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

Meanwhile, at the Jiang residence.

A place where East meets West to the extreme, exquisitely refined yet extravagant, revealing the family heritage and strength of this prestigious clan in every aspect.

When Jiang Xiyu stood at the entrance of the main house and looked at the people who were respectfully guarding the door, he felt that this was a feudal family that had survived to this day, and the whole place reeked of decay and hierarchy.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing glasses came up and nodded to him, saying, "Young Master, the Master is waiting for you in the study."

Jiang Xiyu frowned. Upon hearing that address, the extremely painful memories belonging to the original owner of the body flooded her mind.

Old Master Jiang, a character who traps everyone in hell, the creator of all tragedies.

Not only did he treat Shang Shi's two fathers, but he also raised his own grandson as a tool, without any affection and with cruel methods.

From the moment the original owner replaced Shang Shi and entered the Jiang family, it was as if she had stepped into a hell.

In this hellish place, the endless lessons of being an heir, the daily punishments and torments, the coldness in everyone's words, and the mental control exerted by those in power all suffocated the original owner, and even indirectly contributed to the original owner's later ruthlessness and madness.

He inevitably picked up the habits of the wealthy and even developed a serious mental illness, becoming irritable, easily angered, and unpredictable.

So what he thought he had stolen was a bright future, but in reality, it was mental torture that made him suffer unbearably.

During this time, he had thought about telling the truth, but he didn't dare, because the Jiang family could deal with an imposter as easily as crushing an ant.

So he could only swallow his anger and grow up in such an environment, suppressing his feelings until he met Shang Shi again ten years later. Only then did his long-suppressed fears and madness find an outlet, ultimately leading him to his destruction.

As Jiang Xiyu followed the butler inside, a wave of discomfort washed over her, both physically and mentally.

Upon reaching the second floor and facing the heavy, tightly closed mahogany door, the discomfort I felt instantly reached its peak.

He instinctively clenched his fist and stared at the door.

After the door was pushed open, he was led inside, then looked at the person sitting by the window and softly called out, "Grandpa."

Grandpa Jiang was flipping through the documents in his hand when he heard the sound, and then he looked up.

The moment Jiang Xiyu met the old man's gaze, she suddenly understood why the original owner was so afraid of Shang Shi's appearance—because they looked so alike.

The resemblance to Shang Shi can still be faintly seen in the features of Old Master Jiang.

They are similar, yet they are not.

His aura, like the lifeless old house, was powerful, cold, and incredibly superior; the haughty posture of a superior had long since taken over his entire being.

He waved his hand, and the butler, understanding, closed the door and left.

In the enclosed space, as the old man approached, a scent of ambergris gradually invaded his nostrils, filling him with the oppressive feeling of an Alpha.

He said, "You didn't do very well on this assignment."

Jiang Xiyu suppressed her instinctive urge to resist the Alpha pheromones and kept her head down without speaking.

As the heir of the Jiang family, he was required to be proficient in everything, but the original owner was a human, not a machine, and naturally could not meet his standards in every aspect. The original owner had been suppressed by such pheromone pressure many times before. At first, he would resist, but after many times, it became less unbearable.

So, Jiang Xiyu turned around skillfully and was about to go find the butler to accept the punishment.

Master Jiang coldly stopped him: "You don't need to go today. Go see your marriage partner tomorrow."

Jiang Xiyu paused slightly and frowned.

"I will have the housekeeper deliver the documents to you. Please don't forget the proper etiquette."

After giving his instructions, the old man gestured for him to leave.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and agreed.

No sooner had he returned to his room than the butler handed him the information about his marriage prospectus.

Qin Muyuan.

The original male protagonist is the bottom.

Looking at the photos of the omega in the file, who was as beautiful as a daffodil, Jiang Xiyu suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

In the original world, Qin Muyuan developed feelings for him because of the original owner's deliberate pretense and goodwill. However, the original owner was a villain with only two goals: his career and killing Shang Shi. He mostly used the protagonist, which led to Qin Muyuan becoming disheartened after learning the truth and refusing to marry him for a long time.

Because Grandpa Jiang was still resentful about his Alpha son falling in love with an Alpha and ultimately committing suicide for love, another condition for the original owner to obtain the right of inheritance was that he must marry an omega partner.

Qin Muyuan refused to marry him. Without marriage, the original owner would not be able to inherit the Jiang family's inheritance, which is why he eventually turned completely evil and became ruthless.

Faced with the situation just now, Jiang Xiyu truly loathed the feeling of being controlled by others.

He could feel deeply that ever since his soul entered this body, most of his emotions had been influenced by the original owner's emotions.

Perhaps it's the constraints of the world's rules that prevent him from doing anything that would break his established persona; otherwise, if he were expelled from this world, the mission would be over.

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to get up by following her memories. She found the medicine that the original owner had taken and calmed herself down for a long time before she could suppress the restless and world-weary emotions in her bones.

He had absolutely no doubt that the original owner's spirit would cause him to uncontrollably engage in some kind of self-destructive behavior.

It's really a headache.

Jiang Xiyu lay back on the sofa, closing her eyes wearily.

Just then, the phone lying on the table vibrated at an inopportune moment.

