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

Jiang Xiyu pushed him away and suddenly buried herself in the blankets.

Shen Jingtan slowly sat up straight. He lowered his gaze for a while, his slender hand gently tugging at the strands of Jiang Xiyu's hair that were left outside.

He remained silent, his brows slightly furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

After a long time, he realized that he simply didn't like hearing other people's names from the mouth of young people.

The moment he heard it, an easily out-of-control emotion welled up inside him. Shen Jingtan rarely lost his composure, and for him, that kind of emotion was far too unfamiliar. By the time he belatedly realized what was happening, he had already lost his usual sense of propriety and restraint, and was forcing the young man to be intimate with him.

He felt pity for the young man's frail appearance, but was also displeased by his preoccupied demeanor.

Shen Jingtan curled her fingertips and clenched that strand of hair in her palm.

After a long silence, he apologized and, fearing the young man would feel uneasy, voluntarily left the ward.

Because he knew that if he stayed there any longer, the young man would remain cooped up in his blankets.

However, Shen Jingtan didn't go far after leaving. He simply went back to his car, closed his eyes, and seemed to be deep in thought.

In the ward, Jiang Xiyu sat up after he left.

He rubbed his sore eyes, then waited a while until his mind was clear before bending down to get the cigarettes hidden at the bottom of the bedside table.

He asked Shen Jingtan's secretary to buy the cigarettes.

Perhaps because of Shen Jingtan's attitude towards him, his secretary obeyed his every wish.

Worried that Shen Jingtan might return and smell the odor, Jiang Xiyu went to the bay window.

The window crack was moved open, and a gentle breeze lifted the gauze curtains.

Jiang Xiyu leaned against the wall, bending one long leg, then skillfully took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, lit it, and took a puff. When he turned his head to exhale, he unexpectedly discovered that Shen Jingtan's car was still parked under the streetlight not far away.

Jiang Xiyu stared at it, then was caught off guard and choked by the smoke.

He coughed, took out his cigarette, and his slightly trembling figure appeared hazy and alluring through the gauze curtain.

Shen Jingtan stared at him from a distance for a long time without saying a word.

The driver, unaware of what he was looking at, simply called out in confusion, "Sir?"

Shen Jingtan frowned, seemingly displeased at being disturbed.

Then he watched the figure outlined in the dim light, leaning against the bay window wall, head tilted back, puffing out smoke. It was like watching an old-fashioned movie on a large screen; in this distant and ambiguous atmosphere, every frame exuded a decadent and languid beauty.

Shen Jingtan disliked smoking, but without realizing it, he found himself lingering over the sight of young men smoking.

This time too, he patiently watched until the spark died down, and only then did the young man's figure gradually disappear from the window, leaving only the graceful arc of the flowing curtain.

The shadow that slowly disappeared on the gauze curtain was like an indescribable temptation, or like a string.

It extended from the other end of the window to Shen Jingtan, coiling around her heart, and tightened more and more as the young man walked away.

So Shen Jingtan's face looked indifferent, but she seemed to finally smile a little.

The driver was very good at reading people's expressions. He remained silent and did not utter a word, nor did he spare a single glance at where Shen Jingtan was looking.

After withdrawing her gaze, Shen Jingtan calmly instructed the driver to start the car.

The Maybach's headlights came on, and it drove into the night.

After he left, Jiang Xiyu returned and drew back the curtains.

He knew that when he woke up again, Maybach would be waiting downstairs, and he would come.

Meanwhile, at another hospital.

After failing to find Jiang Xiyu, Shen Xiushu immediately sent many people to search for her.

Those who called back all said they couldn't find any trace of the young man, which made Shen Xiushu feel inexplicably anxious.

This anxiety brought a vague sense of unease, and after several sleepless nights, Shen Xiushu's head began to ache.

Usually at this time, the young man would stay by his side and massage him.

But when Shen Xiushu came to his senses, all he touched when he reached out was ice.

Seeing that he looked unwell, Shen's mother asked him what was wrong.

Shen Xiushu suddenly asked about Shen Jingtan's whereabouts.

How could Shen's mother know? But seeing Shen Xiushu's pale face, she still asked hesitantly, "What's wrong? Did something happen between you and your uncle?"

Shen Xiushu, of course, couldn't let his mother worry, so he simply said that he had something to discuss with Shen Jingtan and hoped that his mother could pass on his message if she saw him.

Seeing his anxiety, Shen's mother agreed.

The next day, after returning to the Shen residence, she happened to run into Shen Jingtan, who was coming downstairs.

