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

"Brother, I really miss you."

"I didn't expect you to still remember me, I'm so happy."

"It's been so long since I've seen you, but you haven't changed at all."

"Brother, are you really not going to reconsider my suggestion?"

Shang Shi turned his head slightly and asked with a light laugh.

As he spoke, it seemed as if he was deliberately trying to disgust him, his fingers brushing against the hand of the person next to him in the car seat.

Jiang Xiyu felt a headache coming on from being called "brother" so often.

When I felt the strange sensation coming from the back of my hand, my patience finally ran out.

"If you touch me again, I won't be polite," Jiang Xiyu said, pulling her hand back and warning her coldly.

He moved to the side, deliberately creating distance between them.

It's terrifying, really.

A young man who returns with the intention of revenge insists on smiling at his enemy, and not only does he smile so brightly, but he also has to say such ambiguous and misleading things.

Jiang Xiyu wondered if her soul had just transmigrated and her brain hadn't adjusted yet, which was why she had agreed to let this brat into her car.

Shang Shi raised an eyebrow, and seeing his obvious disdain, the curve of her lips deepened, making her smile even more innocent.

Just as he was about to approach, Jiang Xiyu reached out and pushed him aside with disdain.

"Stay away from me, and take your pheromones back. They smell awful, really."

Inside the car, a faint, sweet scent had filled the air.

Perhaps because he was in a bad mood, Jiang Xiyu also felt annoyed by the smell.

Shang Shi: "..."

He paused for a moment, then the smile on his lips slowly faded.

"Brother, can you smell my pheromones?" He paused, raised an eyebrow, and continued, "Do you really dislike them?"

Jiang Xiyu had a sour face, and her dislike was practically overflowing.

Shang Shi lowered his eyelids slightly, pursing his lips as if deep in thought.

He was silent for a moment before saying, as if sighing, "But I didn't release any pheromones, brother."

He was very confident in his control over pheromones; unless he wanted to, neither Alpha nor Omega could smell any of his pheromones.

Haha, perhaps because both of his fathers are Alphas, his pheromone scent is not naturally as aggressive towards Alphas. However, if the concentration of the pheromone he emits is too high, the scent will be like poison, easily killing an adult Alpha.

Alphas often use high concentrations of pheromones to suppress others, but if the concentration is too high, the pheromones can be fatal.

Therefore, Shang Shi rarely releases his pheromones, which is why few Alphas can distinguish whether he is an Alpha or an Omega.

Most people just like to judge other people's gender by their appearance. If he doesn't say anything, they will all assume that they are an omega.

The scent of an Alpha's pheromones is something that not only those around him find repulsive, but even the Alpha himself dislikes.

So, if he didn't release pheromones, why was Jiang Xiyu able to smell them?

How could he possibly smell it?

As if to verify what the person next to him had said, Shang Zhi turned his gaze to the driver who was driving and politely asked, "Driver, can you smell pheromones?"

The driver, who was secretly enjoying the show, was suddenly called out, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He hurriedly replied, "No, I didn't smell anything."

He could no longer smell anything; he only felt a faint smell of gunpowder permeating the air, and this smell of gunpowder all came from his young master.

The driver cautiously peered through the rearview mirror and, sure enough, saw that Jiang Xiyu's face was extremely cold.

Jiang Xiyu said expressionlessly, "What are you looking at? Step your foot into the gas tank."

Driver: "...Yes, young master."

Hey, you big four-wheeled baby, run! If you keep listening, I feel like I'm going to be silenced.

After flooring the accelerator, he silently put the gearshift back on.

Only after receiving a satisfactory answer did Shang Shi straighten his upper body and sit up straight.

This is normal.

So, is his claim of smelling the odor genuine, or is it simply a sign of aversion to his own presence?

Shang Shi's answer leaned more towards the latter. Thinking about it carefully, being disliked by others is really not a happy thing.

Although he deliberately approached him to disgust him, the fact that he genuinely loathed him made his approach and smile seem cheap.

He had to put on a smiling face for his 'D-night' performance, which cost at least six figures.

His indifference shows that he doesn't cherish what he has obtained so easily.

She was convinced for quite a while by his handsome and mature face.

The people around him remained silent, and the car fell into an eerie silence.

Jiang Xiyu rested her chin on her hand, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, observing him discreetly through the reflection in the car window.

He sat upright with his hands on his crossed knees, his profile exquisite and perfect, exuding an air of docility.

His face, when he gets serious, does have a certain charm.

