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

Jiang Xiyu looked at the chopsticks that she had almost all used herself, and belatedly realized that she was a little annoyed, so she closed her eyes for a moment.

Shen Jingtan noticed his little expression and couldn't help but chuckle. She asked softly, "Are you full?"

Jiang Xiyu hummed in agreement and then made an excuse to go to the restroom.

Shen Jingtan nodded and summoned someone, only to find that Jiang Xiyu had already paid the bill.

He didn't say anything, but later, on the way home, he mentioned, "You treated me to dinner today."

Jiang Xiyu was slightly taken aback and said, "No, no."

Rather than saying he invited Shen Jingtan to dinner, it's more like Shen Jingtan accompanied him while he ate the whole time.

Besides, he had already bought it before he met Shen Jingtan, and he only suggested eating in that private room because he didn't want to trouble Shen Jingtan. During the meal, Shen Jingtan didn't eat anything at all, so how could he say that he invited her to dinner?

Shen Jingtan replied, "Next time, when there's another chance, I'll return the favor."

“No need, Mr. Shen,” Jiang Xiyu shook his head and refused.

Shen Jingtan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and looked at Jiang Xiyu, saying, "What's wrong? Are you afraid to have dinner with me?"

His tone was very gentle, so gentle that it was as if Jiang Xiyu said it didn't matter if he was afraid.

In reality, Jiang Xiyu wasn't afraid; it was just that the man watching him eat made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Of course, it's best to keep these thoughts to yourself; what you actually say will be the complete opposite.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and replied, "No, having dinner with Mr. Shen is an opportunity I would love to have."

This statement carries a hint of exaggeration and flattery.

Shen Jingtan's scrutinizing gaze was deep. After scanning the other person's face inch by inch, he chuckled and asked him about his plans for the new year, seemingly casually.

Jiang Xiyu, without any suspicion, said, "I'll be joining the film crew in a couple of days."

Shen Jingtan's gaze paused for a moment, but her expression remained unchanged as she asked, "Do you really like this job?"

Jiang Xiyu said, "I like it, and I want to do my best."

His eyes lit up when he talked about acting, and he looked confident.

Shen Jingtan saw him on TV that day and thought he looked great on camera, but now that she has seen his real self in private, she suddenly feels that he doesn't look good on camera.

In reality, when young people remove their makeup, they appear even more gentle and beautiful. Coupled with their self-confidence, they are truly radiant.

Therefore, he praised her, his eyes showing appreciation and his tone expressing it.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and whispered a thank you, a hint of shyness hidden in her voice.

Shen Jingtan said he would make it up when he had time.

Jiang Xiyu didn't want to refuse him, so she obediently agreed.

Shen Jingtan asked about the specific time.

Jiang Xiyu said, "It's been about four or five months."

"Four or five months?" Shen Jingtan hesitated for a moment, then chuckled softly with an ambiguous tone, "Then you'll have a hard time getting an appointment."

Jiang Xiyu's ears suddenly felt hot.

Shen Jingtan's tone was normal, but it was rare to hear a joke coming from him.

No longer the aloof and unapproachable type, but the approachable type, like an elder with a great temper who can talk to young people, with a touch of humor, plus that magnetic, deep tone, it's like flirting in your ear.

Jiang Xiyu clenched her fingers, her ears feeling numb.

Shen Jingtan said, "Then let's exchange phone numbers when you have time."

"Hmm..." Jiang Xiyu subconsciously responded to his words, then realized what he meant and her tone rose in disbelief: "Hmm?"

A hint of imposing force surfaced in Shen Jingtan's gentle eyes. He looked deeply into Jiang Xiyu's eyes, and after a long while, he casually said in a soft voice, "You've seen my business card, haven't you, Xiyu?"

That sentence is a declarative sentence.

In an instant, the air inside the car froze.

Jiang Xiyu's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if the man in front of her had seen right through her.

But his reaction was almost perfect. He maintained his smile, showed a hint of doubt at the right moment, and then lied without batting an eye: "No."

He lowered his head, adding somewhat uncertainly, "How could I possibly have Mr. Shen's business card..."

Shen Jingtan's Adam's apple twitched slightly.

Perhaps she's too clever, but she still manages to look so bewildered and pitiful as she tries to evade his tests.

Shen Jingtan rested her hand on her temple, but her gaze was no longer on Jiang Xiyu's face. Instead, she looked at the deep night outside the window and smiled ambiguously: "I must have remembered it wrong."

Jiang Xiyu suppressed the emotions that had almost surfaced in her eyes and remained silent.

Seeing that he kept his head down, Shen Jingtan thought she had frightened him and sighed softly.

He took the business card out of the car and handed it to Jiang Xiyu, gesturing for him to take it.

Jiang Xiyu was preoccupied with figuring out how to respond and didn't notice Shen Jingtan's hand reaching out.

He looked very well-behaved with his head down and eyes downcast, even when a stray strand of hair accidentally fell, it partially covered his profile, making him appear hazy and indistinct when quiet.

Shen Jingtan patiently handed it over, and finally, with a helpless smile, she used the business card to smooth his disheveled hair, her voice unchanged but lower, as she asked him, "Don't you want it?"

Jiang Xiyu turned her head to follow his movement and softened her breathing.

From that angle, it looks like Shen Jingtan is stroking his face.

Jiang Xiyu's lips moved slightly.

For a moment, he really wanted to take the business card with his lips.

But he can't now.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little regretful, hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and took it with trembling fingertips.

Perhaps due to nervousness, the young man's fingertips brushed against the back of his hand.

Shen Jingtan raised her eyebrows slightly, withdrew her hand, and remained silent.

The telephone is a hub for communication.

Jiang Xiyu examined him carefully, and thanked him again in a low, muffled voice.

Shen Jingtan did not respond, but leaned back in her chair and relaxed, seemingly dozing with her eyes closed.

The car was quiet, and the atmosphere was rather gloomy, as we drove all the way to the apartment.

As usual, the driver stopped under the tree. After the car came to a complete stop, Jiang Xiyu and Shen Jingtan said goodbye.

Shen Jingtan nodded and responded very softly.

After the car door closed, the driver lowered the partition and asked Shen Jingtan if she wanted to leave.

Shen Jingtan watched the young man's departing figure, then looked at the gift bag he had forgotten beside his seat.

He stared at it quietly for a while, but did not say anything to remind him immediately.

Just as Shen Jingtan was about to speak, her gaze unexpectedly caught sight of another familiar figure.

The streetlights under the apartment were bright, but because of the swaying leaves, the light and shadow were also blurry. The man's figure was elongated, and he seemed to have just returned. After seeing Jiang Xiyu, he walked towards him.

Jiang Xiyu was holding the business card and didn't notice until the man's shadow touched his toes.

Jiang Xiyu calmly put away his things, then slowly raised his head and called out uncertainly, "A-Shu?"

Shen Xiushu's face was hidden in the shadows, and Jiang Xiyu could not see his expression clearly.

But he could feel that the gaze he was directed at him carried an unprecedented sinister and dangerous intensity.

During the long standoff, the cold wind made Jiang Xiyu subconsciously shrink her neck.

Shen Xiushu suddenly lifted his chin, leaned down to force him closer, and coldly questioned, "When did you meet my uncle?"