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

After Jiang Xiyu drove away, he almost crashed into the guardrail not far away.

He simply parked the car on the side of the road and leaned on the steering wheel to relieve the pain in his body.

The phone, which was on silent, kept lighting up and going off anxiously. Jiang Xiyu glanced at it and knew it was Shen Jingtan calling. He wanted to answer it, but he felt as if he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

Jiang Xiyu felt a dull ache all over her body, and the rain made her feel so uncomfortable that she almost vomited.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain on the road gradually subsided, and the surroundings became quiet.

In the darkness, only the wrecked car emitted a flickering light. At this moment, the car, like Jiang Xiyu, seemed like a small animal abandoned by its owner, utterly wretched.

This is the scene that Shen Jingtan saw when she arrived.

He stared intently at the car, feeling as if his heart was being gripped by the oppressive scene. The closer he got, the tighter his emotions became, like a taut string. Until he saw the young man's profile move through the car window, at that moment, Shen Jingtan's emotions snapped, leaving behind an unprecedented and complex sense of fear.

The young man tilted his head to the side, casually holding a cigarette between his lips, as if he couldn't find a lighter. In the end, he just held it coldly in his mouth, lost in thought, his whole being exuding an indescribable melancholy and bitterness.

He seemed oblivious to Shen Jingtan's arrival.

So Shen Jingtan stood quietly outside the car, scrutinizing him with her gaze.

The driver, holding an umbrella, stood respectfully beside him.

He didn't know how long he had been watching from outside the car; his shoulders were soaked by the rain.

In the darkness, his unusually cold and stern face finally softened for a moment as he raised his hand and knocked on the car window.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to be suddenly awakened. His eyes flickered for a moment before he looked at the person outside the window.

When the car window rolled down, the wind blew in from outside, and when it blew into Jiang Xiyu's wet eyes, the tears finally slipped down her trembling eyes.

Shen Jingtan also clearly saw the tears sliding down Jiang Xiyu's face.

Drop by drop, like raindrops falling incessantly on glass.

The young man looked at him without saying a word, only pursing his lips tightly. After the wind passed, he silently suppressed the bitterness on his lips, but he didn't know that his bitterness had already fallen with his tears.

His face was expressionless, as if he was completely unaware that he was crying.

Shen Jingtan's eyes widened in shock. He reached in and unlocked the car door, then reached over the front of the car and opened the passenger door.

The car swayed slightly. Jiang Xiyu slowly moved her gaze to him, saying nothing, but tears kept streaming down her face.

Shen Jingtan's gaze was fixed on his face. Seeing Jiang Xiyu's broken state and his tears, her heart felt as if it had been scalded by the endless tears, the burning sensation spreading to every part of her body, making her feel the pain so clearly.

He had never seen Jiang Xiyu cry like this before, as if she was so heartbroken that she could no longer react.

He had never seen Jiang Xiyu so disheveled, as if his body and soul had been ripped away.

When the moment actually arrived, Shen Jingtan did not feel as relaxed as she had imagined.

He felt an indescribable helplessness, anger, but more than anything, he felt regret.

However, he didn't say a word in the end. He just silently leaned over and reached out to wipe away the tears from Jiang Xiyu's eyes with his fingertips.

The hot tears streamed down his palms, meandering along the veins on his wrists. At that moment, the dampness seemed to penetrate his skin and burn his blood vessels.

Shen Jingtan frowned slightly and sighed as if she were suppressing her emotions.

Jiang Xiyu reacted slowly. After a long while, he seemed to recognize Shen Jingtan. He subconsciously wanted to smile at him, but then, like a child who had been wronged, he suddenly received comfort and his tears flowed even more.

Shen Jingtan's hand trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice, calling Jiang Xiyu in a very soft and gentle tone, as if afraid of frightening him.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes were misty, and she couldn't give a response.

Shen Jingtan gently stroked his reddened eyes and smoothed his wet hair. In the end, he didn't ask Jiang Xiyu what was wrong, because he was afraid that Jiang Xiyu would burst into tears.

Shen Jingtan simply asked, "Want a cigarette?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at him without saying a word.

Shen Jingtan's voice was hoarse as she patiently asked, "Is there no fire?"

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes.

Shen Jingtan took out a lighter from her body, and with a "ding", a flame was lit.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly at the lighter, then said nothing.

The dim light made his face appear even paler, and when it reached his eyes, they seemed to tremble precariously.

Shen Jingtan reached out and covered it, seemingly completely unconcerned about how inappropriate the way he lit the cigarette was for his status.

He personally lit a cigarette for Jiang Xiyu.

The young man's cigarette-smoking posture, coupled with his expressionless face, made him appear quite aloof.

Shen Jingtan seemed to be captivated, unable to look away.

Only when a wisp of white mist slowly rose did Shen Jingtan suddenly speak, disturbing it, and put it between her lips.

"do not Cry."

His words of comfort were extremely gentle.

Jiang Xiyu looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed.

Shen Jingtan gently reminded him again, "Be good, take a breath."

Jiang Xiyu obediently did as instructed.

After he took a deep drag, Shen Jingtan removed the cigarette from his hand with her slender fingertips, then gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's dry lips with her fingertips, guiding him to exhale the white smoke.

The white mist blurred her face, which was on the verge of collapse, and her lowered brows and tearful expression were inexplicably beautiful.

The young man was like a glass doll, completely manipulated by others.

He did whatever Shen Jingtan told him to do.

Finally, watching Jiang Xiyu smoking while shedding tears, he slowly withdrew his fingertip.

He stroked Jiang Xiyu's hair, then gently cupped the back of Jiang Xiyu's head, lifted his chin, and kissed her.

In the quiet, dimly lit car, he personally controlled Jiang Xiyu's breathing, guiding him to exhale smoke.

The white mist swirled and lingered until it burned out.