offensive to a proud person like Shen Xiushu, especially since he was inherently resistant to men getting close, let alone being pinned down by a man.

Almost instantly, Shen Xiushu regained a moment of clarity amidst the stirring atmosphere, and then abruptly pushed Jiang Xiyu away.

The effect was remarkable. Jiang Xiyu had no intention of dodging at all. When Shen Xiushu pushed him away, he lost his balance and fell onto the carpet under the bed.

He hissed, as if in some pain.

Shen Xiushu's heart tightened, and he quickly sat up to look at him.

When their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu looked at him, her pupils trembling pitifully in the light.

Then, looking down as if somewhat hurt, he picked up the bowl without saying a word, his back turning forlornly as he walked towards the door.

The moment the door closed completely, Shen Xiushu felt a splitting headache and his heart felt as if it had been stabbed.