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

He pondered for a moment, then signaled the driver to stop the car. Only after the car had come to a complete stop on the side of the road did Shen Jingtan take the initiative to make the call.

The phone rang several times before being answered. When it was finally connected, the young man's voice came through, not his usual gentle and clear one, but with a slightly hoarse and husky quality.

That makes sense; it seems he filmed a crying scene, which is why his voice became hoarse.

Shen Jingtan thought expressionlessly.

Jiang Xiyu said "Hello".

Shen Jingtan did not respond immediately.

Jiang Xiyu called out hesitantly, "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Jingtan then spoke, her voice somewhat soft: "Xi Yu..."

The soft, gentle whispers sounded as if squeezed from cotton wool, an indescribable tenderness, so tender it was almost unreal.

Yet, his voice carried an indescribable languid tone, as if the person were right next to you.

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously rubbed his ear and said politely and with surprise, "Mr. Shen, why did you call me? Is there something you need?"

There was no one else in the car, so the young man's voice was played aloud.

Shen Jingtan heard every word clearly. He closed his eyes briefly, his expression restrained in the dim light.

After a silence of about ten seconds, he seemed to realize what had happened and said, half-drunk, that he thought he had made a mistake.

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

"Is that so? Then I'll stop using the line for now," Jiang Xiyu said understandingly.

Shen Jingtan pressed her temples, and before he died, she hissed as if in some pain.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu asked with concern, "What's wrong, Mr. Shen?"

"I have a headache."

His tone was no longer as sober as it used to be; it sounded like he was drunk.

Jiang Xiyu quickly asked him with concern if he had been drinking.

Shen Jingtan, however, gave an irrelevant answer, saying that she was not drunk.

Those who are drunk all claim they are not drunk.

Shen Jingtan knew, and Jiang Xiyu knew too.

He asked Shen Jingtan if her head hurt.

Shen Jingtan said calmly, "A little."

Last time, Shen Jingtan was a little drunk in the car and had a headache, so Jiang Xiyu massaged his acupoints.

This time, Jiang Xiyu followed the same approach and offered a suggestion: "If Mr. Shen has a severe headache, you can try the acupoints I pressed for you last time. That might provide some relief."

Shen Jingtan seemed confused and asked him calmly, "What acupoints?"

Jiang Xiyu explained, "It's the Neiguan acupoint on your wrist, Mr. Shen, and you can also try pressing the outside of your ring finger."

Shen Jingtan seemed not to have heard her clearly this time: "Press where?"

Jiang Xiyu patiently repeated it again.

Shen Jingtan was silent for a while, then lowered her voice and said, "Never mind, I don't know much about these acupoints."

Seeing him so drunk, Jiang Xiyu was unusually perplexed.

However, he quickly came up with a solution.

But while he was trying to stay silent, Shen Jingtan thought he was speechless.

He paused for a moment, then gracefully lowered himself and said, "I'm sorry to bother you so late. I might be a little drunk. I apologize."

Jiang Xiyu was slightly taken aback. She couldn't accept the man's tone and quickly replied, "No, no, Mr. Shen didn't bother me. I just happen to be free right now."

Shen Jingtan asked slowly and deliberately, "Aren't you busy filming?"

Jiang Xiyu fiddled with the dried flowers on the dressing table, her voice tinged with a smile: "We're done for today."

Jiang Xiyu discovered the flower after returning to her RV when someone from the film crew visited the set.

It's unclear who gave it to him, but Jiang Xiyu was the only one in the entire crew to have one.

He didn't tell anyone about receiving the flowers. Later, when he discovered that all the gifts the entire crew received were from the 'TREASURE' brand, Jiang Xiyu roughly guessed who it was.

However, he pretended not to know, because the man didn't want him to know, so Jiang Xiyu pretended not to know either.

Shen Jingtan hummed in agreement and remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, then took a picture of her hand and thoughtfully edited it, circling the areas that needed to be pressed.

Shen Jingtan received the photo sent via text message. He looked at the slender white hands in the photo, and the forearm with dark blue veins faintly visible.

For a moment, Shen Jingtan seemed to chuckle, but the chuckle was so soft that it didn't travel through the phone.

Jiang Xiyu told him somewhat embarrassedly that he should just press the area he had circled.

Shen Jingtan smiled, but her tone was serious: "Okay, I understand, thank you, Xi Yu."

He didn't put himself in a very high position.

Hearing the thank you, Jiang Xiyu humbly replied, "I hope I can help you, Mr. Shen."

Shen Jingtan said in an unclear voice, "You helped me, Xi Yu."

After saying that, Jiang Xiyu could clearly feel that the other person's mood had improved.

His lips curled up slightly, a silent smile playing on his lips.

The faint sound of clothes rustling could be heard over the phone. Jiang Xiyu listened quietly without disturbing the conversation.

Shen Jingtan didn't seem to care whether the call was over or not; she was just doing what Jiang Xiyu had told her to alleviate her so-called drunkenness.

The car was quiet, so you could faintly hear the young man's shallow breathing.

Shen Jingtan pressed the button once and then stopped. He looked at the phone screen, which was still showing the call status, and suddenly became serious, asking softly how much pressure to use.

Jiang Xiyu listened attentively and answered him immediately, saying that as long as his head felt relieved, the pressure was about right.

Shen Jingtan gave a vague "hmm," looked at the dim streetlights outside the car window, and after a long while, said to Jiang Xiyu, "Thank you for your trouble."

Older men are good at lowering their own attitude, making those who talk to them unconsciously relieve their pressure.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and replied, "It's no trouble at all, Mr. Shen."

Hearing his gentle voice, and noticing the barely concealed hoarseness, Shen Jingtan asked softly, "Did you cry?"

A very subtle question.

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback for a moment, then explained that she had filmed a crying scene.

Shen Jingtan spoke with the air of a concerned elder, her tone devoid of emotion: "Take care of your voice, Xi Yu."

Jiang Xiyu obediently replied, "Okay, I will."

He waited a while longer, and seeing that Shen Jingtan didn't intend to hang up, he took the initiative to say, "Mr. Shen, I'll go remove my makeup first."

Seeing that he had something to do, Shen Jingtan casually agreed, "Okay, go ahead."

Jiang Xiyu maintained her politeness: "Then please hang up first, Mr. Shen."

Shen Jingtan smiled and said gently, "Okay."

Once the call ended, the car fell silent again.

Shen Jingtan's phone screen was still showing the photo sent by Jiang Xiyu.

Shen Jingtan scrutinized those long, slender hands for a long time.

She's beautiful, so beautiful that every curve is both casual and sexy. Her skin is very fair; if you exert force, even her fingertips will probably turn pink.

The purer something is, the easier it is for those in positions of power to develop a desire to defile it.

After a long while, the screen's light dimmed for a moment.

Shen Jingtan's gaze, looking down from above, seemed strangely profound at that moment.

Seeing the car window roll down, the secretary and driver understood and went over.

The car headed back towards the Shen residence when Shen Jingtan suddenly ordered, "Get some Sichuan fritillary bulb and snow pear syrup and send it over."

The secretary had sent flowers last time, and knowing full well who the throat medicine was for this time, she quickly agreed.

Shen Jingtan seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'll also send you a crabapple tree."