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

Yuejia's back suddenly stopped, and a surge of irritation welled up in her heart.

His expression darkened, and his tone took on a chill: "You're leaving?"

Giving him this means you're leaving?

Jiang Xiyu simply said, "If you don't return to Cibei Temple and to the Master's side, there will be no merit for you."

That day, they revisited the place and confronted each other sharply.

In exchange for keeping Yuejia by his side, Yuejia said that he needed to return to Shijia's side, and that he needed Shijia's merits.

Jiang Xiyu did not forget.

Yuejia hadn't forgotten either, but compared to this sentence, the tenderness she had felt just moments before seemed as thin as a cicada's wing, vanishing in an instant like smoke in the palace.

In reality, stripping away their interactions over the past few months, it seems that all that remains between them is an exchange of interests.

He wanted to trap him...

He wants to use him...

Yuejia turned around and gave Jiang Xiyu a deep look. It seemed that the answer would be revealed if he looked at him again...

But before we knew it, the water curtain began to fall again.

Even though they weren't far apart, his face was like the moon in a mirror or a flower in water.

The color of Yuejia's eyes seemed to be blurred by the raindrops in the water curtain, becoming very pale and eerie.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu, and the answer that was about to come out was suddenly blocked by the water curtain, and then fell into the pool, no longer causing any waves.

After a long while, he gave Jiang Xiyu a seemingly indifferent smile.

In that instant, all the anxiety, jealousy, hatred, and inexplicable emotions in my heart cooled down completely.

Yuejia said softly, "Alright, I'll wait for your merits."

After he finished speaking, he looked away from Jiang Xiyu, as if he was extremely disgusted to continue being with him.

He continued in a cold voice, seemingly angry: "Since you're going to leave, why wait until tomorrow? You can leave now!"

In the past few months, he has not only absorbed the merits of Jiang Xiyu, but also the greed that Shijia has developed because of him.

Sending Jiang Xiyu back to Shijia's side would be the best help for him.

As long as Shiga intensifies his greed for him, the balance will shift, and it shouldn't be long before he can leave the Demon Emperor's Palace prison and successfully seize Shiga's body.

What happens to them then will be none of his business.

Even if Jiang Xiyu dares to stop him, he will still do what he said before and take action against him.

He won't soften his heart...

Therefore, he had better not let himself down.

Yuejia pulled away those chaotic emotions and let her inexplicably bitter heart sink deeply.

In the misty, shimmering water, Jiang Xiyu gazed at him quietly, her eyes sparkling with affection like spring water.

He seemed to notice that something was wrong with Yuejia, and got up to walk towards him.

The figure walked through the lingering curtain of water, yet remained untouched, like raindrops falling on flower petals. He was like a beautiful, lingering flower, leaving no trace after the rain.

Yuejia stared at him blankly, thinking that he was really about to leave.

Jiang Xiyu simply walked up to him without turning around, and looked down at him.

Yuejia didn't meet his gaze, but she could sense that his eyes, fixed on her, were still gentle, as if carrying a smile.

After a moment of silence, Yuejia heard the person in front of her speak.

He said, "I'm not leaving now..."

Moonga has not yet responded.

Jiang Xiyu sighed inwardly, realizing he was a bit difficult to appease, so she took his hand, which was adorned with a bodhi seed, and said, "Don't be angry..."

Upon hearing this, Yuejia suddenly looked up, about to refute Jiang Xiyu's words, but unexpectedly met Jiang Xiyu's affectionate eyes, which quietly reflected him. Instantly, the words Yuejia was about to say seemed to be captured by his gaze, and she couldn't say them.

Jiang Xiyu smiled slightly when she saw that he didn't speak.

Yuejia was stiff all over, finding Jiang Xiyu's words utterly absurd.

How could he possibly be angry?!

Why is he angry...?

He had been longing for this for a long time!

He was very happy!

Yuejia thought this to herself, but there was no smile on her face.

He coldly shifted his gaze, suppressing all his emotions, and stopped looking at Jiang Xiyu.

He also missed the image of himself in Jiang Xiyu's eyes—the image of himself that Jiang Xiyu couldn't see, the image of himself that couldn't hide his anger on his face.

As night fell, the two lay side by side on the tatami mat.

Jiang Xiyu did not revert to his original form this time; he lay on his side, facing the direction of Yuejia.

Yuejia, however, turned her back to him because of what had happened during the day, as if she didn't want to see him.

They faced off in silence for a long time; the hall was so quiet that even their breathing seemed to have disappeared.

The air was filled with the fragrance of roses.

Yuejia didn't close his eyes. He knew Jiang Xiyu was watching him, and his back stiffened unconsciously.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to notice his tension, so she turned over and faced him with her back.

With her gaze abruptly shifted away, Yuejia's eyes fell into the darkness.

I don't know how long the pause lasted, but it seemed as if the night had grown much darker.

Yuejia turned around.

By the moonlight cast by the lotus pond in the palace, he examined Jiang Xiyu closely.

From his hair to his neck, then his shoulders, his body was wrapped in thin clothing, along with the concave curve of his waist, before finally disappearing into the bedding...

Yuejia inappropriately recalled his arousal, remembering the moment her hand brushed against his back, feeling the firm, resilient flesh around his waist.

But this has nothing to do with lust.

In the increasingly quiet night, he suddenly wanted to understand the emotions that had suddenly settled in his heart, and what they were that had caused him to be unable to sleep all night.

This left him, who had consumed countless desires, utterly powerless.

It even made him want to hug, kiss, and get closer...

this person.

What kind of person is he, really?

And so, in his sleepless nights, his heart still gave him no answer.

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The next day, the dawn broke through the gloom, and the sky gradually brightened.

It illuminated the magnificent palace in the demon realm, and also the quiet ancient temple hidden in the mountains.

Jiang Xiyu left the demon realm and immediately headed to the Compassion Temple.

It was still early when he arrived; the monks were performing their morning prayers.

However, when Jiang Xiyu arrived outside the main hall, he was surprised to find that he did not see Shiga's figure in front of the Buddha.

He thought for a moment, then ran to the meditation room, but when he arrived, he still couldn't find him.

Jiang Xiyu returned to his original form, walked around the meditation room, and smelled the air. Everything was as before, except that the scent of Shiga was very faint, almost non-existent.

Logically speaking, the smell shouldn't have dissipated for people who frequent this place.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment, and for some reason, felt a little flustered.

He sat obediently at the entrance of the meditation room and waited for a while, just as he always did when waiting for Shiga.

This time, however, he waited for a long time, but still did not see him.