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

In an instant, a ripple seemed to appear in Shen Jingtan's calm and composed eyes.

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on the young man's crimson lips.

That tentative touch, seemingly close yet distant, made Shen Jingtan's heart feel as if a corner of it had inexplicably collapsed.

He thought Jiang Xiyu must be drunk, because when he was sober, the young man would not, and dared not, make such an offensive yet incredibly seductive move towards him.

Shen Jingtan's expression remained unchanged. He stared at Jiang Xiyu for a long time, then his fingertips neither took the initiative nor refused, letting the other party linger.

At this moment, he looked like an elder holding a child, doting and indulging the other's actions, yet his expression hidden in the shadows was so profound.

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly became very subtle, while it sounded like it was raining outside the window, with the sound of rain seeping in through the window.

Jiang Xiyu tried very hard to please him, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, her vulnerable posture making people feel sorry for her.

He seemed unaware of what he was doing, his eyes closed and his expression docile, only his long eyelashes occasionally trembling with unease made him look somewhat shy.

Then he reached out, seemingly unsatisfied, wanting to reach for the person looking down at him.

Shen Jingtan calmly watched as he pulled his suit out of shape, creating wrinkles. When the young man hesitated one last time, Shen Jingtan slightly lifted her leg, reached out and scooped him up, holding him on her lap.

Jiang Xiyu was forced to keep her eyes half-open, sitting on the man's lap, somewhat unable to react.

He sat quietly, like a delicate doll, his eyes fixed on Shen Jingtan, blinking occasionally.

In those moist eyes, a corner of the heart caved in, and the flesh gradually softened.

Only when the softness filled her senses did Shen Jingtan's expression finally change, and she seemed to chuckle softly.

He reached out and gently and lovingly stroked Jiang Xiyu's face, his fingertips tracing from his eyebrows and eyes to his chin, finally resting on his Adam's apple.

A very shallow, almost invisible damp mark.

Shen Jingtan copied it, and then returned it all to him.

He has truly beautiful features, as if he's been adorned with rouge, and especially with his well-behaved appearance, it's easy to soften one's heart and make it hard to refuse him.

Shen Jingtan doesn't actually believe in fate, nor does she believe in so-called "love at first sight".

It wasn't until later, when she belatedly developed feelings for the young man, that she realized that relationships between people do indeed require a certain amount of just the right coincidence and fate.

For example, the appearance of a young man, his gentle personality, and his perfectly memorable appearance.

These connections are like hidden red threads; they are inconspicuous, yet they can make Shen Jingtan think of him at different times.

If you think too much, even the most detached person will inevitably have their mind captivated by others.

Therefore, Shen Jingtan inexplicably did not refuse Jiang Xiyu's advances earlier. However, the second time, when the young man sat quietly on her lap and tried to rub his face against her hand with a look of affection, Shen Jingtan came to her senses and grabbed his arm to stop him.

Jiang Xiyu gave a disgruntled snort, her mind hazy with drunkenness.

Shen Jingtan stared at him, then suddenly her tone turned cold as she asked, "Would you treat Shen Xiushu like this when you're drunk?"

Jiang Xiyu reacted unusually slowly.

He seemed completely unable to think straight, a little dazed, but also quite adorable.

Whether he recognized her or not, he didn't answer Shen Jingtan's questions.

He even yawned a little sleepily later, and after the yawn subsided, his eyes welled up with tears.

When Shen Jingtan met those moist eyes, his calm demeanor concealed a turbulent undercurrent, a turbulence tinged with coldness.

After a long while, he received no reply. Suddenly, he remembered the intimate scene he had witnessed downstairs at the apartment building, and the pent-up frustration in his heart surged up again without warning.

Shen Jingtan loosened her tie a little.

As Jiang Xiyu obediently blinked at him, Shen Jingtan suddenly lifted his chin, stared intently into his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Who am I?"

There was no emotion in his words.

Jiang Xiyu smiled at him obliviously, in her habitually ingratiating manner.

Shen Jingtan gazed at him for a long time, and finally sighed softly. He patted the young man's back and asked again in a gentle tone.

Jiang Xiyu was finally coaxed into opening her mouth.

Shen Jingtan seemed to have read his lip movements and stopped Jiang Xiyu from calling out the name he was about to use.

Suddenly, he interrupted with a faint smile, but his eyes were devoid of any warmth: "Good boy, you don't need to say anything."

He doesn't want to hear it even if I tell him.

Jiang Xiyu nodded obediently, her breath lightly landing on Shen Jingtan's palm.

This silent punishment lasted for quite a while, until Jiang Xiyu felt he couldn't breathe anymore, before Shen Jingtan softly called his name: "Xiyu".

"You're such a good girl."

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes, appearing neither drunk nor sober.

He reached out and tried to put his arm around Shen Jingtan's neck, as if he wanted to lean on him to sleep.

Shen Jingtan forbade him to move, making him look at her almost like an interrogation.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes immediately looked aggrieved.

Shen Jingtan looked slowly and smiled, a smile that seemed to indicate compromise and a lack of recourse against the other party.

He released Jiang Xiyu's grip, letting him wrap his arms around his neck.

Jiang Xiyu finally got his wish. He affectionately nuzzled Shen Jingtan, treating him as his favorite person.

At such close range, Shen Jingtan only needed to lower her head slightly to bring her nose close to Jiang Xiyu's.

The way it rubbed against its owner, like a cat, along with the faint scent of wine.

Shen Jingtan sighed inwardly and looked up at herself through the car window.

The feigned gentleness was gone from those deep eyes; now, that glance was sharp and contained undisguised danger.

But the person in his arms was completely unaware.

Shen Jingtan looked at him for a moment, then lowered her eyes again, continuing to gaze tenderly at the person in her arms.

Jiang Xiyu noticed his movement, smiled slightly, turned her head, and kissed the man's neck lightly, as if a leaf had fallen, so light that it would hardly leave a trace.

Shen Jingtan lifted her eyelids, lowered her head slightly, and moved closer, almost touching Jiang Xiyu's nose.

Jiang Xiyu swallowed hard for a moment, then dared not move for fear of being discovered.

Shen Jingtan's gaze was as intense as if she were spying on her prey, but her tone was completely different—gentle and friendly.

He sighed softly, as if giving a lecture, and told Jiang Xiyu, "Good child, you've crossed the line."

Jiang Xiyu looked at him with some confusion, her pupils dark and bright.

As he seemed to fall into the gentle embrace woven by the man, he swallowed hard and gently licked his thin lips.

Shen Jingtan noticed his reaction and smiled gently: "If you remember when you wake up, will you cry?"

Jiang Xiyu's mind had stopped working; she merely poked her tongue out, as if making a silent plea.

It was as if the fragrance from the window had once again wafted to Shen Jingtan's nose; at this moment, the crabapple blossoms were in full bloom, vibrant and fragrant.

It attracts people to pick it, to cherish it, and then to break it off the branch.

But Shen Jingtan deliberately did not do that.

He won't actively cross this line; he wants young people to tear it down.

What he wanted at that moment wasn't coercion or enticement, but rather for the other party to willingly reveal their true nature.

"Be good."

As Shen Jingtan spoke, her hand slowly clasped Jiang Xiyu's head.

His gaze seemed to encourage the young man to take the initiative, encouraging the crabapple to willingly fall into his palm.

During the long wait, even when her patience was about to break, Shen Jingtan remained calm and composed.

Finally, after Jiang Xiyu took the initiative to come closer and cross the line.

Shen Jingtan smiled gracefully, lowered her head, and kissed him.