But he only remained normal for a short while. Suddenly, he inexplicably laughed again, and then, as if thinking of something, the curve of his lips turned cold again.

Sometimes serious, sometimes sneer.

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

He rubbed his temples with his fingers, thinking:

Does this person really have no nerve?

Jiang Xiyu only glanced over when she heard a rustling sound, like peeling candy wrappers, coming from inside the car again.

After reading it, I scoffed at it.

He took out a lollipop, put it in his mouth, and casually stuck out his tongue to lick the sweet taste. As if noticing Jiang Xiyu's gaze, he slightly curved his eyes and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, looking incredibly alluring.

The sweet aroma became even more pronounced, it was...

Shang Shi blinked and waved the red lollipop in his hand: "Strawberry flavor, do you want some, brother?"

Three black lines immediately appeared on Jiang Xiyu's face. Not only did the excitement brought by that look just now disappear, but she also exuded a cold and indifferent sense of rejection from the inside out.

Seeing that the scenery outside the window was becoming more and more familiar, and realizing that the car was about to arrive at the Jiang residence, Jiang Xiyu finally spoke up and asked, "Let's get down to business. Where are you staying now? I'll have the driver take you back."

Shang tilted his head and joked, "Can't I go home with you?"

Jiang Xiyu refused calmly: "No."

If we take Shang back now, he might be tested as O-bubble milk ahead of schedule.

Jiang Xiyu dislikes making unprofitable deals and doing things he's not confident about. Before everything is arranged properly, he can't keep this time bomb by his side.

Shang Shi smiled faintly, giving an answer he had expected.

He looked disappointed, hesitated for a moment, and said defiantly, "Then just find a place to put me down."

"My place is a bit messy, I'd better go back by myself, no need to trouble you, brother."

Jiang Xiyu frowned.

Oh no, who are you trying to fool with that pitiful act?

You're dressed head to toe in custom-made clothes, and you're telling me you're not staying well?

I don't believe you for a second.

Jiang Xiyu pinched the bridge of his nose: "I'll have someone go to a hotel and get you a room for the night."

Shang Shi smiled faintly and refused: "No, I might have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds."

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

Tsk.

Jiang Xiyu fumbled around in his pocket, pulled out a wallet, and tossed it over.

"Here you go, the bank card PIN is six zeros."

"Ok?"

Shang Shi looked at the wallet that had landed on him and examined it for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu said, "Take this money and go buy a nice house to live in."

Shang Shi listened without showing any expression.

Ha, how awful!

Are you trying to get rid of him with this money?

That's right, how could he dare to take me back?

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Xiyu thought he was dissatisfied, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Is it not enough? My business card is inside. Call me if you need more."

business card?

Shang Shi then revealed a slightly satisfied smile: "Okay."

Jiang Xiyu: Your smile is fake. Stop smiling, it's true.

Finally, unable to dissuade him from getting off the bus halfway through the journey, I insisted on doing so.

As the figure receded further and further into the distance in the rearview mirror, Jiang Xiyu's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

The pleasant smell in the car dissipated, and he finally saw off that troublesome ancestor for the time being.

Meanwhile, Shang Shi looked at the business card in his hand with a cold expression.

He raised his head slightly, and as the car disappeared from sight, his eyes, which were as bright as crescent moons, slowly lost their disguise, revealing a cold and dark color like a venomous snake, as if a bloody storm was brewing in the abyss.

I don't want to bring him home, and I really don't want to be with him.

Then, we'll just have to create some trouble to get him to agree.

Ah, such a calm face, I wonder what she would look like if she lost her composure.

He's really looking forward to it.

See you tomorrow, brother.

Shang Shi smiled with satisfaction, reached out in the direction the car had gone as if to say hello, and the torn business card in his hand flew up in the wind and scattered on the ground.

He turned and left, his backlit figure slowly disappearing into the darkness until he was completely absorbed into the night.

*

Two hours later, in the stairwell of an old residential building.

The dim light flickered, tearing the tall figure on the ground into pieces.

The air was filled with the smell of decaying buildings.

By this time, most people are asleep.

Only one abrupt footstep moved slowly and steadily upwards in the darkness.

The footsteps stopped only when they reached the top floor.

In the dim light from the doorway, Shang Shi stood quietly for a while before finally reaching out his hand. His pale skin, accentuated by the light, possessed a certain morbid beauty.

He took the doorknob, opened the door, but didn't rush in. Instead, he leaned wearily against the door, looking inside expressionlessly.

The next second, the light came on.