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

The sunset outside the window completely enveloped the night, and the young man's face seemed to lose its color, turning pale.

Shen Jingtan stared indifferently, slowly withdrew her hand, and then, enduring the numbness, carried Jiang Xiyu back to the hospital bed.

Jiang Xiyu unconsciously buried her head in his chest, and slowly opened her sleepy eyes as Shen Jingtan pulled away.

He looked at Shen Jingtan as if he were still dreaming, and could hardly recognize her at all.

Soon, a blush spread across the tip of his nose and settled in the depths of his eyes.

Under the light, the sight of those beautiful eyes filled with tears was so obvious.

It was so obvious that Shen Jingtan couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

He looked at it expressionlessly, without a trace of pity.

But his hand twitched slightly involuntarily, remained frozen in the air for a long time, and then slowly fell down.

The rosewood bracelet on his wrist gleamed with a deep, dark light for a fleeting moment, as if it had never been raised.

Jiang Xiyu looked at him with wet eyes, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

Shen Jingtan looked at him, her lowered eyes seeming even darker than the night outside.

He is ruthless in the business world and enjoys a good reputation in the world of fame and fortune. Outsiders do not say that he is a proud person, but Shen Jingtan still has the noble pride in his bones, which is his bottom line.

He had calculated many things, but emotions were the least important to him.

It was precisely this insignificant thing that troubled him and even put him in a difficult position.

Faced with the young man's tears, something silently slipped off his wrist after a long while.

The warm orange light in the ward was comforting. Shen Jingtan held Jiang Xiyu in his arms, his arms wrapped around Jiang Xiyu's legs, and his hands gently patting Jiang Xiyu's back. It was a posture of holding an infant, a posture that made people feel very safe.

Shen Jingtan had only ever seen family members hold crying children like this before; he had never held one himself, so his movements appeared awkward and stiff.

He coaxed Jiang Xiyu to calm her down.

Jiang Xiyu was enveloped in his shadow, turned her head and buried it in his chest again, and gradually her shoulders stopped trembling.

Much later, when Jiang Xiyu had calmed down enough, he choked up and wanted to call out that name.

Shen Jingtan lowered her gaze and looked at him without responding.

Jiang Xiyu put her arm around his shoulder and tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

This is the second time he has taken the initiative, and he has mistaken the person for someone else again.

The last time was in the car, and Shen Jingtan responded to him, but this time, he didn't want to respond.

Originally, it didn't matter to Shen Jingtan who the young man called her by name, but now, Shen Jingtan just felt a little annoyed.

He pinched Jiang Xiyu's chin, his eyes filled with deep emotion.

There was nothing on his wrist, and Jiang Xiyu seemed to be immersed in grief, so he was in a daze.

Shen Jingtan, however, would not allow him to admit his mistake.

He could throw away the sandalwood to comfort Jiang Xiyu; that was out of his compassion.

But this won't do.

He gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's hair at the back of his head, his long knuckles slowly sinking into the soft strands, and asked him in a low, slow voice, "Want a kiss?"

Jiang Xiyu seemed somewhat dazed from crying, and instinctively reached out to kiss him, unable to think clearly.

A somewhat intimidating look appeared in Shen Jingtan's deep eyes, but his tone remained gentle, though his voice had a subtle huskiness: "Call me."

"Ah..."

Shen Jingtan pressed her finger against his lips. His expression remained unchanged as he gently instructed Jiang Xiyu to address him with the respectful title he had used many times when introducing himself.

Upon hearing that address, Jiang Xiyu's pupils contracted sharply.

He seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He trembled as he tried to escape from Shen Jingtan's embrace.

How could Shen Jingtan allow that?

He tightened his grip on the back of Jiang Xiyu's head slightly, tilting the other's face up to face him.

Shen Jingtan lowered her eyes and stared at him, a rare look of lust appearing in them.

He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Xiyu's lips, his sigh escaping into the air.

It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was even forceful and possessive, carrying the primal urges of a superior.

Jiang Xiyu's hair sank deeper and deeper into the soft pillow.

He tried to resist, but another pair of hands grabbed him and locked him to the side of his face.

I do not know how long it has been.

After they separated, Shen Jingtan looked down at him and said softly, "Breathe."

Jiang Xiyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips moved very obediently.

He couldn't breathe and felt like he was being crushed in the clouds.

After a long while, he came to his senses, his eyes red and he sniffled slightly, as if he was about to cry.

Shen Jingtan's heart was suddenly gripped, as if a pair of hands were squeezing and pressing it, making her feel suffocated and also a bit itchy.

His fingertip brushed against Jiang Xiyu's lips for a long time, but he didn't stop her. He just sighed and said, "Cry."

The first time she was intimate with this person while sober suddenly seemed to stir up some deep-seated memories for Jiang Xiyu.

Especially when their breaths are in contact, the other person's scent is their own.

Jiang Xiyu was embarrassed, angry, and sad. In the end, she could only hang her head and purse her lips, not daring to say anything.

Shen Jingtan suddenly felt guilty, realizing that she had frightened him.

He lowered his chest, pinched Jiang Xiyu's chin, and kissed her again with extreme tenderness, saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."