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

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hospital.

Worried about his injury, Shen Jingtan took him for a full-body checkup first.

The doctor said he was fine, so Shen Jingtan carried him back to the ward.

He had just put the person back on the hospital bed when the kitten ran over and tried to rub against him.

Jiang Xiyu stroked its head, but her eyes were fixed on Shen Jingtan, as if afraid he would leave, and she held onto him tightly with her other hand.

Shen Jingtan felt that he was in a very disheveled state. He was worried that Jiang Xiyu would catch a cold, so he wanted to prepare water for the bathtub for Jiang Xiyu. He covered Jiang Xiyu with a blanket and asked him to wait for him for a while.

Jiang Xiyu, however, was unusually dependent on him, as if she couldn't hear what he was saying and just wanted to hold onto him.

Unable to resist that wet gaze, Shen Jingtan asked, "Want to come with me?"

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind and obediently nodded, wanting to get out of bed and follow him.

The moment he moved, Shen Jingtan bent down, put her arms around Jiang Xiyu's legs, and picked him up.

The kitten jumped off the bed and followed them.

Shen Jingtan glanced down at it and then closed the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Jiang Xiyu remained obedient and allowed Shen Jingtan to arrange things for her the entire time.

He sat by the bathtub, watching the man casually roll up his sleeves to test the water temperature, watching him prepare everything and place it within easy reach.

Amidst the rising steam, Jiang Xiyu's eyes reddened.

Shen Jingtan loosened her tie and, noticing Jiang Xiyu staring at her, asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu's long eyelashes fluttered, and upon hearing this, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Uncle Shen, your clothes are wet too."

These words carried a hidden meaning, which Shen Jingtan couldn't possibly miss.

He chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "You go first."

Jiang Xiyu thought she had been rejected, bit her lip, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

If the young man had ears, they would surely be drooping in disappointment at this moment.

Shen Jingtan lowered her eyes and looked at him intently for a while without saying a word.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, hesitated for a moment before getting up and saying, "Mr. Shen, please go ahead and take a shower."

He was somewhat flustered and tried to walk out of the bathroom.

As the two passed each other, Shen Jingtan grabbed his wrist, pulled him in front of her, lifted his chin with her hand, and kissed him.

An overwhelming aura enveloped them, and Jiang Xiyu trembled as she closed her eyes to endure it.

As if to put his earlier words into practice, he wanted Shen Jingtan to see his value, so his response carried a hint of cautious flattery.

Shen Jingtan supported his waist and kissed him deeply.

******

The bathroom was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere of steam. The bath lasted a full hour before Shen Jingtan wrapped a bathrobe around the person and carried them out.

His steps were steady, and his nonchalant demeanor conveyed a sense of complete control.

Jiang Xiyu was indeed under his control, and could only cling to his shoulders face to face. Two slender legs were exposed under the bathrobe, and there were still wet stains on the fair skin. The water stains slid down, over the protruding ankles, and finally dripped to the ground, leaving marks.

Shen Jingtan lowered her gaze, looked at Jiang Xiyu's flushed neck, seemed to smile slightly, and then carried her back to her own bed in the cubicle.

He looked at the meticulously made bed, leaned close to Jiang Xiyu's ear and whispered, "Apply some medicine before you sleep."

Jiang Xiyu raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and glanced at the bed behind her. She loosened her grip on Shen Jingtan's arm.

Shen Jingtan put him on the bed and went out to ask the doctor for medicine.

When they returned, Jiang Xiyu was hugging his knees with his arms, his head buried in his hands. He only looked at Shen Jingtan when he heard the noise.

Shen Jingtan sat down on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers hooking the belt of his bathrobe. With a little force, the wounds and marks on his upper body were revealed.

Jiang Xiyu did not refuse; he simply lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Shen Jingtan.

Shen Jingtan applied the medicine to him with extra care.

Jiang Xiyu's breath hitched slightly. When the other person's fingertips touched the wound, he suddenly raised his head, looking at Shen Jingtan's heaving chest, and wanted to dodge.

Shen Jingtan raised her eyes, her deep gaze filled with a captivating tenderness, as if she could easily draw people in.

He whispered, "Don't move."

Jiang Xiyu gripped the bedsheet and obediently remained still.

He was unusually well-behaved tonight, almost obeying Shen Jingtan's every word.

Shen Jingtan knew that after cleaning the last wound, she would hold Jiang Xiyu's neck and kiss his forehead as a reward.

At such close range, the other person's breathing suddenly became clear, and their lips seemed to touch the man's sharp Adam's apple.

Jiang Xiyu knew he was watching her, so she lowered her eyes and obediently let the man look her over.

He wanted to become Shen Jingtan's person.

He can't hide.

The next moment, accompanied by a scorching breath, Shen Jingtan's nose lightly brushed against his, slowly moving down to meet his lips.

Jiang Xiyu swallowed hard, then closed his eyes and was about to kiss him.

Shen Jingtan pressed her fingertips against him and asked in a hoarse voice, "Won't you regret it?"

His response was a trembling long eyelash and a trembling, tentative kiss.

The other person approached him so awkwardly, yet seemed to be trying their best to please him.

Shen Jingtan chuckled and, taking advantage of the young man's initiative, pulled him into her arms.

Even though he knew that the young man's initiative might just be because he needed something from him, Shen Jingtan still couldn't refuse.

Because he also longed for this person.

******

The altar was so alluring, and the cries of the offerings were so beautiful.

No one could resist being drawn to it, not even someone as noble as Shen Jingtan, who couldn't help but linger there.

Up until this moment, his selfishness, his love/desire, everything he had, was given to this crabapple tree.

Haitang completely captured his heart; he was utterly captivated by her.

……

The rain outside the window started falling again, as if it had never stopped. Some raindrops were blown by the wind onto the glass, and through the only gap in the curtains, it seemed as if they wanted to glimpse the warmth inside.

Shen Jingtan held Jiang Xiyu tightly, completely embracing his vulnerability, sensitivity, tears, and sweat.

It is said that heartbroken people sometimes need to vent through other means, whether it is taking advantage of someone's vulnerability or deliberately inducing them. Shen Jingtan knows that once certain boundaries are crossed, he will never give that person another chance, and he will never let go again.

The next day, as dawn broke, a tiny ray of light mischievously crept in through the crack.

It took it a long time to climb to the edge of the bed.

At the edge of the bed, a slender, pale hand hung limply, its dark veins faintly visible beneath the thin skin.

The hand seemed to have escaped from under the covers unintentionally, but was quickly noticed by the man who had just woken up. Fearing that he might catch a chill, the long, large hand grabbed him back.