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

The night was cool as water, and the moonlight was like frost.

After leaving the Buddhist cave, Jiang Xiyu glanced at the hand supporting him and whispered, "Master, I'm much better now."

He felt a little embarrassed to let Shiga support him like that.

Shiga didn't look at him, nor did he withdraw his hand. He simply said in a calm voice, "It's alright."

Jiang Xiyu clenched his fist, then stared at Shiga for a long while.

Compared to himself, Mingming's pale face made him look more like someone who needed to be helped up.

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his arm, seemingly pulling him along.

Shiga paused slightly, his arm stiffening for a moment.

He slowly lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand that was wrapped around his arm, and then at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu met his gaze, smiled gently, and explained, "Let me support the monk; he doesn't look well."

Shiga lowered his gaze and stared intently for a moment, then stopped looking at him.

Seeing that he did not refuse, Jiang Xiyu helped him walk towards the meditation room.

The meditation room was some distance away. Jiang Xiyu could have easily taken Shijia directly to the meditation room, but seeing the beautiful night view and thinking that the two hadn't seen each other for so long, he decided to help him walk.

“Master, look, the moon seems especially beautiful tonight.”

Jiang Xiyu looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, her eyes seemingly reflecting the moon's image.

Shiga followed his gaze, his eyes pausing for a moment.

After a long silence, he seemed to ask, "Are you leaving again this time?"

The sound was very soft, scattered in the night breeze, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible ripple.

Jiang Xiyu didn't expect him to ask that question. After thinking for a moment, she didn't answer immediately.

He will definitely leave, but this time he will stay at the Compassion Temple for a while, cultivating with Shiga and absorbing the temple's merits. After all, he has to return to the Demon Realm every now and then to make sure that Yuega has not acted rashly.

During his silence, Shiga slowed his pace.

His gaze lowered for a moment, as if he already knew the answer from the person beside him.

He does not belong to the Buddhist community.

He couldn't stay here forever.

I will still leave...

He should accept his departure calmly.

Shiga thought this to himself, but Jinglian, who was guarding not far away, keenly noticed a hint of sadness that inadvertently slipped out beneath Shiga's cold expression.

That emotion vanished in an instant, leaving behind a desolate feeling, like a cold moon.

Jinglian sighed inwardly, truly unsure of what to do to help Shijia's spiritual practice.

He shouldn't have brought the little cat demon to the Buddha Cave today.

But since the Buddhist disciple had locked himself in the Buddhist cave for so long, Jinglian was really worried, so she thought of letting the little cat demon go in to comfort him.

It was as he thought, yet it was not as he thought.

As he expected, the Buddhist disciple was willing to come out with the little cat demon; but contrary to his expectations, the Buddhist disciple's long cultivation was still useless, and Jinglian saw no trace of fading affection in his eyes.

He promised the Buddha that he would not reveal his feelings for the little cat demon.

But if he doesn't tell, how will the little cat demon know?

He would never know that every moment of hesitation he had towards the Buddhist disciple would affect the disciple's state of mind.

Just like now, the Buddhist disciple was saddened by his lack of response.

Jinglian closed her eyes, her heart filled with complex emotions.

After a long while, a reply came from the quiet night.

Jiang Xiyu had already made up her mind. Looking at Shijia, she replied, "I'm not leaving for now. I still need to follow the Dharma Master to cultivate."

'temporary'?

Shiga's dark eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at him indifferently.

In that one glance, Jiang Xiyu sensed a strange emotion as deep as the night.

He paused for a moment, and a feeling of regret suddenly arose in his mind.

It was as if he felt he had used the wrong words; he shouldn't have replied to Shiga like that; he should have carefully chosen his words instead of saying "stay here for now"...

Jiang Xiyu's mind went blank for a moment.

His words changed with the passing evening breeze.

“However, if there are no major events at home, I can stay in the temple to cultivate. After all, cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight. I may have to trouble you often in the future. If you don’t want me to leave, I won’t leave. I want to stay by your side. As long as you don’t mind me.”

Actually, these words don't quite make sense together.

The previous sentence said it was troublesome for him, and the next sentence said that Shiga wouldn't let him leave.

Jiang Xiyu was completely unaware of the inappropriateness of her words.

Shiga listened to him silently without saying a word, but he did look up at him.

Just then, the cool moonlight fell in, dispelling the gloom in his eyes.

It's as if it never existed.

Jiang Xiyu didn't see it; she was looking at him with a smile on her thin lips.

Shiga nodded slightly, lowered his eyes and gazed at him quietly, his aura restrained, gentle and compassionate.

Jinglian looked away, then raised her eyes to look at Hanyue, and shook her head helplessly.

One moment I was saddened by his hesitation, the next I was delighted by his words.

In this world, love is just like that.

It brings joy, and it brings sorrow.

It makes people feel sorrow from love.

……

After returning to the meditation room, Jiang Xiyu helped Shijia sit on the couch.

He then took the candle from the lantern, turned around, and personally lit all the lamps in the meditation room.

In an instant, the warm yellow light enveloped him, outlining his slender figure.

Shiga stared at his retreating figure, not blinking.

Jiang Xiyu turned around, walked closer to him, and instructed, "Master, please do not meditate tonight. You should rest early."

Having lost his golden body, Shiga's physical condition is not what it used to be, so he should rest more when he needs to.

After Jiang Xiyu finished speaking, he stared straight at him. Seeing his worry, Shijia nodded.

Jiang Xiyu smiled, reached out her hand to him, and was about to help him undress.

Shiga raised his hand to stop him.

He said, "No need for that trouble."

Jiang Xiyu shook his head and said, "No trouble at all, Master. Let me help you."

His complexion was so bad that Jiang Xiyu was afraid something might have happened to him.

Besides, it was just taking off his cassock; they weren't doing anything else. They were both men, so Jiang Xiyu didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But Shiga held his hand, his figure unmoving.

It was as if he absolutely refused to let him undress.

Jiang Xiyu's hand twitched, and in the midst of the stalemate, he had no choice but to agree: "Then the monk can do it himself."

Shiga then released his hand.

Jiang Xiyu then watched as he took off his cassock.

As the candlelight flickered, the reflection on the wall was straight and broad-shouldered, with a narrow and strong waist—a sturdy male body, like a naked glass Buddha statue, with an elegant and refined posture.

When Jiang Xiyu supported him, she felt his arm; through his clothes, she could sense a surging and vast power within it.

Shiga looked at him with a seemingly indifferent gaze.

Jiang Xiyu was momentarily stunned, then came to her senses and bent down to pick up the robe that Shijia had left on the meditation bed.

The moment he bent down, his long, silvery hair fell down to the side of his face.

A few strands clung to Shiga's fingertips before following his ascent and departure.

What was clearly a brief movement seemed to Shiga to have slowed down considerably.

In a daze, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

It was as if his hair had brushed against his fingertips, the rich, fragrant scent of roses lingering close to his breath for a long time.

He couldn't help but think of something...