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

On the eve of the Spring Festival, Shen Jingtan indeed came to the hospital to personally pick up Grandma Shen.

Jiang Xiyu was taking the elevator down to the hospital lobby to complete some procedures when he saw Shen Jingtan standing outside when the elevator doors opened on the first floor.

Jiang Xiyu looked at him, carefully examined him, and then greeted him.

Shen Jingtan met his gaze and nodded in response.

Jiang Xiyu quickly got out of the elevator and made room for him.

After Shen Jingtan went in, Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, and when the elevator doors were halfway closed, he reached out to stop them.

Shen Jingtan frowned almost imperceptibly, pressed the elevator button in time, and asked when he came in, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu noticed that there was a secretary beside him. After a moment, he lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Shen, could you wait for me for a moment? I brought your clothes."

Shen Jingtan looked down at him, but did not answer immediately.

Jiang Xiyu became somewhat nervous when the lack of response made him smile helplessly before calmly saying that it was okay.

Shen Jingtan knew that Jiang Xiyu had made a special trip back to the elevator to talk about the coat, so after seeing the hospital admission slip in his hand, she slowly scrutinized him before asking gently, "You're going to be hospitalized? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Xiyu followed his gaze to the thing in his hand, realizing he had misunderstood, and explained with a slight smile, "I'm staying at the hospital to spend the New Year with my mother."

There are other guest rooms in the VIP ward, but you need to go through some procedures to stay.

After listening, Shen Jingtan stared at the person reflected in the elevator for a while before looking away.

After the elevator reached the floor, he turned to Jiang Xiyu and whispered, "Wait for me in the hallway later, I'll come and get it."

"Okay," Jiang Xiyu replied, then took the elevator down again.

After the formalities were completed, he returned to the ward and retrieved Shen Jingtan's coat.

The coat has been dry cleaned, but I haven't been able to find a chance to return it to Shen Jingtan.

So Jiang Xiyu had been keeping the clothes in his own closet. This time, when he brought them out, he didn't fold them too much and thoughtfully put them in a brand new shopping bag.

After opening the door to Jiang's mother's ward, I planned to wait in the corridor, but I found that there were already many people standing outside the ward.

The men and women there all had an extraordinary air about them; they were probably there to pick up Mrs. Shen from the hospital.

Jiang Xiyu wasn't in a hurry. She sat on a chair outside the ward and waited quietly.

About ten minutes later, Shen Jingtan came out of the room.

Jiang Xiyu saw him and was about to get up when she discovered that a man in a suit and tie was following Shen Jingtan out.

Jiang Xiyu examined the man carefully for a while and found that the man was none other than Shen Xiushu.

After repeatedly checking the familiar watch on the man's wrist, Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment.

He didn't really want Shen Xiushu to know that he knew Shen Jingtan.

At least for now, in front of Shen Xiushu, he shouldn't have anything to do with anyone from the Shen family.

He hadn't thought it through. For such a big event as Old Madam Shen's discharge from the hospital, Shen Xiushu would definitely come.

If he had thought of it earlier, he wouldn't have chosen today to return the clothes to Shen Jingtan.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly stood up, intending to go back to her ward to avoid the situation.

He hadn't taken two steps when he felt a gentle gaze fall upon him.

And there was more than one.

Shen Jingtan saw him, and seeing that he didn't come up but seemed to be hiding, she understood what was going on. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the source of the problem beside her, Shen Xiushu.

Shen Xiushu naturally saw Jiang Xiyu as well.

His surprise lasted only a moment before he composed himself.

Shen Xiushu turned to Shen Jingtan and said something, then walked towards Jiang Xiyu.

As he passed Jiang Xiyu, his gaze shifted to her.

Jiang Xiyu understood what he meant. She pursed her lips and, after Shen Xiushu's figure disappeared around the corner, she took what she was holding and went back to the ward before chasing after him.

During that time, he didn't look at Shen Jingtan even once more.

Shen Jingtan didn't move. He kept watching Jiang Xiyu's slender back until she disappeared from sight, then he frowned silently.

Perhaps sensing the sharp edge gradually emerging from the man's gentle aura, the relatives guarding outside the ward subconsciously lowered their voices, and some didn't even dare to utter a sound.

Originally, they wanted to take this opportunity to visit the old lady after she was discharged from the hospital, and also to improve their image in front of Shen Jingtan.

As an equal, Shen Jingtan was not unapproachable, but she was also so cold that people dared not get close to her.

Meanwhile, Jiang Xiyu followed and found Shen Xiushu waiting for him at the elevator entrance.

When he arrived, Shen Xiushu led him to the stairwell.

After the door closed, he asked, "Why are you in the hospital?"

Are you sick?

Shen Xiushu seemed to have forgotten that Jiang Xiyu's mother was in the hospital.

That's true, he's so busy, it's normal that he doesn't remember.

Jiang Xiyu forced a smile and explained, "My mother is here. I came to the hospital to keep her company."

Shen Xiushu was a little stunned. After remembering this, he softened his tone and asked again, "During the Spring Festival, you stayed at the hospital with your mother?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded: "Mhm."

Shen Xiushu looked at him in silence for a while, then suddenly asked somewhat stiffly, "How is your mother's illness?"

Jiang Xiyu gave him a gentle smile, her eyes filled with gratitude, and said, "The doctor said you're gradually getting better. Thank you so much, Ashu."

Jiang's mother is Jiang Xiyu's Achilles' heel; whenever this is mentioned, he becomes incredibly soft-hearted.

Shen Xiushu twitched his fingers, wanting to pat his head.

However, in the end, he held back and only said, "If you need anything, just tell your secretary."

Jiang Xiyu obediently agreed: "Okay."

Shen Xiushu looked into his eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was a call from Shen's mother, saying that the old lady was preparing to be discharged from the hospital and asking where he was.

Shen Xiushu replied that he would be there right away and then hung up the phone.

When she turned around, Jiang Xiyu saw him looking over, her eyebrows curved into a smile, and she said very understandingly, "A-Shu, you should go now."

Shen Xiushu paused for a moment, resisting the urge to touch his head, but couldn't resist reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair that had fallen across Jiang Xiyu's face behind his ear.

After doing this, he left without saying anything.

Jiang Xiyu waited for a while, and only returned to the ward when it was almost time.

Everyone outside Old Mrs. Shen's ward had already left. He glanced around and guessed that Shen Jingtan had probably left as well.

Not long after I returned to the ward, someone knocked on the door.

Jiang Xiyu opened the door to look, and the person who came in said that it was Shen Jingtan's secretary.

He told Jiang Xiyu to hand over the items to him.

Jiang Xiyu didn't say anything, but handed him the bag containing the clothes.

After taking the clothes downstairs, the secretary walked towards the car parked not far away.

The car door opened, and Shen Jingtan sat inside with a calm expression.

"Sir, I've got it."

After the secretary finished speaking, she put the clothes on the back seat.

Shen Jingtan stared at it for a while before reaching out to take the bag containing the clothes.

As soon as I opened it, a subtle fragrance wafted out. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather, but the scent lingered in my nostrils with an inexplicable coolness.

The original ebony scent that belonged to him on the coat was completely gone; the collar, cuffs, and every stitch now clearly and ambiguously carried the scent of another person.

The business card in his coat pocket fell out of the pocket at just the right moment after he took the coat out.

Shen Jingtan remained calm, staring at the business card for a long time before finally smiling, seemingly resigned to her fate.

It turns out that the fragrance of crabapple blossoms is not only faint, but also quite sharp.