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

When Yuejia realized that Jiang Xiyu's apologetic murmur was actually about someone else, his heart seemed to sink into an icy lake without him even noticing. The tide of passion in his body suddenly receded, and even the trembling in his heart caused by the satisfaction of desire gradually became ethereal.

In the dim light, his face remained frozen, all traces of greed and confusion vanished.

Even though nothing could be seen clearly, it seemed as if silver frost covered his face.

Cold and deathly white.

If he didn't mishear...

If I heard correctly, he called out "Shiga" to his own face?

In the midst of their tender, intimate moments, he actually mistook him for Shiga...

Shiga fell in love with him...

Did he also develop feelings for Shiga?

The moment this thought crossed her mind, Yuejia felt as if her emotions had been shattered by swords. Instead of making her mind clearer and more organized, it became even more complicated and chaotic.

His purpose in doing this was clearly to influence Shiga.

But he never expected that, in the heat of passion, Jiang Xiyu would suddenly call out to that person...

How can he call someone else?

Doesn't he like himself?

How could I use his face at this moment to think of the person he hates the most?

At this moment, the murmur was like a belated slap, striking Yuejia's face with humiliation.

The pain spread, leaving Yuejia in a nearly out-of-control and bizarre state.

Jiang Xiyu...

The bloodlust in his eyes dissipated, and he squinted, coldly observing Jiang Xiyu's expression. It wasn't the triumphant look he had anticipated, but rather an unexpectedly sinister, even... grumbling, expression.

"What did you just say?" Yuejia sat up, abandoning her mask, and closed in on the two of them.

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were gloomy. After a pause, he said sharply and sarcastically, "Sorry? Who are you sorry to?"

Being stared at by such a cold gaze felt like being coiled by a snake, making it hard to breathe. And with them so close, Jiang Xiyu could feel the anger in Yue Jia's words even more.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly came to her senses, and frowned after realizing what she had said.

For a fleeting moment, when Yuejia looked up, her pupils seemed to be dark.

In the midst of Jiang Xiyu's confusion and infatuation, he caught a glimpse of that deep and cold dark color, and his heart trembled instinctively, throwing him into disarray.

He was also in a daze for a long time until Yuejia pressed him for answers.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the person in front of him and saw that his black hair was slightly disheveled, his shoulders were half exposed, and the nerve in his temple twitched.

He tried to cover Yuejia with the blankets, but Yuejia forcefully slapped his hand away.

In fact, compared to the other party, Jiang Xiyu was more like the disheveled person.

Especially his upper body clothing, which had already been completely torn off by Yuejia.

Jiang Xiyu was oblivious to his own feelings; his hand was momentarily numb from the shock.

He remained silent for a while, then slightly raised his eyes to face Yuejia, who was angry and even disgusted to the point of almost losing her mind. He opened his lips, but could not say anything coherent.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yuejia seemed to laugh in anger, but she was even more furious inside.

"You're kissing me, yet you say you're sorry to Shiga..." he said coldly, paused for a moment, then asked through gritted teeth, "Who is your wife, and who am I?!"

It gives me a feeling of 'the pitiful original wife becoming the mistress'.

Yuejia looked at Jiang Xiyu, seemingly furious, her chest heaving, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

Jiang Xiyu raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Listening to Yue Jia's questioning words, his head seemed to hurt even more.

Really not human.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but curse herself in her heart.

They were already lying on the same bed, and yet, in front of their own partner, whether intentionally or unintentionally, whether conscious or not, they called out another person's name and said sorry.

Anyone who hears this will be suspicious and angry.

After all, such behavior is no different from that of a heartless man or a fickle lover.

Even worse, they're utter scum.

Jiang Xiyu cursed herself inwardly for a while, and after a long time, she finally managed to stammer out, her face blank, "No...it's not what you think..."

He was only momentarily startled by the color of Yuejia's eyes.

The atmosphere was hazy and dreamlike, which made it seem as if the person beneath him had transformed into Shiga for a moment...

Ever since he figured it out, his heart towards Shiga has always been filled with reverence and admiration.

Just as one might admire the high-hanging, cold moon or a white lotus untouched by mud, even when faced with such a sight, Jiang Xiyu only dared to gaze from afar, unable to harbor any thoughts of disrespect.

However, now that the wrong things have already been said, any explanation will only seem weak and ineffective.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't very well say that he had admitted his mistake.

This will only make things worse.

Yuejia waited for a long time, but Jiang Xiyu did not provide any further explanation.

For some reason, he seemed even angrier, and he smirked, his anger turning into a bitter laugh.

His lips, already glistening with moisture, now seemed strangely bloodthirsty, adding a bloodthirsty and erotic touch.

It was as if a snake had opened its scarlet mouth, revealing its fangs, as if it wanted to crush everything in its path.

Yuejia said in a sinister tone, "Go!"

Jiang Xiyu did not move.

Yuejia then grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, pointed at the palace entrance, and raised her voice, "Get out!"

This was indeed the most boisterous sound in the history of the Demon Emperor's Palace.

The demon servants guarding the door were stunned for a moment. After waking up, they looked at each other and stared at the palace door, wishing they could stick their ears to it.

Jiang Xiyu didn't expect him to lose his composure like this. After all, Yuejia had always been very reserved and never revealed his emotions. Now, he was so angry that he seemed to have reached the extreme.

He thought about it and realized it might be because of Shiga.

After all, the two were irreconcilable enemies.

Jiang Xiyu put the pillow she caught aside. It was also the first time she had faced such a scene, and she was somewhat at a loss.

He softened his voice, just like those who had done something wrong, and tried to soothe them, saying, "I was wrong, don't be angry, you'll hurt yourself if you get angry..."

Hearing this, Yuejia felt a surge of anger. He took the pillow that Jiang Xiyu had placed there, clenched it so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and finally threw it on the ground in a fit of rage.

"go out."

Jiang Xiyu moved her lips, feeling that Yuejia suddenly seemed like a different person.

He hesitated for a moment, then got up from the couch.

Yuejia: "..."

Jiang Xiyu picked up the clothes from the ground, and in a flash, he was already dressed. Except for his slightly swollen lips, his appearance was exactly the same.

When Yuejia saw that he was really going to leave, her restless emotions suddenly seemed to be forcibly suppressed.

He suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu, however, was afraid of angering him, so she didn't look at him and looked like she was about to turn around and leave, ready to deny everything after she had done her job.

As Yuejia watched, the emotions that had just been forcibly suppressed surged up again.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu expressionlessly, his face as if covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, looking very cold.