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

Warm water was poured over Jiang Xiyu from head to toe. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her eyebrows and eyes showing some fatigue, but also a unique kind of radiance.

He tried hard to recall why he was lying in the same bed with Shang Shi, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the complete details. Deep in his mind, there were only repetitive, fragmented images.

In the dim atmosphere, his upper body was completely sunken into the pillow. In a half-sitting position, when he vaguely raised his eyes, a tall figure crouching down would appear in front of him.

Jiang Xiyu's hand ran through his thick, long hair and finally clenched it tightly.

……

After pondering for a few minutes, Jiang Xiyu realized that it was something that had happened between her and Shang Shi when she was drunk.

Damn it, that really can't be a dream.

Jiang Xiyu was finding it hard to bear it, and braced herself against the wet wall with both hands, a throbbing pain coming from her temples.

after an hour.

Jiang Xiyu finally came out of the bathroom.

The warm light in the bedroom illuminated the person sleeping lightly on the large bed.

Hearing the noise, Shang Shi yawned, propped himself up on the bed, and as he moved, the thin blanket covering him slipped down to his waist and abdomen, revealing his strong upper body.

Those traces were exposed to Jiang Xiyu's eyes without any attempt to conceal them.

Shang Shi half-opened her sleepy eyes, reached out and brushed the messy strands of hair from her forehead behind her head, and glanced at Jiang Xiyu with a coquettish look in her moist eyes.

He smiled faintly, his voice hoarse: "Brother, you're finally done washing up. I almost fell asleep."

If it had been any later, he would have broken down the door.

The light enveloped him, casting a faint, ethereal shadow.

Jiang Xiyu didn't speak. Instead, she leaned against the bathroom door and squinted as she surveyed the situation.

The messy clothes in the bedroom, the chaotic floor, and the intoxicatingly sweet and ambiguous scent in the air—all these pieces of evidence pointed to Jiang Xiyu's unspeakable madness.

Finally, Jiang Xiyu proved one thing completely through Shang Shi's body: Shang Shi and he definitely had sex.

Their eyes met, and the air was eerily quiet.

Jiang Xiyu stared coldly at Shang Shi for a long while before saying in an unusually calm yet very complicated tone, "Pack your things, let's go outside and talk."

"But I feel so uncomfortable, I want to sleep a little longer..."

Shang Shi clutched his chest, looking weak and on the verge of fainting.

Jiang Xiyu frowned, clearly disbelieving, and lingered on him with a slightly warning look in her eyes.

Shang Shi obediently shut his mouth and nodded to indicate that he would get up immediately.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu very carefully, trying to glean something from her—the tender expression Jiang Xiyu displayed before she regained consciousness that made him feel so happy.

Unfortunately, there isn't any left.

After Jiang Xiyu left the bedroom, Shang Shi went into the bathroom as quickly as possible. When he came out after showering, the wall clock had already pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.

It seems that the effect of this inducer only lasts for three days.

When Shang Shi left, Jiang Xiyu was leaning back on the sofa with her eyes closed. The cold aura she had exuded in the bedroom seemed to have subsided, replaced by an unexpected gentleness.

Shang Shi smiled and approached.

"Brother, would you like me to give you a massage?"

The area next to it collapsed, and a jasmine fragrance entered my nostrils.

Jiang Xiyu frowned, looked at him silently, and said, "Don't get so close."

Shang Shi was about to take his hand when she paused, pursed her lips, and weakly refused, "I don't want to."

As he spoke, he still smiled and stuck it on.

"I want to stick to my brother."

Jiang Xiyu reached out and pushed his face away, saying with disgust, "Stop acting cute, it's disgusting."

Unable to stick to him, Shang Shi bit her lip in grievance, lowered her head to compose herself, and then looked at Jiang Xiyu with an extremely pitiful gaze, saying, "Brother, you just praised me for being cute like this yesterday."

"..."

"You don't remember?" Shang Shi remarked with a half-smile, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Is it because you don't want to take responsibility?"

"..."

Jiang Xiyu was completely stunned, clenching her teeth as if she was too angry to utter a sound.

Damn it, who exactly is being *?

What responsibility does he bear?

That's absolutely insane.

After finally waking up from a drunken stupor, I checked the time and realized three days had passed...

He only remembered that he had drunk too much at the party, and then he couldn't remember anything clearly after that.

