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

It's not deep or forceful; it's a test, and also gives someone a chance to back down.

It wasn't until the youthful awkwardness made it impossible for him to maintain his composure that Shen Jingtan finally embraced him completely.

Time flows slowly and carefully.

A tender, gentle kiss.

Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes and obediently accepted, exchanging blows with him.

Shen Jingtan looked at him intently, not wanting to miss a single expression, until finally, a satisfied smile appeared in his lowered eyes.

He then tightly wrapped his arms around Jiang Xiyu's waist, pinched his chin, and began to instruct him.

Jiang Xiyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he became the very obedient student.

The scenery outside the car window kept changing, but the ambiguous figures reflected in the mirror remained largely the same.

The streetlights flickered on and off, illuminating the warmth inside the car as it rose and fell.

This is a driving route with no end.

Just as Shen Jingtan had anticipated, he didn't mind if the other party took a detour, as long as the destination was with him, everything else was insignificant.

After all, the young man's appearance in his sight was purely accidental, and he couldn't scare him away in such a chance encounter.

However, after witnessing Jiang Xiyu's intimacy with others, Shen Jingtan felt that she had run out of patience and hoped that Jiang Xiyu could take the initiative to realize the truth about his relationship with Shen Xiushu.

Otherwise, disobedient children will shed tears.

Although it would be beautiful for such a pretty face to shed tears, Shen Jingtan couldn't bear to see her actually cry.

But when Jiang Xiyu's eyes welled up with suffocating tears, the old man did not feel sorry for him. Instead, he smiled and looked at him for a long time before finally pulling him close when Jiang Xiyu was about to fall asleep.

The next day, Jiang Xiyu woke up close to noon.

With a hangover still throbbing in his head, Jiang Xiyu lay on the bed for a while longer before he finally sobered up a bit.

He sat up and looked around, realizing that he seemed to be in a hotel suite, but there was no sign of anyone sleeping next to him.

Jiang Xiyu thought about what happened last night, but she really couldn't remember how she got to this hotel.

However, this was not an important matter, and Jiang Xiyu got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The face in the mirror was very pale, so the lips appeared very red.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly for a moment, and some memories suddenly surfaced. He quickly washed his face with cold water.

When I came out of the shower, there were brand new clothes on the bed.

Jiang Xiyu was a little confused, so she changed her clothes before leaving the room.

Shen Jingtan was still there, sitting upright on the sofa. Hearing footsteps, he turned around and glanced at Jiang Xiyu. Seeing the young man's fair skin and red lips, he raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly and said gently to Jiang Xiyu, "Come here."

Jiang Xiyu did not go over immediately, but waited for a while before obediently walking towards Shen Jingtan.

Shen Jingtan gestured for him to sit down next to her.

Jiang Xiyu did not sit down, but maintained a suitable distance, asking in a questioning tone, "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Jingtan's gaze paused for a moment, her expression subtle and complex.

Jiang Xiyu looked at Shen Jingtan and said politely, "Did Mr. Shen bring me here?"

Shen Jingtan stared into his eyes for a long while, then gave a soft "hmm".

The young man showed no sign of distress, remaining as polite as ever, as if he had forgotten the intimacy of the previous night.

Shen Jingtan looked at him for a while and noticed that his hands were trembling slightly. She felt a little helpless but didn't say anything. She just asked him if his head still hurt.

Jiang Xiyu shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He spoke those polite, platitudes, but he didn't dare look at Shen Jingtan at one point.

Shen Jingtan chuckled slightly but didn't reply.

Only after someone brought lunch did he gesture for Jiang Xiyu to come and eat.

Jiang Xiyu was indeed hungry and did not refuse.

Shen Jingtan, however, had little appetite. He watched Jiang Xiyu eat quietly, and then poured him a glass of water when he choked.

Jiang Xiyu originally intended to pour it herself, but when she went to pour it, she happened to touch Shen Jingtan's hand.

He paused for a moment, then abruptly pulled back.

Shen Jingtan didn't mind, but said meaningfully, "You'll be thirsty after drinking. Are you sober yet?"

As he spoke, he pushed the water glass toward Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu nodded, drank a glass of water, and said she was awake.

Shen Jingtan smiled faintly, her tone firm: "I don't think you're awake yet."

These words made Jiang Xiyu's fingertips tremble slightly.

He slowly raised his head to look at Shen Jingtan, unsure of what to say.

Just then, the phone on the table suddenly started vibrating rapidly.

Last night, after Jiang Xiyu was taken away by Shen Jingtan, the secretary also took Ning Qing to deal with the matter in the private room.

This whole thing turned out quite unpleasant, and the investors were angry but dared not speak out.

They hadn't expected a minor celebrity to have such powerful connections, so their hurled insults as they left were somewhat contemptuous and harsh.

These rumors reached Shen Xiushu's ears. When he saw Ning Qing, who was the last to come out of the private room, he instructed his secretary to call him over.

The secretary briefly mentioned Shen Xiushu's identity to Ning Qing. Ning Qing didn't remember ever offending such an important figure. He didn't want to go, but he couldn't refuse.

Until she saw him, she felt a sense of familiarity with him, a familiarity that came from the man who had taken Jiang Xiyu away.

Shen Xiushu wasn't in the mood to talk to him much, and only asked him what had happened to Jiang Xiyu.

Ning Qing was confused, but she still explained what happened in the private room last night.

After listening, Shen Xiushu frowned and asked, "He's drunk. Where is he?"

Ning Qing said, "They took me away."

Shen Xiushu narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice, "Who?"

Ning Qing hesitated and said, "That person said he was Xi Yu's uncle."

Jiang Xiyu doesn't have any uncle. Shen Xiushu understood almost instantly that the only person who could handle these matters and take Jiang Xiyu away from here was his uncle.

He didn't like Jiang Xiyu having any contact with his uncle.

He had a lingering question in his mind ever since the last incident.

Hearing that the person had been taken away, he put aside his plans to see his elders off and, unable to resist, called Shen Jingtan from somewhere else.

……

Shen Jingtan quickly glanced at the caller ID, and paused in her hand movements.

He slightly curled the corners of his lips, his gaze falling on Jiang Xiyu, and then said, "It seems my nephew cares about you a lot."

The word 'nephew' was pronounced a bit heavily.

Shen Jingtan's expression remained gentle as usual, and she sighed again, saying, "However, now that you're sober, his call still came too late."

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips, seemingly nervous.

The phone's vibration sound was like a death knell. Jiang Xiyu looked up and glanced at Shen Jingtan with a slightly pleading look in her eyes.

He didn't want Shen Xiushu to know that he was with him.

Shen Jingtan read this meaning in Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

The smile in his eyes faded slightly, and he stared at Jiang Xiyu expressionlessly.

When Shen Jingtan has no expression, she really gives people a sense of oppression, like someone who has been in a high position for a long time.

The feeling was sharp and intangible. Jiang Xiyu swallowed hard and said, "Then I'll excuse myself."

Shen Jingtan smiled gently again and beckoned him to come to her side.

Jiang Xiyu saw the unyielding look in his eyes. After walking over, she was suddenly grabbed by Shen Jingtan and forced to sit on his lap.

Jiang Xiyu tried to get up, but the phone call was answered.

Shen Xiushu's voice came through the phone.

Shen Jingtan didn't reply, but just smiled at Jiang Xiyu, pressing her index finger against his lips to signal him not to speak.