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

"Qin Muyuan, Qin Muyuan and I...are getting married..."

The voice was broken and intermittent. The original words were that Qin Muyuan and I were in a fake marriage. However, because Jiang Xiyu's breathing was unstable, what Shang Shi heard in the end was that Qin Muyuan and I were married.

At that moment, Shang Shi's senses and soul felt as if they had suffered a severe blow.

Suddenly everything went black, and my consciousness seemed to fall into an endless vortex of darkness.

The person who made him feel like he was in heaven was him, and the person who plunged him into hell in an instant was also him.

Shang Shi felt a sudden difficulty breathing, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but reach out and cover the painful spot on his heart, his face visibly turning pale. Finally, along with the joyful smile on his face, he gradually froze.

The curve was bizarre and funny, as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

He felt that only one person could save him.

Only the person in front of you can save you.

So Shang Shi, her face pale, forced a smile and asked, "Brother, do you really want to marry Qin Muyuan?"

His tone was tinged with a hint of obsession.

Jiang Xiyu did not answer him.

Shang Shi wanted to seize this only opportunity, but Jiang Xiyu didn't give it to him.

"Why do I have to marry him? What should I do?"

His bangs, which reached past his eyebrows, obscured his eyes. Shang Shi's pupils trembled and dimmed, then slowly dilated to almost a dot, becoming hollow.

The smile on Shang Shi's face had completely vanished.

At this moment, the rain outside began to pound rapidly against the glass. Despite the excellent soundproofing, Shang Shi could still feel the noise inside. The sound of the rain seemed to be hitting him from outside, one after another, and it was extremely cold.

The warmth that had just begun to linger was shattered, leaving him alone, anxious and uneasy.

Shang Shi's face was as cold as ice. His gaze was fixed on Jiang Xiyu's face, scraping over it inch by inch like a knife. Finally, he was drawn to the fragile veins under Jiang Xiyu's neck.

Damn it.

I can't hold back anymore.

……

Shang Shi leaned over and climbed onto the bed, placing his hands on either side of Jiang Xiyu's head.

His lowered face was completely shrouded in shadow, leaving only his glassy eyes gleaming with a sharp, fragmented light.

After his true nature took over, his hand, which reached out to stroke Jiang Xiyu, trembled slightly, and his tone became increasingly erratic.

"Brother, please get up and answer me, okay?"

"Is it possible to not marry Qin Muyuan?"

"If I marry him, I won't be able to resist wanting to kill him..."

Killing Qin Muyuan might make things a bit tricky and could also cause trouble for my brother.

But if we don't kill him, he'll take the people around him away.

How to do?

what can we do about it?

Shang Shi's thoughts were constantly wavering between killing Qin Muyuan and not killing Qin Muyuan.

Finally, as if caught in some strange dilemma, he stubbornly decided to ask Jiang Xiyu.

"I don't like omegas, and brother, please don't like omegas either. Don't marry him, marry me instead, okay?"

"Brother, I need you."

"Please reply to me, okay? I'm really upset right now."

Shang Shi pursed his lips, suppressing his anger, his jaw tightened, and his sharp teeth accidentally pierced his skin, the taste of blood immediately spreading in his mouth.

The room was quiet, eerily quiet.

Unable to get a response for a long time, Shang Shi seemed to be lost in confusion and bewilderment.

He stiffly twisted his neck and murmured, "I'm going to kill him, I will definitely kill him..."

"How about I kill you, brother, and then commit suicide? That way, it'll just be the two of us, and no one else will be left."

"Brother, I don't want to become like that, and I don't want to do those things. Please don't treat me like this."

"I really, really like you..."

If someone else gets you first, I'll choose to kill them first.

Doing that will definitely make you disliked.

He didn't want to do that.

Because he didn't want to be disliked by Jiang Xiyu.

……

Hearing Shang Shi's inner struggles and monologue, 00 was already trembling with fear, hiding in her shell and too scared to come out.

It remained silent upon hearing this, yet its heart pounded with fear.

When the merchant came out, he poured a fresh glass of warm water and added the inducer.

Those blood-red eyes and that quiet, eerie expression made 00 mistakenly believe that Shang Shi had released arsenic.