Jiang Xiyu initially didn't want to pay attention, but the phone kept ringing incessantly, so he finally picked it up and glanced at it with annoyance.

unknown number.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Xiyu, lacking patience, simply turned off her phone.

Seeing his furrowed brows and uncomfortable appearance, she swallowed the words of advice that were about to come out.

The phone kept ringing until its owner turned it off.

The bedroom fell into complete silence.

Meanwhile, the thug who had been hung up on was so frightened that he dropped his phone. He looked up, trembling, his eyes filled with terror and despair, at the person sitting on the sofa playing with a military bayonet.

It felt as if he had just lost his life, not just hung up the phone.

There were already seven or eight people lying next to him.

They were all bruised and swollen, covered in blood, a truly pitiful sight.

But none of those were fatal wounds; it was only the feeling of being enveloped in fear that made them truly feel the approach of death.

They covered their mouths tightly, afraid that letting out a wail would displease the demon.

He was filled with regret. Damn it, why did I have to stand up for those three kids?

This isn't an omega, this is a fucking deadly Alpha!

Spicy balls.

The moment they couldn't get through on the phone, they all felt that the egg was spicy.

This time I'm really doomed.

The thug burst into tears, terrified: "I, I'll hit you again!!! Spare me, spare me!"

"it does not matter."

The person on the sofa gave him a slight smile.

The next second, Shang Shi stood up, and a huge shadow fell over him because of his height.

He approached unhurriedly, twisted his wrist, and then slowly used the military knife to cut his hand. Blood instantly clung to his slender fingers like vines before dripping down.

"It's very sharp; it doesn't hurt even if it cuts you and draws blood."

he said softly.

Seeing how perverted he was, the thug immediately put on a pleading act, clasping his hands together in a trembling gesture, almost crawling at his feet to lick his shoes.

"I...we were wrong, please, please don't kill me..."

Shang Shi shook his head and obediently explained, "I won't kill you, because... murder is against the law."

Before the thug could even catch his breath, the smile on his face vanished instantly, his expression turning icy cold, and he emanated a chilling aura of malevolence.

The next second, he deftly raised his leg and mercilessly crushed the finger bones of the person blocking his way.

Before the man could even groan in pain, he was kicked flying, his bones slamming into the sharp coffee table, causing him to grimace in agony. He coughed up blood and then passed out.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing wail rang out from the rented room.

Accompanied by the boy's incredibly gentle yet eerie whisper: "Don't make a sound, or you'll disturb the neighbors."

……

As dawn approached, the thug was still holding his phone at the window, repeatedly dialing the number that was supposed to be switched off.

He was almost fainting when he grabbed a handful of his thigh flesh to force himself back to his senses.

Please, savior, answer the phone.

(oT-T)

Please, ancestors, just accept it.

┗( T﹏T )┛

Waaah, Mom, I miss you.

(*??????)

In that instant, driven by his subconscious longing for his mother, the young hoodlum had a sudden inspiration and decided to take a roundabout approach.

He raised his hand shakily toward the person inside and said, "I have a way to get him to answer the phone."

The other thugs, who were beaten to the point of being delirious and even tortured and not allowed to sleep all night, suddenly became as if they had been injected with chicken blood and shouted, "He has a way, he has a way!"

Shang Shi watched them quietly for a while, then chuckled inexplicably: "Very good."

Amidst the expectant gazes of the other thugs, the young thug swallowed hard, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Let's call the police."

The thugs: "???"

"!!!"

Oh no, you called the police because you think their injuries aren't serious enough, right?

It seems like the fist isn't going to hit you.

You said you had a solution, but your solution is the police station's solution!

Amidst their shocked and dejected expressions, and seeing that Shang Shi did not get angry, the thug finished speaking, trembling.

"His phone is off, we can't reach him. If we call the police, they can find him."

"My mom said that if you have any problems, you should ask the police for help."

After saying that, the thug wished he could curl up in the ground.

The thugs: "..."

Shang Shi pondered for a moment, then stepped towards him, looked down at him for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"It seems pretty good." He smiled, stroking his chin, then seemed troubled: "Why didn't I think of that..."

"Indeed, people think most clearly when faced with life-or-death situations."

Seeing that he was finally satisfied, the thug collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

Waaah, I wouldn't have dared to call the police if I hadn't really had no other choice.

After all, they were the ones causing trouble, and they were gangsters. Each of them had a criminal record to some extent. What's the difference between calling the police and turning oneself in?

But when it came to his life, he felt that being arrested by the police was no big deal.

Shang Shi wiped his face, feeling the light streaming in from the window.

The unhealthy skin, when illuminated, reveals the tiny blood vessels hidden beneath, giving it an inexplicable sense of fragility and brokenness.

He stood in the light for a while, feeling it, before saying with a forced smile, "Go ahead and fight."

He couldn't wait any longer.

Once he received permission, the thug immediately withdrew his raised hand and dialed the police station.

As soon as the call connected, the thug heard the familiar greeting and burst into tears, sobbing, "Hello, is this 110? We committed a home invasion robbery and attacked someone with a knife. The address is XXXXXX. Officers, please come quickly, please... sob..."

Thugs: ┭┮﹏┭┮

If we slow down any further, we feel like we're about to be killed as hostages.