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

Jiang Xiyu couldn't understand the deeper meaning of those words; he simply assumed that Shijia felt the prayer beads were bothering him.

However, he didn't feel bothered at all; in fact, he was quite happy to be able to talk to Shiga like this.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and shook her head gently, saying, "I haven't disturbed you, Master."

He paused for a moment, then consulted with Shiga, saying, "Master, since these prayer beads can connect us, can I speak to you like this all the time?"

Shiga paused, lowered his eyes, and asked softly, "Why?"

The sound was barely audible.

Jiang Xiyu heard it clearly. He put the prayer beads to his ear and, without thinking much, said sincerely, "In that case, the monk wouldn't be considered a person anymore."

"Moreover, I am very happy to be able to talk to the monk..." I also hope that the monk will be happy with my company.

Jiang Xiyu did not say those words aloud.

But the sincere words spoken earlier lingered in the meditation room for a long time.

At one moment, Shiga's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he seemed to freeze in place.

His dark eyes slowly began to light up, as if light had fallen into them, illuminating the surprise and barely perceptible, misty joy in his eyes.

However, this joy was quickly overshadowed by the shadows cast by the long eyelashes, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

He was restrained, yet so calm as if he had never been restrained at all.

Jiang Xiyu waited patiently for his reply, but there was no sound from the prayer beads.

He felt somewhat lost, and also had some subtle emotions.

Perhaps, it was a sense of loss.

Perhaps it was because, in Jiang Xiyu's heart, Shijia seemed to never refuse him, but this silence at the moment was like a long, silent rejection.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to be deep in thought for a while before she calmed her heavy heart and still called him Master with a smile.

He couldn't see himself speaking; although his tone was smiling, his face showed a hint of sadness and heartbreak.

Jiang Xiyu understood and said, "I forgot, the Master needs to meditate. If it's inconvenient, then I won't say it like that. I'll talk to the Master when I get back to Cibei Temple."

“I hope the Venerable Master takes good care of his health. I…” Jiang Xiyu’s lips trembled slightly. After a moment, he tried his best to keep his tone normal, his fingers tightening around the prayer beads. He held his breath and pretended to be relaxed: “We’ve been chatting and forgotten the time. Well then, I won’t disturb the Venerable Master any longer…”

His voice remained unchanged, always gentle and filled with reverence and admiration for Shiga.

But when the words "don't disturb" reached Jinglian's ears, who was guarding outside the meditation room, she was somewhat shaken.

He turned and walked into the meditation room, only to see that Shiga's face was shrouded in a faint, floating light, as if he had turned pale for a moment.

Shiga opened his lips, and the frustration in his heart tightened even more.

Jiang Xiyu's words lingered in his mind for a long time.

He should have responded immediately, but he hesitated and could not utter a word.

After saying her last words, Jiang Xiyu fell silent.

The sound of the prayer beads seemed to have lost its warmth, suddenly cooling down and leaving an icy chill on Shijia's palm. This chill seeped into his heart, cooling the hazy joy he had felt from Jiang Xiyu's seemingly unintentional words of love.

do not bother……

After an unknown amount of time, Shiga closed his eyes and seemed to hear a faint echo of his own voice in the wind.

"it is good."

Do not disturb, do not disturb...

All he could say was "good".

Upon hearing the reply, Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and then gave a faint smile.

He lowered his eyes, and the hand that held the prayer beads by his ear fell silently down.

The light emitted by the prayer beads fell into his shadow and gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, another voice rang out from the prayer beads, sounding anxious.

"A little cat demon!"

Upon entering the meditation room, Jinglian listened to Shijia's agreement and stood by, secretly anxious.

Seeing that the two had finished talking, he should have breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt inexplicably complicated.

It seemed, even to him, an outsider, that the two shouldn't have said those things.

Saying you won't disturb me...

Seeing that Shiga was pale and gloomy, he disregarded everything else and anxiously called out to Jiang Xiyu.

Shiga did not turn around; he seemed not to have heard, and his back was inexplicably shrouded in frost.

Jiang Xiyu's hand twitched as he picked it up again, frowning in confusion. "Master Jinglian?"

The prayer beads lit up again, and a warm sensation entered my palm.

Shiga's expression remained calm. He paused for a moment after loosening his grip on the prayer beads, then tightened it again.

Upon hearing his response, Jinglian quickly approached Shijia's side.

He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect toward Shiga and called out to him.

Shiga raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him.

Jinglian looked at the kitten on the table and saw the ripples in his eyes. She sighed inwardly and then asked the prayer beads in Shijia's hand, "Little cat demon, when will you return to the Compassion Temple?"

Shiga averted his gaze and stared intently at the prayer beads.

The prayer beads did not make a sound immediately, as if the person speaking on the other end was no longer there.

Shiga lowered his brows.

Seeing that he seemed dejected, Jinglian was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Is the little cat demon still there?"

Jiang Xiyu was pondering the question Jinglian had raised, because he was unsure when he could return to Cibei Temple, and naturally could not give an exact time.

However, when Jinglian asked if he was there, Jiang Xiyu promptly replied, "Yes."

He thought for a moment and then truthfully replied to Jinglian: "I can't say for sure when I'll be able to go back to Cibei Temple. I guess I'll have to take care of things at home before I can go back."

However, he asked himself if his relationship with Jinglian was good enough for him to care about when she would return.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xiyu tentatively asked, "Has something happened to the Master?"

Shijia was never one to talk much. Even when he had already suffered a backlash, he refused to say anything and even asked Jinglian to go down the mountain to eat fish.

When he returned, he found that Shiga had become extremely weak due to the backlash.

He thought Jinglian's words had a hidden meaning.

Jinglian didn't rush to speak after hearing this, as if she acquiesced.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to ask, Jinglian's words came from the Buddhist beads.

Jinglian glanced at the Buddhist disciple furtively and said cryptically, "Nothing's wrong. I just missed you. The temple is so quiet without you."

As Jinglian walked back, she thought helplessly, "If the Buddha has fallen in love with you, then something terrible has happened."

Jiang Xiyu took it as a joke and was slightly relieved. She said with a smile, "I'll go back as soon as I've finished dealing with things here."

As he spoke, he added something, seemingly addressing Jinglian, yet also seemingly addressing the owner of the prayer beads.

"However, if you feel unwell, please remember to call me."

"I will definitely rush back as soon as possible."

Jinglian looked at Shijia.

Shiga raised his face, which appeared pale and shrouded in the shimmering light.

His eyes were calm, but no longer as dull as before.

Jinglian sighed and shook her head, feeling conflicted.

He both hoped that Jiang Xiyu would come back soon and hoped that he would not come back.

If he returns, he will affect the Buddhist disciples' practice; if he doesn't return, the Buddhist disciples will almost abandon their practice because of his delusions about him.

Jinglian could see through the hidden meaning.

He also knew the meaning behind the Buddhist disciple's question, "Are you well today?"

Actually, I wanted to ask the little cat demon if he was alright; I missed him, I wanted to see him...