He smiled gently at times, and at other times his face was cold. He seemed to be teetering on the edge of losing control because of Jiang Xiyu's incomplete words.

Perhaps Shang Shi was truly jealous and had lost his mind.

Therefore, he did not hesitate at all when he added the inducing agent.

The water has been changed to warm, and steam filled the upper part of the cup.

Shang Shi held the water glass and examined it for a moment, then gently shook his wrist, suddenly disturbing the smooth mist on it.

He lowered his gaze indifferently, and the swirling gas seemed to condense in his eyes, turning into unmelting frost.

Shang Shi stood there for a long time, then picked up his water glass and, as if making a firm decision, went back into the bedroom.

Only then did it dare to peek out slightly.

Woohoo.

(?w? )

Seriously, this is terrible.

Alcohol is the root of all evil.

Master, why don't you learn your lesson? You're drunk again.

Now look what's happened! Of all things to say, she had to bring up marrying Qin Muyuan at this time.

Even if you say it, at least say it completely.

A fake marriage is a fake marriage. If you remove the "fake" part, oh dear, it's truly over.

Now, what should we do?

How can I save you?

I am just a weak, pitiful, and helpless little turtle.

My goodness, Shang Shi's expression is terrifying.

Just as 00 was eavesdropping with this uneasy feeling, ten minutes later, the sound of things breaking and crashing suddenly came from inside again.

00 looked shocked.

What's inside?

Fighting?

*

In fact.

A fight did break out inside.

Ten minutes ago, Shang Shi carried water and pushed open the bedroom door.

Jiang Xiyu had long since become a lump of mud due to drunkenness. Before turning into mud, he threw a bomb at Shang Shi. At this moment, the bomb was on the verge of exploding, prompting someone to make a final decision.

Shang Shi planned to let Jiang Xiyu Shuilingling tarnish his innocence tonight.

He carried the water glass to the bedside and sat down. His free left hand reached through Jiang Xiyu's shoulder and lifted him up from the soft bed.

To make Jiang Xiyu comfortable, he used his back as a chair and gently held him in his arms.

"Brother, have some water. You'll feel better after drinking some water." Shang Shi brought the rim of the cup to Jiang Xiyu's lips.

Jiang Xiyu hummed softly, without opening his eyes. He couldn't hear what Shang Shi was saying in his hazy state, but when the warm water touched his lips, he subconsciously opened his mouth and swallowed, letting Shang Shi feed him the water.

As the warm water went down her throat, it slightly relieved the burning sensation left by the alcohol, and the taste became very sweet. So Jiang Xiyu drank it without any suspicion, completely unaware of the consequences that would follow after finishing the glass of water.

But clearly, Shang Shi's mind wasn't on feeding the water.

Jiang Xiyu soon ran out of water. He half-opened his eyes impatiently, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he wanted to drink more. So he hummed softly, "Water."

At this moment, Shang Shi's head was very close to his neck, and a faint fragrance of jasmine could be smelled.

He couldn't help but slowly lean his head towards Jiang Xiyu's glands and gently sniff them.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xiyu's voice sounded calm, but upon closer inspection, one could tell that his breathing was unsteady and his tone was languid and weak.

Shang Shi said softly, "Brother, your pheromones smell so good."

As he said that, his breath on the back of his neck seemed to transform into that of a moth, its wings fluttering wildly across his skin as if it didn't care about its life.

Jiang Xiyu was so agitated that she was pulled back to her senses from her drunken stupor.

The person beside me was still chattering on and on.

"Your Adam's apple is so sexy, and your collarbone is so beautiful." Shang Shi's gaze lingered on the flushed skin around the glands, then drifted down to Jiang Xiyu's shirt, finally asking with a smile, "Brother, may I have a kiss?"

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously knew that the person speaking was Shang Shi, probably because her neck was really itchy. So she somewhat displeasedly brushed away the warmth that was close to her ear, tilted her head back, squinted at him with her drunken eyes, frowned, and said coldly, "I'm just drunk, not out of my mind. What are you talking about?"

The merchant was forced to move a certain distance away.

"..."

Oh, I forgot.

I thought that after taking the medicine, I would be able to...