He rarely got drunk, thinking that drinking in this world wasn't a big deal, so he indulged in a couple of drinks at the party. But Jiang Xiyu momentarily forgot that this body wasn't his own.

Looking at the situation now, all he can think of is the phrase "drunken promiscuity".

After a long while, Jiang Xiyu rubbed his temples, sighed, and asked, "Tell me, what exactly happened in these three days?"

"My brother got drunk, and then we..."

If he were a little girl, she'd probably be biting a handkerchief and pretending to be weak right now.

Jiang Xiyu, impatient with being exposed, said, "Stop pretending."

Shang Shi glanced at Jiang Xiyu's expression, and after confirming that he hadn't noticed anything unusual, he didn't mince words and slowly began to embellish his story.

Twenty minutes later, he finally finished recounting those long, decadent three days. Then, he kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Xiyu.

The shimmering light reflected off the polished floor fell into Jiang Xiyu's reddened eyes.

Shang Shi's eyes squinted upwards, and he could barely contain his triumphant smile.

Haha.

Did you cry from anger?

so cute.

"You mean, I got drunk, suddenly became more sensitive, and then..." Jiang Xiyu turned her head, her gaze sweeping over Shang Shi from head to toe, looking completely incredulous.

"I'm talking to you, an Alpha..."

Jiang Xiyu paused, gritted her teeth, and seemed quite reluctant to speak.

"Mmm-hmm." Shang Shi nodded solemnly.

He blinked innocently at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes sparkling, his face full of sincerity: "Brother, it's okay, you just made a mistake that all Alphas might make..."

Jiang Xiyu asked him, very puzzled, "Why didn't you resist?"

Given Shang Shi's skills, stopping himself should have been an easy thing.

"My brother has suddenly become more susceptible to illness. If I resist, you'll kill me, won't you?"

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if to lift his clothes, revealing the marks on his body.

If this were revealed, it would have implications far beyond what is initially thought.

Jiang Xiyu quickly stopped.

Seeing this, Shang Shi chuckled and rested her head on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder with a sweet expression. She then casually added, "I won't resist because I'm... willing."

"..."

Jiang Xiyu's lips twitched.

I feel like dying.

I slept with him?

I do not believe.

He asked 00, "Do you believe it?"

00 doesn't believe it, but still says, sigh, these days people don't want to take responsibility after sleeping with someone.

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

After he came out of the bathroom, he looked at the evidence all over Shang Shi's body, and at some places where he himself was feeling a dull ache.

What else could he say?

The teeth marks on his back couldn't possibly have been made by Shang Shi himself rotating 180 degrees and biting himself.

00, disregarding her conscience, preemptively asked: "Master, have you been eyeing Shang Shi's face for a long time?"

"..."

Jiang Xiyu had a "you're talking nonsense" look on her face.

That's strange. Last night, someone complimented Shang Shi's looks, even calling him a beauty.

"..."

Hearing this embarrassing past that she had no recollection of, Jiang Xiyu retorted with a forced smile and a cold voice, "During my vulnerable period, I must have been possessed."

If Jiang Xiyu were even slightly lucid during his vulnerable period, he would not allow Shang Shi to climb onto his territory.

However, I'm sorry, he didn't.

Last time she decided to block the path of business, but this time she took the initiative to kick open the door to her lover.

Looking into Shang Shi's beautiful, affectionate eyes, he seemed to have a look that said if he dared to say he wouldn't take responsibility, he would cry his eyes out.

Jiang Xiyu cursed himself inwardly: What a beast!

damn it.

He will never touch a drop of that wine again!

Shang Shi leaned obediently on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder, his eyelids slightly lowered, thinking that if Jiang Xiyu didn't take responsibility, he would have no choice but to learn from those omegas and resort to crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide.

Although his brother might not be soft-hearted towards him.

But if he still wants to marry Qin Muyuan, that omega.

impossible.

Shang Shi smiled coldly.

And so, the two remained silent for more than ten minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

Jiang Xiyu shifted her shoulders, turned Shang Shi's head away, and instead of continuing the topic, asked a nonsensical question: "Are you hungry?"

Shang Shi was stunned for a moment, thinking that Jiang Xiyu cared about him and wanted to cook for him. His eyes immediately lit up with surprise and he smiled sweetly.

"Hungry."

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Then go cook."

Shang Shi: "..."