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

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips curled slightly, then she politely told him to let him decide.

Shen Jingtan raised her eyes slightly, said nothing, and lit the fire for him.

Jiang Xiyu noticed out of the corner of his eye that the dishes Shen Jingtan ordered did not touch any of his dietary restrictions; on the contrary, they were quite to his liking.

But when it came time to choose a drink, Shen Jingtan stopped and said, "Would you like to choose one?"

That page was full of expensive wines.

Jiang Xiyu swallowed hard, then passed the buck back to Shen Jingtan, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Mr. Shen, you should choose."

Shen Jingtan suppressed the curve of her lips and chose a bottle that wouldn't make her drunk.

While waiting for the food to be served, Shen Jingtan asked Jiang Xiyu about the movie he was filming.

Jiang Xiyu was still quite interested in talking about her work.

Shen Jingtan listened quietly, only occasionally glancing at Jiang Xiyu, when a smile seemed to appear in her eyes.

As they spoke, the slightly tense atmosphere gradually eased, and the air seemed to slow down.

After all the dishes were served, Jiang Xiyu raised her glass to thank Shen Jingtan for the invitation.

Shen Jingtan was in a good mood and clinked glasses with him.

The two chatted casually, and Shen Jingtan listened as usual. He used to think he liked quiet, but now, listening to the young man's gentle voice, Shen Jingtan inexplicably felt that this kind of quiet was also quite nice.

It is different from the stillness of being alone. This stillness is like the gentle ripples spreading across a lake, silent and still, yet it makes one want to cherish it.

Shen Jingtan's gaze fell on his face, and it was very direct.

Jiang Xiyu felt her cheek getting hot, but pretended not to notice.

He didn't know what to say, but just smiled slightly and got up to serve Shen Jingtan a bowl of soup.

But at this moment, soup also carries an ambiguous meaning for Jiang Xiyu.

He hesitated for a moment, his hand brushing past the soup, but instead he wanted to peel crab for Shen Jingtan.

But Shen Jingtan stopped him when his hand touched the crab.

Shen Jingtan looked at him and said, "I'll do it."

Jiang Xiyu assumed he wanted to peel it himself, so he nodded and sat down again.

So Shen Jingtan peeled the crab, but the peeled crab meat was ultimately placed in front of Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu paused, feeling it wasn't right to have Shen Jingtan peel the crab for him.

Just as he was about to say something, Shen Jingtan whispered to him, "Try it."

Jiang Xiyu did not move.

Shen Jingtan seemed oblivious to his embarrassment. Seeing that he didn't move, she gently and patiently asked him, "Don't you like it?"

He likes it.

Shen Jingtan had already thoroughly investigated the young man's interests.

"I like it." Jiang Xiyu couldn't refuse.

He felt that if he refused again, Shen Jingtan would probably feed him herself.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and smiled, then gently smiled and said thank you.

After finishing her meal, Shen Jingtan showed no intention of leaving.

He asked Jiang Xiyu if she was in a hurry to leave.

Jiang Xiyu felt it was still early and said there was no rush.

Shen Jingtan took the initiative to ask him about the subsequent arrangements, even though he knew Jiang Xiyu's schedule very well.

Jiang Xiyu was unaware of this; he had simply mentioned without warning that his upcoming schedule might be related to filming.

Shen Jingtan frowned slightly, her voice filled with concern like that of an elder: "Won't this be very tiring?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head, smiled at him, and said, "It's alright, I really enjoy this fulfilling life."

"You really enjoy acting?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled faintly and remained silent.

Shen Jingtan said, "No matter how much you like it, you should relax properly."

Jiang Xiyu seemed to have taken his opinion to heart and hummed in agreement.

However, Shen Jingtan was very clear about the reason why he worked so hard.

Firstly, because Jiang Xiyu's mother needed expensive medical treatment, and secondly, because Jiang Xiyu valued her future very much.

So he asked, "Did you follow Xiushu back then because of your mother?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at him nervously, her eyes seemingly showing some embarrassment.

Shen Jingtan showed no disdain for him; on the contrary, his expression had softened considerably.

After a long pause, he sighed softly, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean anything by it. If it made you uncomfortable, I won't say anything more."

Jiang Xiyu slowly lowered her head, acknowledging that she did it for her mother.

Seeing that he was not resistant, Shen Jingtan spoke in a kind tone as if she were coaxing a lost cat: "I can help you with your mother's illness, and I can also help you with your future in the entertainment industry."

"So, do you understand... what I mean?"

Almost the instant he uttered those words, Jiang Xiyu looked up at him, interrupting him with a trembling voice: "Mr. Shen..."

Because he knew the premise behind the man's conditions, he didn't want to hear what followed.

"Mr. Shen, didn't you not object to my relationship with Ashu?" Jiang Xiyu said with difficulty, "You know, I have feelings for Ashu..."

Shen Jingtan interrupted him, her deep eyes darkening slightly before she laughed, "I know, but Xi Yu, you're a smart kid, you should know that there's no future for you and him."

Even if Shen Xiushu were willing, his sister-in-law would absolutely not agree.

So, Shen Jingtan changed the subject and talked about Shen Xiushu's past.

Jiang Xiyu was unaware of Shen Xiushu's past. He was somewhat surprised to hear that his father had passed away long ago, but then he felt a pang of disappointment when he heard about Shen's mother's demands on Shen Xiushu.

The gap between him and Shen Xiushu was too great.

Shen Jingtan wanted him to clearly understand this point.

As if something had been touched upon that he least wanted to think about, Jiang Xiyu began to become restless, and his eyes seemed to be unconsciously reddening.

Seeing that his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, Shen Jingtan felt a sudden surge of pity for him.

He sighed, raised his hand and stroked Jiang Xiyu's long hair with his fingertips, his tone as tender as that night: "Alright, don't cry, okay?"

If you insist on continuing, you'll be heartbroken.

At this moment, Shen Jingtan wished that Jiang Xiyu could be a little more vulgar, like the parasitic vine that is most adept at socializing yet ruthless in the world of fame and fortune, so that he could abandon this one and choose a better branch.

"If you don't want to, I won't say anything more." Shen Jingtan said softly, her tone gentle and coaxing: "You know, I won't force you if you don't want to, after all, I like you so much."