The man hadn't returned for many days, and when Shen's mother saw him for the first time, she was still a little taken aback.

She was used to avoiding the topic, but remembering what her son had said, she still went up to Shen Jingtan and spoke to her.

Shen Jingtan was not surprised when she heard that Shen Xiushu wanted to see her.

He did not refuse and said he would make time to go.

However, he took two days to go to the hospital.

As soon as he entered the ward, Shen Xiushu asked directly, "Where is Jiang Xiyu?"

Shen Jingtan didn't seem to mind that he didn't even address her by name.

He slowly sat down on the sofa, looked up at Shen Xiushu upon hearing this, and calmly said, "You came to see me just for this?"

Shen Xiushu asked coldly again, "Where is he?"

His tone was certain; he was convinced that the person was with Shen Jingtan.

Shen Jingtan remained silent, not intending to hide the fact that the person was with him. He simply felt that Shen Xiushu was even more impatient than he had imagined.

Unfortunately, he had already missed the best opportunity to find the person. Opportunities never wait for anyone; sometimes, once missed, they are truly gone.

Shen Jingtan said calmly, "He is fine and is receiving treatment."

"Why did you take him away?" Shen Xiushu asked, suppressing his anger as he looked at Shen Jingtan.

Shen Jingtan frowned, noticing Shen Xiushu's anger.

He remained silent for a long while, and just as Shen Xiushu's patience was about to break, he suddenly smiled faintly and asked him, "Don't you know?"

Shen Xiushu was indeed stunned for a moment.

"That child was heartbroken by you, that's why she agreed to leave."

Shen Xiushu frowned deeply: "Uncle, what are you saying?"

What broke my heart?

He was heartbroken just because he didn't visit him?

But that's not a reason for him to follow Shen Jingtan.

Shen Xiushu's expression remained indifferent.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Shen Jingtan chuckled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "When he was able to get out of bed a while ago, the first thing he did was come to see you. But your mother and your fiancée were both there at the time, and he heard something, so he went back and cried..."

Shen Xiushu's gaze suddenly sharpened. He understood, of course, that when his mother was with He Fuyue, the most frequent topic of conversation was their future marriage.

He didn't tell the young man about the engagement. First, he felt it was unnecessary, since he was married and would give him the same things. Second, he knew the young man's feelings for him. Although he couldn't explain why he didn't want to tell Jiang Xiyu, Shen Xiushu did it anyway, thinking the young man would be hurt if he heard.

Now his uncle tells him that Jiang Xiyu might already know about these things.

Shen Xiushu gritted his teeth, realizing that there was still room for maneuver.

He said to Shen Jingtan, "No matter what, this is between him and me, and you shouldn't interfere, Uncle."

Shen Jingtan glanced at him and gently repeated the two words from his words: "Shouldn't have?"

Shen Xiushu tensed up for a moment, unwilling to back down.

Shen Jingtan couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "He was seriously injured in the car accident. If he doesn't change his environment, he may never recover in this lifetime."

"Of course, he protected you so well during the car accident, and you were bedridden for a whole month. So think about how badly he was injured?"

The man spoke casually, yet each word seemed to strike a nerve with Shen Xiushu.

His hand trembled slightly, but he persisted in asking, "Where is he?"

Shen Jingtan replied calmly, "Xiu Shu, it's not appropriate for you to see him right now."

Shen Xiushu's temper flared, and he raised his voice to question, "Is it that I'm not suitable to see him, or is it that you, Uncle, don't want me to see him?"

Shen Jingtan raised her eyes and gave him a cold look, a look that carried the contempt and scrutiny of someone who had long held a high position.

It's a sense of constraint from elders, an invisible yet extremely oppressive aura.

Shen Xiushu realized almost immediately that his words and actions were inappropriate.

No matter what Shen Jingtan did, he is still his elder, and that is an unchangeable fact.

Shen Xiushu will never have the right to question him.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the ward was tense.

When Shen Jingtan's patience ran out and she got up to leave, Shen Xiushu stopped her.

He stared at Shen Jingtan and asked in a low, dry voice, "Uncle, when exactly did you start having such feelings for him?"

He simply couldn't understand how two people who were so different could be connected.

Especially for a man like Shen Jingtan, who appears gentle but is extremely cold-hearted at heart, how could he lower himself to steal another man?

After all, Shen Jingtan had never shown any interest in this area in front of them.

Shen Jingtan's expression remained unchanged, but her tone was no longer friendly: "I can't remember. Perhaps it was fate."