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

From the beginning to the end of their intimate relationship, Shen Jingtan completely caught the rain-soaked crabapple blossoms.

He wiped away his tears, then lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiyu tenderly, coaxing him, "Don't cry."

But when someone has been wronged and is silently grieving, what they fear most is someone gently comforting them.

Shen Jingtan's words amplified the grievances Jiang Xiyu felt, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

It was no longer unconscious crying, but crying with such grievance and such pitifulness, as if he were crying his heart out.

Shen Jingtan could hardly breathe amidst those cries.

His gaze flickered for a moment, and the raindrops on the car window seemed to fall silently into his eyes at that instant.

In an instant, it disappeared again.

He rarely showed such pity for anyone; at least, he was never moved by the tears of others. But seeing Jiang Xiyu cry like this, Shen Jingtan couldn't help but question whether his approach was correct. He had used the methods commonly employed by those in power on the young man, wanting him to come to him voluntarily. But on the way he came, the young man had shed many tears.

Such doubts would never have crossed Shen Jingtan's mind before, but now, she is unusually at a loss for what to do about the outcome.

It turned out that the tears of a young man were so unbearable for him, and so helpless for him. This realization almost completely shattered the principles that Shen Jingtan had adhered to for more than thirty years.

So he can compromise like this too.

This was the first time he had ever acted this way towards someone, the first time he had ever wanted to possess someone.

It clearly fell into his sight unintentionally, but he became selfish, so selfish that he couldn't resist taking it even if it meant dealing with his own nephew.

He hoped the young man could see things clearly, but once he did, he couldn't bear to see him suffer.

This contradiction left him helpless and unsure of what to do with this person.

His hands seemed unable to wipe away all the tears, and in the end, he could only give in and let the tears soak his palms.

After a long while, Jiang Xiyu seemed to have cried herself out.

Shen Jingtan reached out and gently pulled the cold body into her arms.

Jiang Xiyu followed his force and stepped over the center console, then sat on him.

When they were face to face, Shen Jingtan gently stroked his pale face and said softly, "Your face is all stained from crying."

Jiang Xiyu sniffed her reddened nose.

Shen Jingtan patted his back to help him catch his breath, saying, "If you're tired, lean on me and rest for a while."

"If you still want to cry, then cry."

"After you've finished crying, I'll wipe away your tears."

He held Jiang Xiyu even tighter, throwing out his biggest bargaining chip: "Whatever you say, I'll do whatever you want..."

The tone was soft and tender, yet also carried an unspeakable sense of guilt and a promise.

As Jiang Xiyu listened, it was as if the last bit of strength supporting him had been taken away by Shen Jingtan. As if he knew someone would catch him, he closed his eyes and fell weakly into the man's arms.

The heartbeats beneath their chests collided tightly at that moment.

Jiang Xiyu got this person wet, making him look disheveled.

He didn't know how long he had been nestled in the man's arms, or how long the man had comforted him.

Under such gentle whispers, he finally admitted that it hurt.

Who would care if he was in pain?

Shen Xiushu could not do it, only Shen Jingtan could.

Shen Jingtan didn't know where he was in pain, but he would keep asking.

He repeatedly humbled himself to tolerate someone like him.

Even though he had nothing left, he had the illusion that he had everything at this moment.

It was Shen Jingtan, given to me by Shen Jingtan...

Jiang Xiyu sobbed, as if grasping at his last straw. He choked out, his voice barely audible, "Uncle Shen, please take me with you."

At this moment, Jiang Xiyu finally responded to him.

He offended Shen Xiushu, and his love life and career were sacrificed by everyone. He was at his wit's end...

Only Shen Jingtan can save him; only Shen Jingtan can accept him as a sacrifice.

What kind of person is Shen Jingtan?

Jiang Xiyu didn't know, and he didn't care, but he was willing to fall into the other party's hands.

He wanted to plead for Shen Jingtan to save him.

Not long ago, he rejected Shen Jingtan, saying he didn't want to be someone's lover.

But now we have to do this, abandoning all our pride to break our promises and beg for his mercy.

In that instant, an overwhelming sense of shame almost overwhelmed him.

Jiang Xiyu closed his eyes in despair. Under Shen Jingtan's gentle and pitying gaze, he offered himself up, like an abandoned stray cat seeking the only shelter and warmth he could find in the rainy night.

He pleaded, "I'll be very good, Uncle Shen, please, take me away..."

At that moment, Shen Jingtan felt an indescribable mix of emotions.

In the darkness of night, the fine rain fell like silk threads, barely enough to cause a ripple on the car.

But in Shen Jingtan's heart, these words stirred up a storm of emotions.

The car remained quiet for a long time. Shen Jingtan felt no joy at his wish being fulfilled. He suppressed his complicated and strange feelings and lowered his eyes to stare at the person in his arms for a long time.

In the dim light, Jiang Xiyu's pale face revealed a pair of cautious eyes, and it was impossible to tell how much courage he had mustered or how much determination he had to destroy his own self-esteem.

Shen Jingtan sighed, a rare occurrence for him. He reached out and stroked Jiang Xiyu's face, and just as those eyes were about to dim, he finally lowered his head and kissed his hair in response.

He caught the man.

He said to Jiang Xiyu, "Okay, I'll take you away."

Shen Jingtan opened the car door, shielded Jiang Xiyu's head, and carried him out.

The driver came over and held an umbrella for her. Shen Jingtan protected her tightly, and not a single drop of rain fell on Jiang Xiyu during the short journey.

The bodyguard opened the car door, and the warm air that rushed in made Jiang Xiyu flinch slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Shen Jingtan comforted him, then went around to the other side of the car and sat down. He then lifted Jiang Xiyu back onto his lap and patiently wiped his soaked hair with a tissue. When he was about to take off Jiang Xiyu's soaked clothes, he accidentally aggravated Jiang Xiyu's injuries.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but hiss, frowning as if in great pain.

Shen Jingtan stopped moving her hand and asked him, "Are you injured?"

He thought Jiang Xiyu had been injured after hitting the guardrail, so he lifted his clothes to check him and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Jiang Xiyu bit her lip, her breathing quickened, and then she reached out to stop Shen Jingtan.

He looked up at Shen Jingtan, shook his head, and didn't want to show him.

Jing Tan stared at him for a while, but didn't press him. She simply turned up the temperature of the car's air conditioning and instructed the driver to go to the hospital.

The Maybach sped through the rain, the scenery outside the window flashing by quickly.

Jiang Xiyu leaned against Shen Jingtan's shoulder with her eyes closed, feeling the man's breath envelop her, and her originally cold body gradually began to warm up.