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

Jiang Xiyu stood quietly by the bed for a moment. He was used to Yuejia's unpredictable moods, but this was ultimately his fault. He picked up the soft pillow from the floor, put it away, and then coaxed him gently, "What do I have to do to make you stop being angry?"

Yuejia stared coldly at Jiang Xiyu. He didn't speak, but seemed to be suddenly awakened by Jiang Xiyu's question, "How... can I not be angry?"

After clearly sensing that unfounded anger, he paused for a moment, and his heart suddenly sank.

Looking back, none of that seemed like him anymore.

Why is he so angry?

He originally planned to seduce the Demon Emperor and then interfere with Shiga's cultivation...

He knew Jiang Xiyu's influence on Shijia, and he also knew that Jiang Xiyu was a poison of lust, so he always used her with caution.

Why did he feel a tightness in his chest when he heard him call Shiga at that moment, and even feel as if he had gone too far in seducing him and had been poisoned?

Ironically, the person who seemed to be on the verge of going mad and was consumed by jealousy just now was himself...

Yuejia herself seemed completely unable to understand, and her expression suddenly turned extremely pale.

He fell silent, his thoughts drifting from wondering, "Why did I do this?" to circling back to, "Why did Jiang Xiyu call for Shiga at that moment?"...

I'm still angry...

This feeling of unease is stuck in my chest and won't go away.

Yuejia paused, suppressing her emotions, and considered what she was about to say to Jiang Xiyu about her terms.

However, seeing his pale face, Jiang Xiyu felt that she should not stay there any longer.

Before Yuejia could speak, he wisely turned to leave the inner hall, thinking he would coax him after his anger subsided.

Just as Yuejia was about to speak, Jiang Xiyu turned and left without any hesitation.

"..."

In an instant, the temperature in the hall seemed to freeze, and there was a deathly silence.

Yuejia's figure subconsciously moved in the direction Jiang Xiyu had left, but only half an inch, and her body and mind seemed to have stepped into thin air, only this time, she fell to the bottom.

Yuejia stared with bloodshot eyes, then fixed her gaze on Jiang Xiyu's departing figure, wishing she could pierce through him.

The faint light, no longer obstructed, finally entered his dark red pupils. The color of his pupils remained unchanged, just as Jiang Xiyu had seen earlier. It was only because his figure was obscured in Yuejia's eyes that the fleeting dark color was perhaps just an illusion caused by the shadows.

A moment later, Jiang Xiyu's figure disappeared from the hall and also completely vanished from Yuejia's sight.

Without that figure in his eyes, his pupils turned blood red.

……

Meanwhile, at Cibei Temple.

When Shiga had his first dream, it was as if he had fallen into a dreamscape of blooming flowers.

In the dream, the fragrance was so rich that it made one's soul tremble.

Before even seeing the person, one could already smell their scent.

When Shiga opened his eyes, the dream was filled with the deep darkness of night.

He couldn't see anything, but he could vaguely make out a figure bending down.

As they drew closer, even though the darkness obscured the other's features, Shiga recognized the person before him at first glance.

The person in the dream looked slightly different from his usual self. Perhaps it was because the surroundings were too dark, but in his hazy state, he felt that the other person's aura was very hot.

When they were close enough, Shijia noticed that Jiang Xiyu's eyes were no longer smiling as usual, but rather held an indescribable, lingering charm. As the spring breeze passed, his appearance appeared exceptionally alluring and beautiful, almost as if he had become a different person, a bewitching charm.

He lowered his eyes with a look of deep affection, as if he could only see him.

As he leaned down, Shiga suddenly felt as if he were being pressed down on top of him.

In an instant, the prayer flags trembled.

Shiga subconsciously recited the scriptures, but found that the scriptures could not withstand such distance, nor could they resist the warmth that kept invading him.

It was as if the lotus pond had transformed into a pool of spring water, with lotus flowers growing within it and swaying in the night breeze.

As the petals of the rose of Sharon fluttered down, they gradually gathered and formed a reflection in the lotus pond.

He was hazy, yet gentle...

The aroma is intoxicating.

Shiga couldn't quite tell if this was reality or a dream.

It seems fake, yet it feels so real.

Thus, his soul seemed to float on the clouds, unable to land, and he couldn't even utter a single Sanskrit word. Even a moment's breath was stolen away by this lingering wind.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but suddenly, he could no longer see that figure, and the warmth dissipated as well.

His soul is lost, unable to find its home.

Until the flowers bloomed again before his eyes, their fragrance filling the air as if the other person's presence enveloped him, a voice reached his ears, and he asked softly, "How can I stop being angry?"

I don't know why he left...

The details are unclear.

Shiga remained silent for a long time before slowly reaching out his hand, as if trying to hold onto the drifting petals of the rose.

Stay here and keep me company.

But dreams are ultimately illusions, and that petal was bound to leave him eventually.

He drifted away, taking with him all the senses of the person in the dream.

When the dream ended and the night faded, the light and shadows flickered in the meditation room.

A ray of sunlight shone on the table and also on the kitten encircled by prayer beads.

Its jewel-like eyes swept past a faint glimmer of light, staring intently at the person sitting cross-legged before the table, the fragrance gradually dissipating.

Shiga slowly opened his eyes and met the kitten's eyes.

Although it was fake, it was exactly the same as its owner's pupils.

The kitten seemed to be gazing at him tenderly, as if a dream had not yet ended.

Shiga lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

As the light fell upon him, his fingertips twitched slightly, as if he could still feel a trace of lingering warmth.

A dream reveals greed.

What is greed? It is the desire that makes people crave but not obtain, giving rise to delusional thoughts.

Shiga looked into the kitten's eyes, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

After staring at it for a long time, he reached out to take the Buddhist prayer beads from the table.

Perhaps the sunlight was too intense, or perhaps the dream of the blooming roses was too scorching, for the prayer beads seemed to have absorbed some warmth as well.

When Shiga held him in his palm, that warmth suddenly returned to his heart.

His hand paused, and his gaze froze for a moment.

The kitten looked at him obediently, enveloped in a soft halo of light, its eyes seeming to be smiling.

Her frown and smile are so similar to his...

Shiga gazed at the kitten for a long time before closing his eyes slightly, waiting for the emotions in his heart to dissipate.

The meditation room was quiet and secluded. After a long while, the incense smoke on the altar seemed to slowly rise amidst the floating light and shadow.

The Buddha in the shrine has a solemn appearance, and he is quietly watching Shika's figure, as if he can see through his thoughts.

In a daze, the mantras I chanted in my heart turned into babbling, and the scriptures I silently recited seemed to be only trying to hold onto the breath of one person.

If your mind is not at peace, reciting the Buddha's name will make you think of him.