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

The day before Jiang Yun came to help Jiang Xiyu pack his things, and mentioned that Shen Xiushu had given him a lot of resources.

Jiang Xiyu knew that it was just the other party's guilt acting up.

At first, he couldn't understand why he should spend so much money even if he broke his promise. But over the next two days, he gradually realized that there was only one explanation for his guilt.

Men only act this way when they've done something akin to betrayal.

However, Jiang Xiyu was happy to see this happen, because his original intention was to take advantage of Shen Xiushu's sense of guilt.

He accepted all the resources that Shen Xiushu had invested money in.

This means that he will be very busy for the next year.

Jiang Yun thought he was courting death, but Jiang Xiyu just smiled.

In this industry, it's difficult to succeed without a powerful backer, and you're also easily suppressed by capital. So, when you have a backer, strive to climb up the ladder until you become part of that capital yourself.

After Jiang Yun finished packing, Jiang Xiyu remembered that her script was still in the dressing room.

As he walked over to get it, he saw the suit and tie and suddenly remembered the gift he had prepared for Shen Xiushu.

He bought it a long time ago but never gave it away, and in the end, he left it in Shen Jingtan's car.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment, then put down the script and took the phone to the balcony.

He looked at the number on the screen, hesitating whether to call.

Although the phone number was given to him by Shen Jingtan, the significance of him making the call is different from the other party making the call.

Besides, it's really inappropriate to bother someone who's so busy with such trivial matters.

Jiang Xiyu pondered for a long time, a slight twitch at the corner of her lips, and finally decided to buy another one when she had time.

Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, Shen Jingtan's private number called.

Jiang Xiyu confirmed it twice, then, realizing she didn't want the other person to wait too long, she put the phone to her ear to answer it.

"Mr. Shen."

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jiang Xiyu?"

The voice that came through the phone was that of a completely unfamiliar yet respectful middle-aged man.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then said, "Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I am Mr. Shen's driver. Your belongings were left in Mr. Shen's car. When are you free so I can deliver them to you?"

"Thank you for your trouble." Jiang Xiyu said apologetically, then told him that he could deliver it right away.

Because he was leaving soon.

"Okay, please wait a moment," the driver said politely.

The call wasn't immediately disconnected. Jiang Xiyu waited a moment, and just as she was about to hang up herself, she vaguely heard a man's low cough.

Over the phone, Jiang Xiyu wasn't sure if she had misheard.

The main thing is that the sound felt both very close and very far away.

He listened for a while, and when he heard no more sound, he hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, a familiar Maybach came into Jiang Xiyu's view.

He stood under the tree ten minutes early and waited. When the car arrived, he walked over on his own initiative.

The driver got out of the driver's seat, then opened the back seat, took out the gift bag, and handed it to Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu accepted it and thanked him.

Just as I was about to grab my things and turn to leave, I heard a faint, low, muffled cough coming from inside the car.

Although the sound on the phone was distorted, it was the same as this one.

Jiang Xiyu was very familiar with the situation, but also somewhat surprised.

He initially thought it was just the driver bringing him something, so he didn't even glance at the back seat. Little did he know that Shen Jingtan was there too.

Jiang Xiyu stopped in her tracks, her gaze seemingly trying to peer through the blacked-out car window.

Seeing that he didn't move, the driver reminded him, "Mr. Shen is inside."

Jiang Xiyu then took the initiative to walk over and lean down slightly to look into the car.

The man's tall figure was perfectly accentuated by the tailored suit. He sat there with his shirt folded, exuding a dignified and composed air, his entire demeanor pleasing from head to toe...

How can I describe that feeling?

Jiang Xiyu used to recognize Shen Jingtan not only because of the sandalwood bracelet on his wrist, but also because he was attracted by Shen Jingtan's gentle yet chilly aura.

He couldn't scrutinize the other person's face too closely, but today, the man in the car seemed to have deliberately toned down his noble and imposing aura, making it impossible not to notice his face.

Even though Jiang Xiyu suffers from prosopagnosia, she subconsciously looks at his face.

I've never touched it, so I don't know what it looks like.

But Jiang Xiyu felt that the man must be extremely handsome and elegant at that moment.

Shedding the aloof aura of a superior, his innate gentleness and elegance made him resemble a porcelain statue, ascetic and holy, drawing people to him.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly for a long time, still bent over.

Shen Jingtan turned her head to look at him, and after a long while, she suddenly chuckled softly and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Realizing she had been staring at the other person's face for too long, Jiang Xiyu said somewhat embarrassedly, "How could it be that Mr. Shen, you came to deliver it personally?"

It's so different.

He felt completely different from when he had met him before.

It's like a piece of cold, precious celadon porcelain emerging from glass, gleaming with a soft light.

Shen Jingtan's faint smile lingered, as if he was savoring the young man's stunned expression just now because of him. After a moment, he finally spoke: "I just need to go to the company."

The man's voice was hoarse and lower than usual.

Jiang Xiyu sensed something was wrong with him, but still politely said, "Thank you so much."

As he spoke, he wanted to confirm that something was wrong, and couldn't help but steal another glance at Shen Jingtan.

Shen Jingtan keenly caught that gaze, her throat moved slightly, and she coughed lightly with her fist to her lips.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze froze, and she called out softly, "Mr. Shen? Are you ill?"

No wonder I felt different; I was sick.

The weather is sunny during the day, but that only gives people a false sense of warmth. In reality, the temperature is still quite low, and it's easy to catch a cold or get sick if you're not careful.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but ask again, "Mr. Shen, do you have a cold?"

Shen Jingtan gave a nonchalant "hmm," then said very softly, "Maybe she caught a chill from the wind..."

He was so distinguished that he was followed by several cars and people whenever he went out. What wind could possibly blow him away?

Jiang Xiyu was also curious, but she remained tactful and said in a considerate tone, "Mr. Shen, please take care of your health."

Shen Jingtan didn't speak, but looked at him slowly and deeply for a while.

Jiang Xiyu's thoughts were focused on his cold. After thinking for a moment, she asked with concern, "Mr. Shen, have you taken any medicine? Do you feel unwell anywhere? Should we go to the hospital?"

Shen Jingtan listened to those words of concern but did not reply immediately.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, looking rather tired and having a headache.

After a long pause, he asked, with a cryptic tone, pursing his lips as if in a smile, "Are you concerned about me?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded subconsciously.

"Alright, I'm fine," Shen Jingtan said gently. "Aren't you supposed to be joining the crew today? Go on, don't be late."

Jiang Xiyu had no doubt as to why the man knew so much about his whereabouts, but since he had already spoken, she couldn't continue to inquire. In the end, she simply obediently said to Shen Jingtan, "Goodbye, Mr. Shen."

"Mm." Shen Jingtan replied casually in a soft voice, "See you next time."