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

In May, the filming of the movie was almost over, and the director invited everyone to a party. It looked like a reward, but in reality, it was a drinking party with the capital.

Because of the involvement of capital, the location chosen for the banquet was very elegant and classy.

The film crew arrived early; there was no reason to keep the investors waiting.

They all speculated about who the person they were waiting for was, but Jiang Xiyu wasn't particularly interested.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the investors finally arrived.

The director and producer went up to greet them, and then it was their turn to go up and say hello.

A group of good-looking young people stood in the private room, a pleasing sight to behold from afar, especially the quiet, long-haired young man in the very center, who was truly a beauty.

Some investors couldn't help but scrutinize the young man after he came in, and some even used intimate expressions to give him such a title.

The entertainment industry is a cesspool; they've seen plenty of beautiful female and male celebrities. Originally, they wouldn't have been able to invite them to this event, but a few investors saw the young man's photos and suddenly wanted to see him in person.

Unexpectedly, after meeting him in person, I found that the young man was even more handsome than he appeared on camera.

"The director has a really good eye for casting."

The speaker was a slightly overweight middle-aged man in his forties, who was none other than Mr. Yu, the biggest investor in the production team, and the general manager of 'Vision Entertainment'.

Jiang Xiyu extended his hand and greeted him with a forced smile: "Hello, President Yu."

After shaking hands, President Yu did not immediately let go. Instead, he lowered his voice and said to Jiang Xiyu, "I hope to have the opportunity to work with the great star Jiang more often."

Jiang Xiyu immediately withdrew her hand, maintaining a fake smile, and said, "It's my honor."

After he finished speaking, he went to greet the investors behind him.

Mr. Yu narrowed his eyes as he watched his retreating figure.

Cheng Xunyang was standing right next to him, so he heard it too, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

The people in the production crew speculated that the capital behind him was actually Mr. Yu from 'Shiyou'.

He never liked Jiang Xiyu to begin with, and now that he saw President Yu acting this way, how could he not understand?

Once everyone had finished greeting each other and taken their seats, the drinking culture was immediately on full display.

The investor was surrounded by a large entourage, with plenty of people flattering him.

Jiang Xiyu disliked this kind of scene, but it was unavoidable.

He stood up and toasted the investors, drinking several glasses before feeling a bit nauseous.

He doesn't drink much and has a low alcohol tolerance. He only intended to take a small sip, but the investors wouldn't let him off the hook and insisted on watching him finish it.

Ning Qing got up to help him drink, but inevitably faced some difficulties.

Cheng Xunyang had never gotten along with them, and after seeing through the investors' intentions, he always stirred things up with his words.

Seeing this, the director tried to smooth things over, but General Manager Yu said, "If they drink this glass of wine, the subsequent publicity and distribution investment will not be reduced by a single penny. After the TV series is finished filming, everything will be negotiable."

Jiang Xiyu politely gave him face and patiently drank it, until after the next round of drinking, he finally couldn't hold his liquor.

He was sitting far from the investors, but the space in the private room was limited, so their conversation with the director was still heard clearly.

"Young people these days are so sensible. I've seen plenty of celebrities, but I've rarely seen anyone like this."

"The filming period was short, but he looks very promising for the future."

"Yes, she is indeed good-looking. She looks like a leading lady when she stands in front of the camera."

As they spoke, the investor's gaze lingered on Jiang Xiyu, as if he were assessing the value of a commodity. The more he admired her, the more he liked her. Later, emboldened by the alcohol, he sat down next to Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat drunk, but when the person sat down next to her, she still turned around very alertly, her hands hanging at her sides clenched into fists.

He initially gave them a hard time, but they took advantage of his advances. Faced with harassment and malicious attempts to force him to drink, Jiang Xiyu made up an excuse and left the private room.

Seeing that his steps were unsteady, Ning Qing followed him out, worried.

