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

When Shen Xiushu met those eyes, his heart suddenly trembled violently.

His breath hitched slightly, and he felt as if his hand, which had touched the other person's cheek, had been electrocuted. He froze completely, even his thoughts.

Shen Xiushu thought expressionlessly.

Yes.

His young lover has face blindness, so it's understandable that he mistook someone for someone else.

He seemed genuinely looking forward to the dinner, but because he was tied up with other things and couldn't go, he mistook Shen Jingtan for himself.

Thinking of how he had saved him, Shen Xiushu felt a pang of guilt for no reason.

He didn't know it was guilt, but he felt sorry for the person who shed tears like that.

So his tone changed afterwards, softening unconsciously as he asked Jiang Xiyu, "Have you met him many times?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head, lowered her hand that was holding Shen Xiushu, and her tone suddenly weakened: "No, if you don't believe me, Ashu, you can check."

Jiang Xiyu wasn't afraid of being investigated at all, because he had indeed met Shen Jingtan very few times, and he had never done anything out of line.

The more you try to hide something, the more suspicious people become; but the more honest you are, the more people believe you.

Jiang Xiyu never intended to hide anything or lie from the beginning.

After finishing his meal with Shen Jingtan, he went to the restroom to reply to messages without worrying that Shen Xiushu would find out he was there that night.

Like a wolf that has claimed its territory, Jiang Xiyu is trapped within it, becoming Shen Xiushu's possession. If no external force covets her, he will always feel that she is dispensable.

What Jiang Xiyu needs to do is break this sense of being dispensable.

This applies to both Shen Xiushu and Shen Jingtan.

He wholeheartedly played his role as a deeply affectionate person, and gradually pursued what he wanted.

After you've been heartbroken in this quagmire of unrequited love and become a broken sacrifice, someone will come to determine the outcome.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze shifted back for a moment, and a tear just happened to slide down her cheek.

Shen Xiushu only noticed his tears, but failed to notice the fleeting coldness in Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

He didn't say he would investigate, but suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and whispered to Jiang Xiyu, "In the future, if you're not sure it's me, don't go up and admit it so easily."

He also found the young man's face blindness quite troublesome.

Seeing that he had moved on from the matter, Jiang Xiyu smiled wryly.

He thought for a moment, then made a seemingly innocent request: "Ashu, may I touch your face?"

"I want to know what you look like, I want to get to know you..."

Shen Xiushu stared at him for a long while, and when he saw that no one was around, he gave a curt "hmm" as a sign of agreement.

Jiang Xiyu traced the outline of Shen Xiushu's face with her fingertips, only lightly outlining it.

He was very close.

Shen Xiushu looked down at him, his eyes reflecting his figure. The figure lingered in his pupils for so long that the expression in his eyes became complicated.

The shadows on the ground drew closer, and after they overlapped, Jiang Xiyu looked down at them, gave a slight sarcastic remark, and stopped.

In that instant, the night wind carried a chill, and the rustling leaves disturbed the ambiguous shadows cast on the ground.

The trembling leaves finally drifted down, carried away by the cold wind to a distance.

Shen Jingtan sat in the car, her whole being seemingly blending into the darkness.

He coldly watched the young man's intimate scene with someone, his brows suddenly furrowing deeply, feeling as if the air in the car was suffocating.

He stared for a long time before his fingertips, which had been frozen in place, finally twitched.

The car window slowly rolled up, shutting out the drifting leaf.

It clung to the car window, slowly tracing the man's calm profile as it slid down.

The driver turned around and inexplicably felt that the car's heater had been blown away by the cold air.

An indescribable aura pressed down, deep and slow, yet exceptionally forceful and compelling.

Seeing that the person in the back seat remained motionless, the driver hesitated and called out, "Sir?"

Shen Jingtan then raised her eyes and, with a normal expression, gestured for him to drive.

The driver, however, felt that the man seemed angry.

To be honest, in all the years he had worked at the Shen residence, he had never seen Mr. Shen angry.

The moment Mr. Ke coldly raised his eyes, he felt that Mr. Ke was truly angry.

It was hard to describe the expression on the man's face, but it was an expression he had never seen on the man's face before.

As the car drove through the desolate city, Shen Jingtan watched with a blank expression.

The fleeting afterimages outside the window brushed past his shoulder and the gifts on the seat next to him.

The item was still there, but Shen Jingtan had lost all interest in knowing what was inside.

……

When the car arrived at the Shen residence, after Shen Jingtan got out, the driver noticed a gift left on the seat. Just as he was about to pick it up and chase after her, he saw Shen Jingtan suddenly stop and glance at the bag in his hand.

Even though the snow had stopped, it still sent chills down my spine.

The driver hesitated for a moment, just about to say something.

Shen Jingtan had already stepped inside.

Only after his figure disappeared did the butler turn to look at the driver.

Having worked at the Shen residence for a long time, he could almost perfectly guess Shen Jingtan's expression and said, "What's wrong, sir? You don't seem very happy."

The driver held the gift bag but couldn't explain why.

Actually, I just dropped off a young man, and then the car stayed there for a while...

The butler knew he wouldn't get any answers, so he gestured to the driver to give him the gift bag.

Last time it was a lighter, I really don't know what it will be this time.

The housekeeper took the gift bag upstairs and waited for half an hour before knocking on the door of Shen Jingtan's study.

Shen Jingtan was sitting at the tea table enjoying her tea when she saw him coming over with a gift, but she didn't say anything.

The butler carefully placed the gift down, then looked at Shen Jingtan's face, unable to discern his current emotions.

Because Shen Jingtan's emotions always seemed stable and calm, rarely showing outward signs.

The butler noticed a clue in the tea in his cup.

He took the initiative to walk over and brewed tea for Shen Jingtan again, replacing the cup in front of him.

The tea was dark in color and even had a faint bitter smell.

After the housekeeper finished arranging everything, he didn't ask any more questions, quietly closed the door, and left.

Shen Jingtan coughed softly, her voice deep and hoarse.

After a long while, he turned his head slightly to look at the crabapple tree outside the window that had not yet blossomed.

He prefers to nurture flowers slowly and gently, but seeing no flowers bloom now, he felt inexplicably irritable.

The night outside was dark and the wind was cold, blowing gently over Shen Jingtan, but even so, it did not quell the anger in his heart.

He rarely gets angry, and his emotions rarely fluctuate like this.

When she came to her senses, Shen Jingtan suddenly realized that she shouldn't have been soft-hearted at that moment.

Even though she knew perfectly well that the young man was dependent on Shen Xiushu, and even though she knew that the relationship between the two of them could not be clear, she still stayed there and finished reading.

In a moment of emotion, Shen Jingtan suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous.

He rubbed the lighter in his hand for a long time, but it still wouldn't warm up.

Finally, he picked up the cup of tea, took a sip, and stared intently out the window, his gaze unfocused and unsure of what he was thinking. He spent the entire night holding that cup of tea, gazing at the crabapple blossoms outside the window.

As dawn approached, he wearily pinched the bridge of his nose, as if laughing at the crabapple blossoms, or perhaps at himself.

So it turns out, patience can be exhausted in just one night...