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

Shijia lowered his gaze to Jinglian, his calm eyes seeming to see right through him, and said, "Jinglian, I know your concerns..."

He paused for a moment, gently stroking the prayer beads in his palm, as if sighing softly: "I will not let this all reach the point of no return."

His tone was calm, as if everything was under his control.

Before she even came to persuade him, Jinglian had already anticipated that she would return empty-handed.

He could not persuade Shiga, and he was filled with sorrow.

Love and affection in this world are never that simple.

Buddhist disciples ultimately could not comprehend it.

Jinglian said no more, clasped her hands together, turned and left.

……

After Jinglian left, Shijia's figure remained motionless, cast on the blue bricks. He stood alone in the corridor for a long time, stroking the prayer beads in his palm. At the turning point of the last bead, his fingertips suddenly paused.

A gust of wind swept by, causing the monk's robe to flutter, the shadows of the trees to sway, and even the banners hanging under the eaves to sway gently.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, fallen leaves rustle down from the branches.

It floated in the air, seemingly falling back into the Zen temple along with the slow footsteps walking under the corridor.

Shiga returned to the courtyard, but when he reached the door, he was surprised to find that the person who had been waiting there was nowhere to be seen.

He assumed he hadn't gotten up yet, so he stepped into the meditation room.

The meditation room was empty, and the bedding on the meditation bed was neatly stacked, as if no one had ever slept there.

The person is gone...

I've gotten used to seeing him every day when I return here.

But now that the person is gone, Shiga feels as if something has been lost in his heart.

He stared at the meditation bed without moving for a long while before finally walking to its side.

The prayer beads in her palm swayed gently in the air before slowly landing on the couch.

Shiga's fingertips lightly touched the cold meditation couch. After a long silence, he withdrew his hand, turned around, and left the meditation room.

……

After leaving the meditation room, Jiang Xiyu wandered aimlessly around the temple for a while, then found a tree, leaned against a high branch, seemingly gazing down the mountain, or perhaps lost in thought.

He kept replaying the dream he had in the meditation room, but the more he thought about it, the more solemn his expression became.

People often say that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

Last night, after finishing making that small Buddha statue, Jiang Xiyu was indeed a little sleepy.

He lay on the table. He had wanted to keep Shiga company when he saw him meditating, but somehow he just fell asleep.

In his hazy state, he felt a gaze fixed on him.

Jiang Xiyu's five senses have always been sharp, and he can be alerted by even the slightest movement.

Perhaps, this is simply his nature.

But at this moment, Jiang Xiyu also felt an intense hatred for this very nature of hers.

Last night, Jiang Xiyu was already awake when Shijia held her in his arms.

However, he didn't know what Shiga was going to do, so he didn't open his eyes, also afraid that waking up abruptly would make things awkward for both of them.

So, when Shiga picked him up, Jiang Xiyu felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

But at the same time, he was also filled with immense regret.

He even wished he had never woken up last night...

Because of his clarity, the thin veil between him and Shiga shattered instantly, revealing the answer that had been repeatedly on his mind due to suspicion.

Then he realized something he didn't want to believe, nor dared to believe.

That is...

He felt that Shiga had gone too far with him...

Having experienced love, Jiang Xiyu understood perfectly that when someone falls in love, they might be able to suppress everything with words but not their true feelings, but their eyes are the only thing they cannot hide.

The same behavior might have many possible interpretations when it happens to someone else, but when it happens to Shiga, Jiang Xiyu knows exactly what it means.

However, after returning from the demon realm, he became blinded by his own limited perspective, mistakenly believing that Shiga's condition was solely due to demonic obstacles in his cultivation. Therefore, he was unwilling to delve deeper into the matter and avoided thinking about it altogether…

It wasn't until Shiga held the back of his neck and pulled him into his arms, carrying him back to the meditation bed in a manner similar to that of a lover, with his hand hovering near his face, that Jiang Xiyu felt an unprecedented tremor in his heart the moment Shiga tried to touch him.

He couldn't help but pretend to be grumpy in the morning and turn his back to her, then quietly waited for Shiga to leave.

Even though he couldn't see Shiga, he could clearly tell what Shiga was doing. At that moment, a wave of palpitations and confusion surged through his heart.

Why did Shiga hug him?

If the embrace in the Buddhist cave was an accident, what about this one?

Is he conscious now?

Is he possessed again?

Or am I already dreaming...?

But if it's a dream, why would he dream that Shiga wanted to touch him?

But if it wasn't a dream, what was the reason for that gentle gaze lingering on me, that hand that seemed to want to touch me but then withdrew?

……

Jiang Xiyu, caught in this anxious and cautious state of mind, dared not make any rash moves.

And those hands, in the end, restrained themselves and did not touch him.

He simply covered him with the blankets, and then carefully placed his exposed hands back under the blankets.

The fingertips touching his wrist were burning hot, a temperature Jiang Xiyu had never felt on Shijia before. It was as if the ice and snow that had never melted for years were melting and flowing into spring water.

In that temperature, Jiang Xiyu felt as if he had been lost for about half a lifetime. Then, as those hands grasped his and suddenly separated, even if it was like an illusion, even if it was a fleeting moment too brief to bear any memory, Jiang Xiyu finally seemed to confirm something, and his eyelashes trembled silently.

Once this thought takes root, all intimate contact between them after he returns to the Compassion Temple will be distorted, and even earlier...

Jiang Xiyu didn't want things to turn out this way, but he couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering.

The Buddha, who has compassion for all beings, is indifferent and detached from them.

Only towards him, she gave him Buddhist beads, guided him to Buddhahood, and showed him care... so much that Jiang Xiyu could hardly remember it all, yet it all proved to be true.

Buddhist prayer beads are precious, so why give them to him?

Why guide countless beings to Buddhahood?

Even though she has no emotions or desires, why does her eyes seem to be haunted by some kind of demon when she looks at him?

It turns out that everything was contrary to what I had imagined.

It turns out that he had indeed moved the monk's heart and committed an irreparable sin.

It turns out that the Buddha's great love is not just about compassion.

Why didn't he notice after all this time?

No, why did he discover it but refuse to believe it?

Is he really the only one suffering from inner demons?

Everything, with that hand that touched and then withdrew, swept away all the fog and self-deception in Jiang Xiyu's heart like a tsunami, firmly nailing the truth to Jiang Xiyu's heart.

So every gust of wind that passed by seemed to make him tremble uncontrollably.

He intended to make offerings to the Buddha, but unexpectedly knocked over the incense in front of the Buddha.

Therefore, the chaotic incense ash not only blinded the Buddha's eyes, but also caused confusion in his mind.

Now, unexpectedly, the fog has been lifted, and the Buddha's light seems to pierce him, making him want to shed tears.