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

After Jiang Xiyu finished talking with Jinglian, he inexplicably went to the Bodhi tree and stayed there for a long time.

As dusk approached, he calmed himself down and returned to his meditation room.

The meditation room was quiet, and the lamps were lit.

When Jiang Xiyu reached the door, she inexplicably stopped in her tracks.

Not wanting Shiga to notice anything amiss, he put on a smile that was no different from usual and habitually called out softly, "Master."

However, when he went inside, he found Shiga sitting at the table, his eyes lowered as if lost in thought.

His aura was calm and solemn, his robe trailing on the ground, and in the flickering candlelight, it seemed as if some dust had settled on it.

Seeing that he was sitting cross-legged and motionless, as if he had not heard her soft call, Jiang Xiyu slowed down and approached.

Perhaps it was because the candlelight in the meditation room was too bright, but when Jiang Xiyu approached Shijia, he found that Shijia's face seemed very pale.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, but her reaction was faster than her thoughts.

He asked worriedly, "Master...Master, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, I felt a touch on my arm.

Shiga's eyes trembled slightly as he slowly raised them.

The person before him looked at him with concern, just as always.

Upon closer reflection, there wasn't much closeness between them. As he said, his reverence for him was merely like that of ordinary believers worshipping gods and Buddhas, perhaps even more measured than they were.

Shiga composed himself, looked quietly at Jiang Xiyu, and suddenly brushed away the hand that was supporting his arm, saying in a normal tone, "I'm fine."

Jiang Xiyu knelt beside him, staring blankly at her hand that had been brushed away, as if she couldn't recover for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu's fingertips inexplicably curled up, and she looked up again, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

However, this doubt did not last long before it was interrupted by Shiga's next action.

He thoughtfully poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Jiang Xiyu. Although he didn't say much, his thoughtfulness was palpable.

Jiang Xiyu felt that she might be feeling guilty, which was why she was being so sensitive.

He picked up his teacup, drank it down in one gulp, and then smiled as he met Shiga's gaze, saying, "How did the Master know I was thirsty?"

Shiga looked away, seemingly without any intention of avoiding the gaze.

He simply said calmly, "It's late, get some rest."

Jiang Xiyu glanced out the window; the moonlight outside was faint, it wasn't too late yet.

Moreover, after his conversation with Jinglian, he had been thinking about letting Shijia return to the Buddhist cave to cultivate. However, now, looking at Shijia's pale face, he inexplicably found himself unable to speak.

He was still worried, afraid that something might have happened to his health, so he checked again: "Master, you don't look well, are you really alright?"

Shiga shook his head, indicating that he was really alright.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

He wanted to take Shiga's pulse, but mindful of his own actions, he simply sat obediently beside him.

But he remained silent, and so did Shiga.

The meditation room was quiet for quite a while as a result.

Strangely, even in the past, when it was quiet like this, Jiang Xiyu never felt uncomfortable. But now, he felt so quiet in the meditation room that he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

I feel panicked and helpless.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but steal a glance at Shijia.

Shiga seemed to sense his unease, and after a long silence, asked in a very soft voice, "You... have something you want to tell me..."

He still wouldn't look at him.

Jiang Xiyu, thinking about what she was going to say next, also avoided eye contact.

He feigned composure and said casually, "Today at the temple, I met Master Jinglian and talked to him about the Master's health."

Shiga tightened his fingers, but both hands were hidden in his snow-white sleeves, so Jiang Xiyu couldn't see them.

He remained silent, his expression calm and composed.

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, glanced at him, and then said, "Master, Master Jinglian said that your body needs to return to the Buddhist cave to cultivate in order to recover..."

As soon as he finished speaking, that cold gaze suddenly returned to him.

Jiang Xiyu immediately looked away, but her whole body still trembled uncontrollably for a moment.

In the long, silent standoff, only the wisps of smoke rising from the meditation room could be heard.

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously held her breath and waited for a while, but still didn't hear anything from the person beside her.

He then took the initiative to ask, "Master, for the sake of your health, would you be willing to return to the Buddhist cave to continue your practice?"

The persuasion was delivered in a very stiff tone, even the ending of the sentence carried a slight tremor.

Jiang Xiyu felt it was inappropriate after hearing it, and was about to soften his tone to persuade Shijia, but at a certain moment, he suddenly realized that the gaze falling on him had become indescribable.

Then he raised his eyes again and looked at Shiga.

Shiga just stared at him, his eyes seemingly blurred by the flickering candlelight.

In an instant, a strong emotion surged in Jiang Xiyu's heart, an emotion that choked him, making him unable to utter any more words of advice.

It's as if if he were to say it, something would be hurt...

Jiang Xiyu couldn't bear the emotion and blinked frequently. Shiga gradually became clear in his pupils, as did his gaze.

No longer devoid of joy or sorrow, but displaying an emotion that Jiang Xiyu had never seen in his eyes before.

In an instant, those emotions transformed into an indescribable gaze, as if freezing everything in the world within it, or as if freezing only a figure, frost and snow that do not dissipate, unable to discern people.

With just one glance, Jiang Xiyu felt as if he had been seen through.

The two remained silent for a long time.

Shiga was the first to lower his gaze.

He didn't say much, only responding very softly, "Okay."

Cool and composed.

I didn't ask any more questions, nor did I say anything more.

His lips barely moved, forming a stiff curve, but it didn't look like a smile...

Jiang Xiyu noticed that, for some reason, the moment Shijia agreed, Jiang Xiyu didn't feel happy as she had imagined; instead, she felt sad.

He inexplicably reached out to grab Shiga's robe.

Keshga's figure moved slightly, as if he had brushed past unintentionally.

The two small cat hair figurines in the sleeve immediately fell out.

They lay quietly on the ground. Jiang Xiyu looked down at them and wanted to pick them up for him.

Shiga, however, was the first to pick them up.

This time, he didn't hide it in his sleeve, but gently placed it on the windowsill next to him.

The small Buddha statue and the kitten, which were usually placed together, were now separated by a distance.

Shiga watched for a while, seemingly unaware.

He slowly withdrew his hand, but for some reason, a cool breeze seemed to rise outside the window, and the wind knocked the small Buddha statue away as he withdrew his hand.

The small Buddha statue rolled to the ground again, and the kitten moved an inch, as if trying to hold it back.

Jiang Xiyu looked at where the small Buddha statue had fallen, then leaned over the table and picked it up.

After picking it up, he glanced at the kitten on the windowsill, then, remembering something, turned slightly to look at Shiga, trying to keep his tone relaxed and casual: "Master, this time you're going to the Buddhist cave to cultivate, I can't disturb you like last time..."

Shiga remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly as she said, "Master, please continue your cultivation. I will wait for you here to return..."

"Although spiritual practice is important, I still hope that the monk will take good care of his health."

"If anything happens during your cultivation, just call me with the sound of the kitten, and I will definitely come..."

"Master, I..."

Jiang Xiyu wanted to say something, but a slight lump formed in his throat, preventing him from speaking.

Finally, he was careful with his words, pausing for a moment to try to shift his focus, and then handed the small Buddha statue in his hand to Shijia.

"Master, this is for you..."

Shiga raised his pale face, looked at what Jiang Xiyu was holding, but did not reach out to take it.

The flickering candlelight gently fell on the eyes of the small Buddha statue, which Jiang Xiyu had made with blue gemstones.

He felt that Shiga's eyes were like a deep and vast sea.

At that moment, however, the sea reflected the ripples, and the eyes of the small Buddha statue shimmered with a faint light, as if tears were about to fall...