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

Perhaps the young man had already realized he had crossed the line, or perhaps, leaving it as it was was simply his politeness and sense of propriety.

Shen Jingtan is indeed a person who pays great attention to propriety.

Most of the time, the aloofness in his eyes would make people hesitate to approach him. Those who were subordinate to him were always used to trying to figure out how to conduct themselves when talking to him. Shen Jingtan admired people who were so tactful, but at this moment he felt that this kind of careful guessing was rather annoying.

Shen Jingtan looked at the business card that had fallen to the ground and slowly leaned back in her chair.

After a long while, a slight regret and pity appeared in his eyes.

He is not one to force others to do things against their will. Although he may appear cold and unapproachable to outsiders, he can maintain his refined manners and demeanor, treating everyone with rational gentleness and elegance, no matter who is in his presence.

But the longer he wore this mask, the fewer emotional moments he had.

At least a handful of times, he gave it to only one person frequently.

However, Shen Jingtan has always been extremely patient with people or things she is determined to obtain.

He also dislikes forcing others to do things against their will, and he won't actively pressure them if they refuse.

Being in a high position allows one to exert pressure on older people.

Young people need to be guided patiently and gently...

Whether the young man understood his meaning or not, or whether he comprehended the ambiguous transgressions.

Now that Shen Jingtan has the results, he won't delve into it further.

After all, nothing can be accomplished overnight.

For him, whatever he wants will naturally be delivered to him.

That was true before, and it will be true in the future.

……

The car drove all the way back to the Shen residence.

As he got out of the car, his secretary habitually reached out to take the coat he was carrying on his arm.

Shen Jingtan slightly tucked her arm inward, calmly refusing.

As he stepped onto the stairs, Shen Xiushu came out from inside. The two passed each other, and Shen Xiushu, who was about to greet him, stopped abruptly and stopped walking as well.

He frowned coldly.

In the instant the man passed by and a cold wind blew, Shen Xiushu keenly sensed a familiar, faint, cool fragrance in the air.

Even if the wind were to obliterate it in the next moment, Shen Xiushu was certain that he had not misheard.

He had only ever smelled that unique fragrance on one person.

During the few days he spent in the apartment with the young man, the fragrance lingered around him almost everywhere.

Shen Xiushu was all too familiar with this taste.

His pupils contracted, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned around and called out, "Uncle..."

The man seemed not to have heard clearly, and walked straight in without pausing for a moment.

Shen Xiushu stared at the man's back with an unusually cold expression, but then paused slightly as the secretary walked by carrying shopping bags.

This secretary also has it.

Shen Xiushu narrowed his eyes as if scrutinizing someone.

He didn't say anything more until the man's figure disappeared, then he turned around and walked out again.

Even so, his suspicions remained.

Shen Xiushu took out his phone and sent a message to his secretary, asking him to investigate Jiang Xiyu's whereabouts in recent months, or who he had met.

After the message was sent, he stared at his phone for a long time.

As if suddenly realizing his own good intentions towards the young man, Shen Xiushu's expression became complicated.

……

The snow stopped in Haishi on the day of the Spring Festival.

In the afternoon, Jiang Xiyu went to the TV station to record the live broadcast of the evening's gala.

His performance wasn't scheduled too far back, so after the performance, he would still have time to return to the hospital and spend New Year's Eve with Jiang's mother.

While waiting, he took out his phone and looked at it for a while.

In the chat box, there was still the same message he had sent to Shen Xiushu, but the other party had not replied.

Jiang Xiyu closed the chat window to avoid seeing the problem, but accidentally touched the dial pad.

Jiang Xiyu silently recited the unmarked phone number at the very top to himself, then smiled enigmatically.

Ning Qing, having fixed her hair, came over and saw him smiling. She asked him what made him so happy.

Jiang Xiyu turned off the screen and said it was nothing.

Ning Qing sat down next to him and asked curiously, "Are you going home to celebrate the New Year later?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded and politely asked him in return, "And you?"

Ning Qing concealed the envy in her eyes and sighed, "I haven't been home for Chinese New Year for two years."

His hometown is in a small county town, which is really far from Haishi.

Since arriving here, Ning Qing has been busy working in the entertainment industry and rarely has the opportunity to go back.

This time was no different; he was invited to record a gala, so he didn't have time to go back.

Ning Qing was unwilling to give up any opportunity. He always felt that if he worked harder, he could do better and let more people see him.

Jiang Xiyu knew that he didn't have any connections in the entertainment industry, so she admired him for his ability to achieve his current level of fame through his own hard work.

Ning Qing has a tenacious and indomitable spirit. He will keep practicing a dance he can't master, and he is willing to put in 200% effort to learn a tune he can't sing well.

That kind of fighting spirit is very energetic and inspiring.

Perhaps someone like that, if he had connections, could go much further in the entertainment industry than he did.

Jiang Xiyu pondered for a long time, and finally just patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Maybe tonight, your parents will be waiting in front of the TV to watch you."

Ning Qing hid the tears welling up in her eyes and smiled at Jiang Xiyu.

During the break while waiting to go on stage, he seemed to remember something and asked, "I heard from my agent that they approached you to play the other male lead in that historical drama with two male leads, is that right?"

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then slowly hummed in agreement.

Ning Qing was quite pleased: "When I first met you, I was thinking that we would have the opportunity to cooperate in the future. I didn't expect this opportunity to come so soon."

Jiang Xiyu smiled back: "I didn't expect that either."

The original work has some pseudo-incestuous elements, and Jiang Xiyu and Ning Qing do indeed look somewhat alike.

For some reason, Ning Qing felt a little embarrassed at the thought of the two of them playing an intimate relationship in the future.

Jiang Xiyu, on the other hand, was quite at ease and didn't seem uncomfortable at all.

Meanwhile, at the Shen residence.

The atmosphere at the Shen residence during the Lunar New Year was incredibly lively.

All the close relatives from the collateral branches gathered together, and after dinner, they all stayed up all night to welcome the New Year, according to custom.

The children set off fireworks outside, the men played chess and drank tea in the tea room, occasionally discussing profound topics, while the women gathered together to chat with the old lady, sharing interesting stories from their social circles.

For example, secrets about which wealthy family has produced what, or whose children have been married off to whom, etc.

Speaking of this, they jokingly asked Shen's mother if she had started looking for a suitable marriage partner for Shen Xiushu.