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

In the flickering candlelight and amidst the rich fragrance, he recalled that enchanting and decadent dream.

This person, with strands of hair falling down, leaned in close...

It was hazy yet gentle, taking over all his senses.

It caused him, who had lived a long and desireless life, to develop love and desire.

As night fell, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind unsettled.

Like a cloth soaked in water, desire is like water; it seeps into the heart, and one can never escape the dampness it brings.

Even in meditation, the Buddha's teachings could not take him away, nor could the scriptures suppress his words.

Thus, greed and lust intertwined, leaving him utterly helpless, yet in the long, silent night, he yearned for a moment's refuge for his heart.

At this moment, this place of belonging is right before my eyes.

Shiga raised his hand slightly, suddenly wanting to hold onto the wisp of snow that had fallen into his palm, but in the end, he couldn't hold it back.

As the illusion dissipated, he was left with a profound emptiness.

Jiang Xiyu walked a little further away.

He tucked the robe into his arms, then conjured a wooden scepter for hanging clothes out of thin air a short distance away. After draping the robe over it, he turned to Shiga and said softly, "Master, I'll go fetch some water for you to wash up."

Shiga frowned slightly, looked at him, and said, "No need to trouble yourself..."

"No need for that, Venerable Master. I'll be right back. Please wait for me a moment."

After saying this, Jiang Xiyu, unaware of the emptiness in his eyes, turned and left the meditation room.

Until his figure disappeared from sight, the room was completely silent.

Shiga looked in the direction he had left, and his body twitched slightly.

The flickering candlelight made the figure appear to move, yet also to remain frozen in place.

If the lamps hadn't been lit, perhaps there would be no trace of his return here.

Shiga's gaze fell upon the candlelight, and with his slight sway, the still waters began to surge.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft call came from outside the meditation room.

Shiga's gaze shifted slightly.

Jiang Xiyu saw that he was waiting for her, so she smiled at him and then brought in the toiletries and placed them by the bed.

He wrung out the handkerchief and reached out to wipe Shiga's face.

He had assumed that Shiga would refuse his advances, just as he had done when Shiga had helped him undress earlier.

Unexpectedly, Shiga simply gazed at him quietly with a pair of indifferent eyes.

In fact, Jiang Xiyu hadn't been gone for long, just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

But those waiting times were far too long for Shiga.

This led him to mistakenly believe that Jiang Xiyu had been gone for a long time.

Therefore, she did not react immediately to his advances.

Seeing that he did not stop him, Jiang Xiyu wiped his face with a handkerchief.

Jiang Xiyu wiped his forehead, his defined jawline, and his long neck one by one.

Finally, he wanted to wipe Shiga's hands.

Shiga didn't move, letting him touch her.

However, his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little strange. He quickly finished wiping him, then looked up at Shijia and said, "It's done, Master. You can rest now."

Shiga then lowered his eyes and lay down as instructed.

Seeing that he was still looking at him, Jiang Xiyu took the initiative to sit on the edge of the couch and send him merits, hoping to make him feel better.

Shiga withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and politely declined, saying, "You should get some rest too."

Jiang Xiyu insisted, "After I finish transferring merit to the monk, I will go to sleep."

He looked at Shiga with a serious expression, as if he wouldn't go to sleep until Shiga accepted his request.

Shiga's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

When Jiang Xiyu assumed he had agreed, she reached into the blankets to hold his hand, but unexpectedly touched something irregular.

His movements paused for a moment.

Shiga looked down.

Jiang Xiyu had already taken out the irregular object that had slipped down to Shijia's wrist bone.

By the dim candlelight, he looked at the object in his hand.

He plucked his own cat hair and personally made the kitten sculpture to give to Shiga.

The kitten sculpture still retained some warmth, presumably because it had been close to a person's body temperature.

Jiang Xiyu looked into the kitten's eyes, smiled, and asked, "Does the Master still keep this?"

He actually gave this gift to Shiga to keep him entertained.

But after he delivered it, he thought that given Shiga's personality, he probably wouldn't play with the little cat sculpture.

So later, he secretly added sleep aids to it.

He was just hoping that Shiga could get some rest when he left.

Now, seeing that the things she gave away were being well valued, Jiang Xiyu was naturally happy.

He lifted the kitten up, then brought it close to his cheek, tilted his head slightly, and asked Shiga with a smile, "Master, do you think it looks like me?"

Shiga stared at him intently, remaining silent for a long while before whispering, "It's similar."

It is a part of him, naturally like him.

Jiang Xiyu laughed and joked, "If the Master thinks it looks like it, then it wasn't for nothing that I plucked so much cat hair. Thinking about it now, my tail still hurts."

Shiga frowned, then looked down at his lower back and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

His tone was too gentle.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her hand that was holding the kitten, and then looked in the direction he was looking.

Even though I didn't reveal my true colors, I felt like I had given myself away.

Jiang Xiyu immediately shook her head and replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore, not at all. As long as the Master is happy with it, then it's all worth it."

It's just a few cat hairs; they'll grow back quickly and be fluffy again.

Shiga was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Is it worth it as long as he's happy?

Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Xiyu quickly changed the subject: "I'll continue to donate merits for the monk."

As he spoke, he gently placed the kitten beside Shiga's face.

He grasped Shiga's wrist again, and the next moment, a faint golden light emanated from the point where the two touched, then entered the flesh and blood of Shiga's arm from Jiang Xiyu's fingertips.

Shiga felt a warm sensation, like a gentle stream flowing into his limbs and bones.

My wrist felt inexplicably hot.

Even the stillness in his eyes seemed to ripple with emotion.

The meditation room fell silent, and on the wall, two figures were enveloped by the candlelight.

After Jiang Xiyu finished performing the merit-making ritual for him, she immediately let go of his hand and considerately tucked the blanket around Shijia, saying, "May the Dharma Master rest in peace."

Shiga looked into his eyes, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He responded softly and slowly closed his eyes.

In an instant, the person beside me seemed to vanish abruptly, casting a shadow over my eyes. As the candle went out, we were plunged into darkness.

Shiga's fingertips twitched, and realizing that the candlelight in the meditation room had gone out, he opened his eyes.

The moonlight was serene, and with the help of the faint light, Shiga could see that Shiga was no longer in the meditation room.

All the tenderness and whispers tonight are like a dream.

His eyes, too, seemed to be filled with endless moonlight.

I don't know how much time passed, until I heard a slight rustling sound beside my legs.

He sat up halfway and noticed a small cat's shadow curled up at the foot of the tatami mat.

Jiang Xiyu had now reverted to his original form and was silently guarding Shijia's side.

Shiga stared at him for a long time, and seeing that he seemed to be fast asleep, he leaned over and embraced him completely.