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

Jiang Xiyu thought he was hallucinating. After a while, after confirming that Shiga was looking at him and that he had not misheard, Jiang Xiyu suppressed his emotions slightly.

He hadn't expected Shiga to say something like that.

Jiang Xiyu pondered for a moment, thinking that he had missed a word.

What Shiga actually said was "You've returned," not "You've come."

After all, the two sentences have very different meanings. The second sentence, "You've come," is as if he has already come many times, and Shiga knew he was coming...

Therefore, Jiang Xiyu hesitated to make a move.

Shiga suddenly raised his hand towards him, the prayer beads swaying gently in the air, as if inviting him.

Jiang Xiyu felt a sudden jolt in her heart and wanted to step forward.

But Shiga's hand was raised for only a moment, then as if it had been suddenly burned by something, his fingertips twitched slightly, and then slowly fell down, as if he had never raised it at all.

Jiang Xiyu was completely unaware, and simply smiled slightly at Shijia, her eyes captivating, filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

He said softly, "Master, I'm back..."

As he approached, the glow of the sunset from the top of the Buddhist cave suddenly fell upon him, as if embracing him completely.

Shiga seemed not to hear anything. He looked at Jiang Xiyu and said nothing more.

But in his dark eyes, Jiang Xiyu's figure was quietly reflected.

The closer Jiang Xiyu got, the clearer the figure in Shijia's eyes became.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Xiyu stopped outside the lotus platform. He remained silent for a moment, sensing the undercurrent of power around Shijia. His smile faltered for a moment, and then he lowered his voice and asked, "Master, have I disturbed your cultivation?"

He seemed to be in a meditative state just now.

If I hadn't suddenly moved, he probably wouldn't have opened his eyes.

Shiga looked at Jiang Xiyu, and when he saw that Jiang Xiyu was no longer approaching, his eyes seemed to be filled with ice and snow.

Jiang Xiyu felt a chill run down his spine for no reason, and felt more and more that he had disturbed him. He was about to take a step back, but before he could take half a step, Shiga's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

Jiang Xiyu froze instantly.

He barely dared to breathe loudly, enduring Shiga's gaze, unable to advance or retreat, finding it quite agonizing.

Until one moment, he heard Shiga speak again.

This time, his tone seemed to carry a strong sense of weariness.

He asked, "Why aren't you coming over yet...?"

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback, her heart skipped a beat, and she didn't quite understand what he meant.

She closed her eyes slightly, then looked up at him again, as if urging him.

Jiang Xiyu met his gaze, and after a moment, she took a tentative step closer to him, following the meaning in his eyes.

Although Shiga's piercing gaze was invisible, Jiang Xiyu inexplicably sensed it; his eyes seemed to soften for a moment.

So Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath, stepped onto the lotus platform, and walked towards him.

Shiga's gaze followed him, his pupils seemingly unfocused yet also focused.

Jiang Xiyu walked up to him, slowly knelt down, and then looked directly into his eyes.

Shiga's pupils were fixed on him, looking at him, yet it seemed as if he wasn't looking at him at all.

Their eyes met, and after a long while, a strange yet intense feeling suddenly arose in Jiang Xiyu's heart as Shiga gazed at them.

The feeling was as if Shiga was looking through him, as if he wasn't being seen as the real Shiga.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't resist and waved her hand in front of his eyes, her tone incredibly gentle: "Master, it's me..."

"I'm back……"

Shiga did not react; his eyes seemed to be filled with snow that could not be melted.

Jiang Xiyu was afraid that something might happen to him, that he might go astray from being disturbed, so she leaned slightly forward, got closer to his face, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Shiga's forehead, his tone becoming somewhat worried, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you... feeling unwell?"

Jiang Xiyu hadn't even had a chance to say the last three words.

Jiang Xiyu's wrist was suddenly grabbed, and something fell down, hitting the lotus platform with a crisp sound like a bell.

The sound was very soft, yet it seemed to echo in the Zen cave.

In an instant, it stirred up the prayer flags that had remained motionless in the Zen cave for years.

Even though there was no wind, it began to tremble slightly.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her head in a daze.

He saw the jewel that Shiga had been holding in his palm fall from the lotus platform.

It was as if a serene place, where people had cultivated themselves for many years, had been disturbed by the mortal world at this moment.

Incense burns spontaneously before the Buddha, and wisps of steam rise, like struggling delusions.

Jiang Xiyu felt the hand tighten around her wrist, and felt the burning heat of the fingertips pressed against her skin...

He opened his lips, as if to say something, but as if sensing something, all the words stuck in his throat.

The hand that was gripping his seemed to be trembling.

Shiga was trembling...

Jiang Xiyu was speechless.

He paused for a moment, not understanding why Shiga wanted to go. He thought Shiga was unwell, so he hurriedly tried to check on him.

But Shiga held him tightly, preventing him from moving.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little pain from being squeezed, but she just frowned and didn't say anything.

Seeing that he had stopped struggling, Shiga loosened his grip.

When Jiang Xiyu's hand was brought down by Shijia, their vision was no longer obstructed.

He saw Shiga's eyes clearly; they were so close, yet as still as water, seemingly devoid of any emotion, as calm as ever.

But at that moment, Jiang Xiyu clearly felt his warmth and trembling. Worried, he asked in a soft voice, "Master, what's wrong? I'm Xiyu..."

Are you feeling unwell? Could you please tell me?

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyelids slightly, her voice choked with emotion: "I'm so worried about you..."

"Please don't ignore me..."

Was it because he had been gone for too long that something had happened to Shiga's health, or perhaps he had disturbed him earlier, causing him to become like this...?

Countless negative speculations arose in my mind.

Therefore, Jiang Xiyu did not see that Shiga's figure seemed to sway for a moment when he finished speaking.

The next moment, Jiang Xiyu felt the hand that was gripping her loosen.

He suddenly looked up and saw Shiga's face suddenly close to his.

Their eyes met, their breaths mingled.

Jiang Xiyu's breathing suddenly stopped, and he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

Just as he was in shock, a hand silently rose from his back.

The hand reached over his waist, then rose and slowly covered the back of his neck, bringing a slight coolness.

Jiang Xiyu trembled uncontrollably, her breathing becoming erratic.

He felt the cool, refreshing temple incense surging towards him.

In his daze, he saw Shiga lower his eyes, like a Bodhisattva looking down at him from behind a cloud.

So far away, yet now so close.

Her long hair was lifted up, and the skin on the back of her neck truly came into contact with the coolness of his hands.

In an instant, the frost and snow melted away, and the fingertips became warm from Jiang Xiyu's touch.

Shiga grasped his neck, and finally, his figure moved.

He slowly leaned down and embraced Jiang Xiyu.

Before the Buddhas depicted in the murals, he embraced his delusions and selfish desires...