After Jiang Xiyu came out, he didn't plan to go back. He was about to call his agent to pick him up when Ning Qing came over, helped him up, and asked if he was alright.

Jiang Xiyu could barely recognize the person by the voice, but he was so dizzy that he told Ning Qing to take him to the car.

Ning Qing nodded and helped him walk outside.

Jiang Xiyu was, after all, an adult male. Although he looked thin, his weight made it difficult for Ning Qing to support him.

They hadn't gone far when they almost lost their footing. Just as they were about to fall, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled them up.

With a slight effort, Shen Jingtan pulled the person into her arms.

Ning Qing was stunned for a moment, then straightened up.

He looked up and met a pair of deep, calm eyes.

The man had an elegant and mysterious air about him, and Ning Qing recognized him almost instantly.

This is the man who was at the TV station that day, accompanied by a group of bigwigs.

He stared blankly for a long time, almost impolitely.

Shen Jingtan didn't care. Her gaze was only on the hand he was holding Jiang Xiyu. She chuckled and said, "Could you please give me the person?"

That's what he asked, but his eyes held a condescending disdain, more like a chilling warning than a gentle spring breeze.

Ning Qing swallowed nervously, let go of his hand, and then watched as Shen Jingtan hugged him.

Since they were strangers, Ning Qing was still uneasy after letting go.

He asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingtan paused for a moment, then suddenly said without changing her expression, "I am his uncle."

His voice was magnificent and deep, carrying an undeniable sense of authority.

Ning Qing nodded as if she understood, and subconsciously took a step back.

Shen Jingtan looked at Jiang Xiyu's face, which was flushed abnormally, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

He could smell the strong scent of alcohol on the young man.

Shen Jingtan glanced at Ning Qing and asked calmly, "How could you be drunk?"

When Ning Qing heard that he was Jiang Xiyu's uncle, she lowered her guard and told him what had happened in the private room.

He became increasingly conflicted as he spoke, because leaving like this would definitely displease the investors.

The meaning behind this drinking party is obvious just by looking at it.

Shen Jingtan's expression remained unchanged. After listening, she smiled slightly and told him, "It's alright, you can go now."

Ning Qing didn't quite understand.

Shen Jingtan didn't want to explain further, and glanced at the secretary accompanying her with a slightly cold look.

The secretary nodded and stepped forward, gesturing for Ning Qing to follow him.

After the person left with the secretary, Shen Jingtan lowered her eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Xiyu.

He came here as Shen Xiushu's elder to discuss the specifics of the engagement with the He family. After everything was settled, he didn't expect to run into Jiang Xiyu here when he was leaving.

Shen Jingtan saw that there were people around him and originally did not want to come up, but when she saw the young man fall on the other person and the other person could not hold him up, Shen Jingtan came up in time to protect him.

He looked at the young man's face, which showed no sign of being clear-headed or wary, and shook his head slightly as if helpless.

After getting the person into the car, Shen Jingtan instructed the driver to drive, but did not give an address.

The car drove incredibly smoothly in the night, but Jiang Xiyu found it somewhat unbearable.

He opened his eyes slightly in a daze, only to find that there was a double image in front of him, and the place where his head was lying was not very soft.

After repeatedly checking with his eyes, he realized that he was lying on the man's lap.

After a long while, Jiang Xiyu half-raised his eyes, seemingly drunk and confused, and tentatively called out softly, "A-Shu."

The shadow remained motionless for a long time, but finally moved when he heard his shout.

Shen Jingtan's expression was deep as she slowly raised her hand and gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's lips with her fingertips.

The gesture was ambiguous and intimate, like tenderness, yet also like punishment.

wrong.

Shen Jingtan lowered her eyes and silently applied force with her fingertips.

Jiang Xiyu's long eyelashes trembled as she closed her eyes. As her lips moved, her soft tongue darted out slightly, as if in pain or perhaps in a gesture of appeasement, brushing against the man's fingertips.