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

The feeling was indescribable; it was a sensation that flowed through the body along the ear, a feeling that was neither a tickle nor a tingling numbness. For a moment, Yuejia seemed to lose her hearing.

He couldn't hear any sound, yet it was as if he could hear a heartbeat through the body pressed against his back.

Whose heartbeat is that...?

Before she could even make a judgment, Yuejia's gaze suddenly darkened.

He felt the red silk in front of him seemed to be slowly swaying.

He hadn't yet figured out why Shiga had acted rashly, but this very act of rashness was the first thing to affect him.

During the period of empathy, influenced by Shiga, Jiang Xiyu was like an unfathomable desire to him.

This desire lingered in Yuejia's heart at all times, like a dark cloud that could never be dispelled.

Even though Yuejia devoured many desires in the world, it couldn't help but feel wary of it.

He kept telling himself that his mental and physical erratic movements were all due to Shiga's influence.

Ultimately, he and Shiga were one person, and it was impossible to completely distinguish their feelings.

Despite all the caution and suppression, he still lost control the moment he got close.

Yuejia dislikes things being out of her control.

He was extremely annoyed by the feeling Shiga gave him, and after regaining his senses, his aura became much more subdued.

He subtly created some distance, but his wrist was still in Jiang Xiyu's hand.

Yuejia lowered her eyes and glanced at him. After suppressing her emotions, she said with a forced smile, "Husband, let's take a walk."

Jiang Xiyu smiled slightly at him, her expression unreadable, and said, "Okay."

A red silk cloth was laid on the ground, and he led Yuejia across this section again.

Yuejia stood beside him, looking at each other's hands with an indescribable gaze; her eyes held calculation and something else...

Jiang Xiyu, however, quietly observed everything before her, her steps slow and composed.

Before I knew it, all the petals had fallen.

The sky was filled with rosy clouds, as if an auspicious time had arrived.

Jiang Xiyu led Yuejia through the memories, and finally, the two arrived outside the bridal chamber.

Yuejia glanced at it, her eyes unfathomable.

He examined her for a moment, then suddenly leaned weakly toward Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, quickly raised her hand to support him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yuejia leaned most of her weight on Jiang Xiyu and said wearily, "I'm a little tired after walking for so long. Why don't we go inside and rest for a while?"

Jiang Xiyu did not refuse and led him into the bridal chamber.

Red curtains and wedding candles, the room's furnishings were exactly the same as on the wedding day.

Jiang Xiyu helped Yuejia to the couch.

After Yuejia sat down, she also pulled Jiang Xiyu to sit next to her.

He slowly leaned forward and approached Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu frowned slightly, but remained completely still.

He wanted to see what Yuejia was going to do...

As Yuejia drew closer to him, she whispered with emotion, "My husband, I always feel like I owe you so much."

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow and asked in a cool but deep voice, "Oh? What do you owe me?"

This is so unexpected.

Yuejia, who always liked to take, actually felt indebted to herself.

Jiang Xiyu instinctively felt that this meant he was drunk and lying down, and couldn't help but become a little wary.

While he was deep in thought, Yuejia simply smiled faintly and glanced meaningfully around.

Jiang Xiyu followed his gaze and saw that the wedding candles were burning perfectly.

Before he could even guess the meaning behind Yuejia's words, Yuejia leaned closer to Jiang Xiyu, her breath softly falling on his ear.

He said, "I seem to owe you, my husband, a wedding night..."

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback.

He never expected that what Yuejia said she owed him would be this.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a while before glancing at Yue Jia and saying to him in a calm tone, "If that's the case, you don't owe me anything."

Love and pleasure naturally require mutual affection.

Were they mutually in love?

Even though he felt pity for Yuejia, Yuejia had no feelings for him whatsoever.

Even if he says such things, it cannot hide his ulterior motives.

Jiang Xiyu laughed it off and didn't take it seriously.

Yuejia's breathing faltered slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to say that.

He looked down at Jiang Xiyu's slender neck, and after a long while, he continued, "But we are husband and wife. If we don't take this step, we will only have the name without the reality."

The tone seemed somewhat unreal, yet also contained a hint of coaxing.

As Yuejia spoke, she straightened her upper body slightly, her strangely beautiful eyes staring straight at Jiang Xiyu.

He mimicked the manner of a woman, barely concealing his face with his sleeve, and when he looked at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes seemed to hold a hook. "Besides, husband, don't you like me very much too?"

Jiang Xiyu grasped his hand resting on his knee and said earnestly, "You are the wife I have sworn an oath to Heaven and Earth for, and moreover, the Demon Queen whom I have respectfully appointed in the Ten Domains. How can you be a mere figurehead?"

Yuejia, however, persisted and pulled her hand away.

His heart sank, and he feigned anger, saying, "In the end, my husband still rejects me."

Seeing that he was throwing a tantrum, Jiang Xiyu frowned slightly, then sighed and explained, "I'm not rejecting you, I just don't care about these things."

He paused, his voice lowering, "Your health isn't good, how could I bear to do that to you..."

Yuejia stared into his eyes, and a sudden surge of restlessness welled up in her heart.

Upon his return, the Demon Emperor's repeated evasions and rejections finally pushed Yuejia to her breaking point. "What if I say I care? Will my husband still reject me like this?"

Jiang Xiyu remained unmoved, like a block of wood, and simply said, "Once you're better, we..."

Before he could finish speaking, the figure reflected in his pupils suddenly magnified.

In a moment of panic, Yuejia had already pressed her forehead against his.

When Jiang Xiyu and he locked eyes, the blood-red light in his eyes suddenly began to swirl, as if blooming with red spider lilies, eerie yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Caught off guard by those eyes, Jiang Xiyu was momentarily stunned.

But when Yuejia's cold lips touched his, Jiang Xiyu regained his senses in an instant.

He immediately realized Yuejia's intention.

It seems that Yuejia intends to use the same trick as last time, controlling him with her eyes and then extracting some information from his mouth.

Jiang Xiyu froze abruptly, her gaze unwavering.

Yuejia scrutinized him for a moment, then gently and seductively said, "Look into my eyes."

Jiang Xiyu raised his eyes, like a puppet, and looked into Yue Jia's eyes in complete accordance with his wishes.

Her alluring features were even more striking and captivating than those of the most beautiful flower.

As Yuejia watched those golden pupils gradually dim, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems he made the right choice in coming here.

Yuejia wanted to use the same trick again to seduce Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu didn't fall for the trap at all, and his repeated avoidance annoyed Yuejia.

Yuejia could only channel more of her magic power into the 'anger' in her eyes in order to control Jiang Xiyu.

The reason he chose to have Jiang Xiyu recreate the wedding scene was simply because it was the scene that Jiang Xiyu coveted the most.