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

In the early hours of the morning, Shen Xiushu returned to the apartment, where Jiang Xiyu was already asleep.

The apartment wasn't completely dark; instead, a small light was left on as if they were waiting for him, knowing he might be coming back.

Shen Xiushu glanced into the living room and, not finding the young man waiting, his expression suddenly became somewhat subtle. However, he then discovered the note Jiang Xiyu had left for him at the entrance.

The note said that the kitchen was keeping some soup warm for him, and that he should drink it so that he wouldn't have an upset stomach at night.

Because Shen Xiushu only drinks a little alcohol when he socializes in the evenings, Jiang Xiyu usually makes him something to eat whenever he comes over.

However, the other person rarely goes to bed this early.

In the past, no matter how late it was, he would always wait for Shen Xiushu to come back.

Shen Xiushu frowned. After putting down the note, he didn't go to the kitchen to drink the soup first. Instead, he inexplicably pushed open Jiang Xiyu's door.

He rarely set foot in Jiang Xiyu's room, so he didn't know that the room looked so warm and peaceful.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire city was covered in snow. The swirling snowflakes were somewhat scattered by the wind, making the scene look quite desolate. Inside, however, it was warm and cozy, with a few warm-colored lamps illuminating the thin curve of the bed, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere, as if it were a completely different world from the snowstorm outside.

The person on the bed was sleeping with his side facing the floor-to-ceiling window, so Shen Xiushu just stared at his back for a while before slowing down and walking to the bedside to get the remote control to close the curtains for him.

However, as he leaned over, the person on the bed groaned softly and shifted slightly, then greedily buried most of their face in the blanket.

Shen Xiushu heard Jiang Xiyu's soft murmur, looked up at him, and his gaze was deep.

The young man's breathing was light, his skin flushed slightly from the heat, and his delicate features looked even softer.

Shen Xiushu watched quietly, his cold, hard features inexplicably softened by the light.

In that instant, his heartbeat seemed to rise and fall with the other person's breathing, but his face remained expressionless.

For some reason, Shen Xiushu felt a strange sense of satisfaction rising in his heart at this moment.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu for a long time before the remotely controlled curtains slowly closed.

Once the snowflakes outside were stopped, Shen Xiushu also stepped out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Xiyu slowly lifted her eyelids.

He pondered for a long time before turning over, looking at the door for a while, and then pulling the blanket over his head.

Shen Xiushu went outside to drink the soup, which was still warm and had a sweet taste that suited his palate perfectly.

In this regard, no one could make him feel more at ease than Jiang Xiyu.

Shen Xiushu became satisfied, and the displeasure he had felt because of the phone call gradually dissipated with the sweet taste of the soup.

the next day.

Jiang Xiyu woke up at nearly eleven o'clock.

He quickly washed up and then went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As a result, when passing by the living room, they found that Shen Xiushu was still there, contrary to his usual behavior.

He was sitting on the sofa when he heard the noise, so he put down his phone and came to check on him.

Seeing the young man's surprised and stunned expression, Shen Xiushu raised an eyebrow with interest.

Jiang Xiyu realized what was happening and said with some surprise, "A-Shu, why haven't you left yet?"

Shen Xiushu's words were brief: "Nothing's wrong today."

Because the Chinese New Year is just around the corner, he plans to stay here for two days before returning to the Shen residence. He will be quite busy after the New Year and probably won't be able to come over.

Jiang Xiyu nodded as if she understood, then paused, as if remembering something, and asked him, "Did you drink the soup I prepared for you last night?"

Shen Xiushu looked at his expectant eyes and hummed in agreement.

Jiang Xiyu curled her lips, just about to turn around and go back to her room.

Shen Xiu asked, "Still want to sleep?"

He's been sitting on the sofa for two hours already.

Jiang Xiyu had originally planned to change out of her pajamas, but after hearing Shen Xiushu's words, she abruptly changed direction.

He smiled apologetically: "A-Shu, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I'll go make you some."

Shen Xiushu was about to say that he didn't need to do it, but when he saw the young man wearing an apron, he stopped himself from saying it.

She seems to have lost weight again.

When the young man's waist was tied with the apron straps, the waistline it created was quite alluring, and when the cuffs were rolled up, his slender wrist, as thin as bamboo, looked very fragile and delicate.

Shen Xiushu frowned, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Jiang Xiyu sensed the gaze behind her but remained calm as she prepared breakfast.

Soon, two bowls of clear soup noodles were served on the table.

The two rarely spoke while eating, but this time, Shen Xiushu took the initiative to ask him how he planned to spend the New Year.

Jiang Xiyu didn't think much of it and didn't care much: "Go to the hospital to keep my mother company."

Shen Xiushu frowned, but ultimately said nothing.

After finishing her noodles, Jiang Xiyu sat on the sofa with the script she was going to film after the New Year in her arms.

Shen Xiushu also sat down to the side, flipping through the documents.

Jiang Xiyu initially sat very properly, but later felt too tired and couldn't help but let her true nature show.

He lay down on the sofa, his long legs bent, in a casual posture.

Shen Xiushu wasn't too close to him, but sometimes when Jiang Xiyu's legs went numb and he straightened them, he would feel a slight touch on his thigh.

Shen Xiushu frowned and looked at Jiang Xiyu, only to find him engrossed in reading the script, as if he had just imagined it.

When the illusion could no longer be ignored, Shen Xiushu turned his head to look at Jiang Xiyu, scrutinizing her for a long time.

Jiang Xiyu belatedly realized that she peeked out from behind the script and looked at Shen Xiushu apologetically. Then, following Shen Xiushu's gaze, she saw that she had overstepped her bounds.

He quickly bent his legs and then used his hands to support himself as he backed away from the sofa.

Something flashed in Shen Xiushu's eyes, yet nothing seemed to be there at all.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing that Jiang Xiyu had indeed made it impossible for him to concentrate.

Because young people are always fidgeting around, and who knows what they see that might be interesting, they might even suppress a low chuckle.

Shen Xiushu simply stopped reading, seemingly somewhat tired.

Jiang Xiyu, with her eyes focused on her nose and her mind at ease, immediately put down her script and began to massage him.

Shen Xiushu did not refuse, and the two chatted from time to time, so the atmosphere was not too cold.

After Jiang Xiyu finished the massage, her hands and legs were sore and numb.

While Shen Xiushu was checking his email, he couldn't resist falling asleep on the sofa.

Shen Xiushu stopped looking and just stared at him.

At that moment, Shen Xiushu felt that this was not bad either.

The two of them rarely stayed in the apartment together. After two days, Shen Xiushu returned to the Shen residence, and Jiang Xiyu also packed her things and went to the hospital, planning to spend the Spring Festival with her mother.

Before leaving, he took Shen Jingtan's coat with him.

By chance, he learned that the person living on the same floor as Jiang's mother was Old Mrs. Shen, who was Shen Jingtan's mother.

While still in the hospital, Jiang Xiyu thought that there might be a chance to meet Shen Jingtan.

Although Jiang Xiyu got Shen Jingtan's business card from his coat, he didn't intend to call him.