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

"you like him."

"His career also needs him."

Those were two declarative sentences.

Shen Jingtan had investigated him thoroughly, and thus easily uncovered all the reasons why he followed Shen Xiushu.

Jiang Xiyu was slightly taken aback, then turned her face away and lowered her head as if somewhat embarrassed.

He didn't argue.

Not answering is considered a form of response.

They're still too young; they can't even hide the smallest thing.

The question is whether young people value emotions or interests more.

Shen Jingtan couldn't figure it out in a short time.

Although all surveys show that young people are more emotional.

Shen Jingtan sighed inwardly, as if she could already imagine the young man's heartbreak and sadness at his nephew's hands.

But this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Shen Jingtan felt that relationships between young people should be subject to some setbacks.

However, seeing the young man's pale face and frightened appearance, Shen Jingtan slowly reached out her hand, her voice low and husky but still gentle: "Don't worry, I don't mean to object to you two being together. If my tone makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me."

How considerate older men are! By lowering themselves and saying things that sound like coaxing, they can easily build trust in others and make people unconsciously overlook the problems mentioned earlier.

Jiang Xiyu suppressed the smile in her eyes. Hearing that he didn't object, she showed a little shyness on her face, and then slowly trembled her eyelashes, as if she was mustering up the courage to look at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen."

The car was warm, and the heater completely melted the snow on the young man's head. The moisture dampened his black hair and then slowly condensed at the ends.

The sunlight streaming through the car window swept across his fair skin and rosy lips, like a hazy ink painting. In that instant, even the slight steam rising from his head made him inexplicably adorable.

His eyes, as he looked at Shen Jingtan, held the admiration and gratitude of a junior towards an elder.

Shen Jingtan remained calm and collected the drop of water that had fallen from the end of his hair with her cool fingertips.

His slender fingers and gentle profile were so close, and the soft light of the sandalwood bracelet seemed to brush against his fair face, creating an inexplicably enchanting effect.

Such behavior is ambiguous.

Shen Jingtan, however, seemed to be simply trying to ward off the bad things for him.

Jiang Xiyu was hesitant to make a move.

However, as the vehicle went over a speed bump, Jiang Xiyu's face lightly brushed against his fingertips.

They parted as quickly as a captivating fragrance.

Shen Jingtan, however, keenly sensed the heat of the other person's cheek brushing against her.

He knew the young man was shy.

However, it wasn't because of him, but because he said he didn't object to him being with Shen Xiushu.

Shen Jingtan gave a nonchalant smirk, moved his fingers slightly, and casually withdrew them. As he withdrew them, a stray hair remained tangled around his fingertip.

The little thing knew nothing and was even grateful to him.

Shen Jingtan stroked that strand of hair, thinking quietly.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and he simply said, "You are indeed born with the aesthetic sense of Xiu Shu."

Jiang Xiyu froze, her ears turning completely red.

The vibrant color caught Shen Jingtan's eye. He smiled faintly for a moment and said meaningfully, "Don't cut your hair again next time."

It's as if Shen Xiushu would like him with long hair.

Shen Jingtan's gaze finally settled on Jiang Xiyu's face, scrutinizing him for a moment before she spoke in a low, soft voice, seemingly with admiration, yet also with a barely perceptible sigh: "He will like you."

Jiang Xiyu curled her fingertips and, somewhat embarrassed, tucked her hair behind her ears.

Having gained approval, he was less nervous and embarrassed, and even began to take the initiative to talk to Shen Jingtan.

Shen Jingtan was very patient and told him some things about Shen Xiushu's childhood.

Jiang Xiyu was delighted to hear this, and the smile on her face was no longer the reserved one, but a truly bright and beautiful one.

Shen Jingtan stared intently, her jaw tightening for a moment, her eyes suddenly turning very deep.

Whether in politics or in the business world, Shen Jingtan is always a figure at the pinnacle of power.

Before him were many obsequious people; he was used to hypocritical and fawning smiles. Such a pure smile suddenly seemed precious to him.

He wasn't a patient person, yet he always found himself unconsciously indulging when he saw that smile.

Reason told him that he shouldn't do this...

Shen Jingtan's expression softened momentarily as she looked at Jiang Xiyu.

If the young man knew what he was thinking, he would probably regret laughing so carelessly today.

Shen Jingtan chuckled slightly, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly said with emotion, "I often feel that you are very similar to the crabapple tree outside my study."

Half a lifetime spent entangled with beauties, yet they remained hidden within the mansion.

Those kinds of flowers should really be hidden away.

He compared Jiang Xiyu to a flower, but the young man seemed completely oblivious to the meaning behind it.

The crabapple blossoms fall in winter, but the youth seems to have used fresh snow as petals, pure and delicately pink.

These words were really strange, and Jiang Xiyu couldn't understand them. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at him and gently ask, "Mr. Shen, are you drunk?"

Hearing this, Shen Jingtan smiled faintly. He did not deny it and said gently, "Perhaps."

He always drank in moderation; the only time he felt truly drunk was when he sat next to the crabapple tree in the early hours of the morning.

Jiang Xiyu assumed he was genuinely drunk, so she didn't speak to him.

She was very well-behaved and self-disciplined, even deliberately keeping her breathing soft.

Shen Jingtan raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, seemingly smiling.

When the car reached the street outside the apartment, the driver lowered the barrier and reminded the resident, "Sir, we've arrived."

Shen Jingtan opened her eyes, looked at Jiang Xiyu, and instructed, "Go back and take a shower, don't catch a cold."

Jiang Xiyu nodded, and just as he opened the car door, Shen Jingtan frowned silently as she looked at the heavy snow outside and called out to him, "Wait."

Jiang Xiyu had just put one leg down when she turned her head to look at him.

A unique scent of ebony and sandalwood wafted from the man.

Shen Jingtan gave him her coat so he could use it to cover himself from the snow.

Jiang Xiyu touched the expensive clothes and felt a little regretful, thinking that getting a little snow on them wouldn't matter.

But Shen Jingtan unexpectedly refused, and he never allowed anyone to defy him.

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to obediently drape the coat over her head.

As he got out of the car and closed the door, he couldn't help but lean down and glance at the man.

The man's profile was indistinct, and he looked somewhat lonely and aloof.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but whisper goodbye to him: "Thank you, Mr. Shen, and thank you for your praise. Goodbye."

Shen Jingtan's gaze lingered for a moment, until the car door was closed very gently, before she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Actually, the car came with an umbrella. The driver saw the man's smile and instinctively raised the partition, understanding the situation.

The car behind stopped under the tree for a long time, until the snow stopped falling, before slowly driving away.

……

Jiang Xiyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the car drive away before the smile in her eyes faded.

Crabapple blossoms, a bitter love.

The man knew he liked Shen Xiushu, and then compared him to a begonia.

On the one hand, it was to tell him that his love for Shen Xiushu was a painful one.

Jiang Xiyu didn't want to guess the other meaning.

Because some things don't need to be said; they are most beautiful when they are shrouded in mystery.

Jiang Xiyu didn't know how long she had been standing there when she felt something cold on the back of her hand. She looked down at the coat lying in her arms and then reached out her hand.

After fiddling around for a moment, a thin, square-shaped object appeared in his hand.

This is……

Jiang Xiyu stared at the object, her tongue slowly tracing across her lips and teeth as if she had been chewing on its name, and then she laughed again.

The smile reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window this time was subtle, yet beautiful.

However, that kind of beauty felt as if it had been intimately caressed by someone's fingertips.