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

After Jiang Xiyu finished his conversation with Shijia, he became increasingly preoccupied and sat alone in the hall with his eyes closed for a long time, until the coolness emanating from the Buddhist beads on his wrist seemed to penetrate his skin and seep into his entire body.

Jiang Xiyu felt a sharp pain in her chest, her long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She then quickly took off the Buddhist prayer beads she was wearing on her wrist and placed them on the table.

The prayer beads were no longer warm; they seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

Jiang Xiyu frowned, somewhat confused about what had happened. Before he could investigate, a demon servant came from the Demon Emperor's Palace and reported to him that Yuejia had woken up.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a moment before picking up the prayer beads again.

A flash of light, and the frost seemed to melt away in his palm, with mist rising, like endless thoughts.

Jiang Xiyu put the Buddhist beads back on his wrist and concealed them before heading to the Demon Emperor's Palace with the demon servant.

When they arrived at the Demon Emperor's Palace, Yuejia was sitting there, seemingly having just woken up, or perhaps having waited for a while.

Seeing him approach, Yuejia looked up.

Their eyes met silently in the air.

Seeing that he was no longer in the same mood as during the day, Jiang Xiyu walked over and asked gently, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Yuejia looked at him, her eyes appearing a deep red against the flickering candlelight.

His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xiyu, watching the lit candles behind him.

When alone in the Demon Emperor's Palace, Yuejia would never light the lamps, nor would she allow the demon servants to do so, so the palace was empty and dark at night.

But when Jiang Xiyu walked in, he would light all the candles.

The swaying light and shadows blended with the cool moonlight behind him, and as he approached, the hall became brighter, as did his face.

The once deserted palace seemed to be suddenly filled with warmth.

Jiang Xiyu walked up to him, and after confirming that Yuejia was lost in thought, waited quietly for a moment.

By the light of the candle, he could see that Yuejia's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat. Seeing that he looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, he asked in confusion, "The servant said you were looking for me... What's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?"

Yuejia remained silent, his gaze scrutinizing Jiang Xiyu.

He was suddenly awakened simply because he sensed Shiga.

After experiencing the same suffering as Shiga, he suddenly discovered that his cultivation level seemed to be increasing.

This is a good thing for him.

This means that what he did that night was indeed subtly influencing Shiga.

At least, he could sense that Shiga's greed seemed to have intensified.

Jiang Xiyu was unaware of Yuejia's thoughts. She simply found a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his face and neck.

When the slightly warm handkerchief touched her skin, Yuejia's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

He looked up and gazed into Jiang Xiyu's eyes, which seemed to embrace autumn waters.

Jiang Xiyu paused slightly when she saw him looking at her like that.

He was puzzled. He had only slept for an afternoon, so why was he sweating so much?

"Is anything bothering you, hmm?"

Yuejia stared at him, still without saying a word.

He reached out and suddenly grabbed Jiang Xiyu's wrist. His temples were damp with sweat, and his face, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, looked strangely holy when he was expressionless.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then her gaze softened unconsciously.

Yuejia frowned slightly, and after a long while, under Jiang Xiyu's gentle gaze, she seemed to respond with a single word, "It hurts..."

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat surprised.

pain?

Why does it hurt?

Jiang Xiyu asked, "Where does it hurt?"

When Yuejia heard his concerned question and saw the genuine emotion in his eyes, her heart felt as if it were being kneaded by two hands, gradually tightening.

Actually, the one in pain wasn't him, it was Shiga...

Although he was implicated because of his shared feelings, the worry shown by the person in front of him was directed at him.

Yuejia suddenly asked, "Are you worried about me?"

Jiang Xiyu was even more confused.

He blinked slowly, not responding to whether he cared or not, but said softly, "Didn't you say you were in pain? Tell me, where does it hurt?"

At one moment, Yuejia's cold and emotionless expression seemed to relax slightly.

Perhaps he himself did not realize it.

He just felt that Jiang Xiyu cared about him, not about Shijia.

He secretly felt a sense of pleasure from this comparison.

These past two days, Yuejia had been brooding over what happened that night, and had also become unconsciously jealous.

He himself is a vessel for evil thoughts, and therefore he is more likely to perceive these emotions.

What does it matter how much Shiga falls in love with this person?

The person he's thinking of now is his...

The concern he showed was also his...

Perhaps in the end, his body will also become his.

The more Shiga suffered because of Jiang Xiyu, the happier Yuejia felt.

Thinking of this, the lingering pain in my heart transformed into an indescribable excitement and joy.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes sparkling, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

That smile was no longer a feigned seduction, but genuine joy, like a lotus swaying in still water, or a snowflake falling in the boundless night, pure and beautiful, making everything around it pale in comparison.

Jiang Xiyu was surprised that Yuejia would suddenly smile at him.

His pupils contracted instantly, and he opened his mouth to say, "You..."

Yuejia gently placed his hand on her heart.

His eyes, shimmering with light, looked up at Jiang Xiyu. He seemed to feign pitifulness as he trembled slightly at her, his voice soft as he said, "My heart aches..."

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes and looked at his chest.

Yuejia's jade-like hand was resting on the back of his hand, her wrist bones thin and pale.

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips curled up, unsure of how to react.

At this distance, he could clearly feel something pulsating beneath his palm.

That is Yuejia's...heart.

Jiang Xiyu let his hand rest on hers, remained silent for a long while, and then cast a slight spell. A faint purple light appeared where her palm touched his chest.

Yuejia felt a gentle force flowing into her heart.

He gripped Jiang Xiyu's hand and tightened his grip slightly.

Once Yuejia's pain was relieved, Jiang Xiyu withdrew his hand.

The smile on Yuejia's lips vanished, as if it had never appeared at all.

Jiang Xiyu asked him how he was feeling.

Yuejia raised an eyebrow and then made a move to get up.

However, when she got up, she stumbled and fell into Jiang Xiyu's arms.

Jiang Xiyu instinctively protected him.

The air was filled with the fragrance of roses. Yuejia leaned against him, something flashing in her eyes.

He replied, "I feel much better, but I'm a little weak."

Hearing him say that, Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to support him.

Later, Yuejia felt sticky from the sweat on her body and wanted to take a bath. Jiang Xiyu was about to call someone to serve her, but Yuejia suddenly became very unhappy when she saw him doing so.

He disliked Jiang Xiyu for being a blockhead, so he turned around and went to the inner hall to take a bath. However, after he finished, he insisted that Jiang Xiyu dry his hair for him.

Having finally eased the tension somewhat, Jiang Xiyu wouldn't refuse and could only accommodate him in every way.

Yuejia was even more satisfied with this.

He looked at the candlelight not far away, his eyes revealing a determined look.