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

Half an hour later, Shang Shi not only had two rosy cheeks, but also two asymmetrical little pigtails tied with strawberry hair ties at the back of her head.

This is clearly a style for children.

However, this hairstyle, which would normally look childish and cute on a child, was instead crookedly tied by Shang Shi himself. Coupled with his Alpha's incredible height of 1.97 meters, it looked strange and comical no matter how you looked at it.

As expected, Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow in a mocking manner upon seeing it.

The reason he called his assistant in to braid Shang Shi's hair was indeed a moment of panic; it was the only excuse he could come up with in that awkward situation.

After the assistant came in and closed the door, Jiang Xiyu could no longer suppress his anger and, without any politeness, slapped Shang Shi twice loudly before finally kicking him off.

The assistant stood in the corner, completely stunned.

Unexpectedly, Shang Shi was not angry at all, but instead had a smile on his face and asked the young master if his hand hurt from hitting him.

At that moment, the assistant realized that Shang Shi was someone you couldn't hit or scold.

Because if a stranger hits or scolds him, he will really kill them.

But if the young master beats or scolds him, he will feel incredibly good.

Even now, in order to appease the young master, he specially styled his hair like this.

Actually, when he was in the bathroom, his assistant thought his hair was styled really well and looked very nice, but for some reason, he took it off after finishing it and came out looking like this.

It's obvious that he just wanted to cheer up the person he had angered.

Although the man's lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile, his brows betrayed his mockery of the man's appearance.

But in Shang Shi's eyes, even if we take a step back, how can sneer and ridicule not be considered laughter?

As long as you smiled, that's fine.

Shang Shi thought to himself that Jiang Xiyu shouldn't be that angry anymore.

But when he tentatively approached, Jiang Xiyu still didn't give him a friendly look. Instead, she scrutinized him with an extremely strange gaze, which finally lingered on his head for a full two minutes.

Shang Shi felt a rare flush on her face as she was stared at like that, and her hand awkwardly touched her two little prickles. She couldn't help but wonder if they were really tattooed too badly.

Haha, I should have known better than to go for abstract art.

Shang Shi felt remorseful and immediately thought about how to salvage his image.

He also looked back at Jiang Xiyu defiantly, scrutinizing his indifferent face. At this moment, the slight anger on Jiang Xiyu's face had not completely dissipated, and his fair skin was tinged with a light red, like a plum blossom trying to hide itself in the snow and mist.

In a daze, Shang Shi vaguely recalled that a few days ago, when he was waiting in the hospital lobby because Jiang Xiyu was late, he overheard the omega nurses' comments about Jiang Xiyu, whom they had only met by chance.

"He seems like an Alpha who's so far away. I wish I could talk to him. What kind of Omega would he like?"

The question, "What kind of omega do you like?" felt like a long needle piercing Shang Shi's heart. It was a dense, indescribable feeling; he only knew that his chest felt a little tight, like eating a green strawberry—unripe but still sour enough.

Can't he like Alphas?

Shang Shi thought to himself.

Everyone thinks Alpha and Omega are the perfect match, but what can he do? He just likes this Alpha, just like that man, he likes Alphas.

Could it be that this is actually a family-inherited sexual orientation?

Do they all like to cling to A who doesn't like them?

On the way out of the hospital, Shang thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

After all, he has that man's blood flowing in his veins, so it's understandable that he's a bit shameless and likes to cling to A, who doesn't even like him.

Just like now, in such a large hospital corridor, Jiang Xiyu clearly disliked him walking in front, so she had bodyguards surround him, completely excluding him from the back.

Shang Shi smiled nonchalantly and followed leisurely behind.

Because he had been acting as a stone lion in the hospital lobby so many times in the past two weeks, many regulars at the hospital had become familiar with him, ranging from elderly men and women in their fifties and sixties to beautiful omegas in their teens and twenties and Alphas with an overwhelming sense of protectiveness.

Seeing Shang Shi all alone following behind the bodyguard, they couldn't help but go up to him and ask him what was wrong with him.

With a slight smile, Shang Shi greeted his old acquaintances very politely, saying that he was about to be discharged from the hospital.

Soon, a large crowd gathered around him.

They all offered their concern.

"Is your Alpha here to pick you up?" The speaker pointed to Jiang Xiyu in front of them.

Shang Shi looked at him and smiled shyly, "Yes."

"He probably won't abandon you this time, right?"

Shang Shi spouted nonsense: "No way, he even tied my hair up."

Perhaps because Shang Shi's hair was tied up, the two red marks on his face were particularly noticeable.

"Did he hit you in the face?"

"No, I was kissed."

"That makes me so happy for you."

Thank you, and I wish you a speedy discharge from the hospital!

……

Their voices carried to the front without omitting a single word.

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

assistant:"……"

bodyguard:"……"

They were all slightly shocked.

I expected it to be outrageous, but I never imagined it would be this outrageous.

Jiang Xiyu stopped and stood motionless in silence. After a long while, he raised his hand to press his throbbing temples and slowly said to his assistant beside him, "Go, pull him over here!"

Each word was difficult to pronounce, as if it were being squeezed out from between one's teeth.

The assistant, also terrified, hurriedly pushed through the crowd to the center of the rumors, pleading with Shang Shi, "Young Master is waiting for you up ahead. Please, let's go, Young Master Shang."

Upon hearing this, Shang Shi lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the triumphant smile that flashed across his eyes, before following his assistant with satisfaction to Jiang Xiyu's side.

The assistant, who was standing beside him, naturally didn't miss the smile on his lips, and cursed inwardly, "That cunning Alpha!"

"Brother walks so fast," Shang Shi said with a slight smile, turning his head to the side.

Jiang Xiyu raised her eyes and gave him a look that said, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll skin you alive," before walking forward expressionlessly.

Shang Shi: "Brother..." Can I go home with you today?

Before he could even ask his next question, he was lost in Jiang Xiyu's next sentence.

"Can you be quiet for a moment, my ancestor?" Jiang Xiyu gritted her teeth helplessly, really not wanting to get entangled with him here, even as they were surrounded by onlookers at the hospital.

But fearing that Shang Shi might not cooperate, Jiang Xiyu's subsequent words were inexplicably tinged with a coaxing tone, spoken very softly.

He said, "Be good, okay?"

In that instant, Shang Shi's originally flushed face visibly turned bright red, and a large area of ​​her neck also turned red.

Caught off guard by the unexpected coaxing, Shang Shi was so nervous that he felt a little lost. After a while, he blinked his wet eyes and stared at Jiang Xiyu, replying, "Okay, okay."