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

“Cat…” Shiga took a step closer, getting even closer to Jiang Xiyu.

He gripped Jiang Xiyu's shoulder with one hand, while with the other, he lifted Jiang Xiyu's chin in an unyielding manner, his actions seemingly revealing an extreme desire for control.

He was in control of him, not allowing him the slightest chance to dodge.

When their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu felt that the hand was not lifting his chin, but directly choking his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

He couldn't escape, nor could he breathe; he could only stare in astonishment at the person in front of him.

The golden seal on Shiga's forehead seemed to overflow with light for a moment, the light and shadow sweeping across his eyebrows and eyes, and also reflecting in his pupils. The thick darkness in his pupils spread, and Jiang Xiyu's figure was reflected in it, gradually being swallowed up and disappeared.

When he was out of sight, the edges of his pupils seemed to be painted with an eerie red.

He pinched Jiang Xiyu's chin, lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, and led him closer and closer until their breaths inevitably mingled. Despite their intimacy, there was no hint of ambiguity, but rather an endless chill.

Shiga said calmly, “Look at me and tell the truth…”

Saying you don't want to become my disciple, saying you don't want to convert to Buddhism, saying you don't want to convert to my true teachings.

"I, I want..."

Jiang Xiyu murmured something as if in a daze, but the next moment, feeling a subtle tightening force under his chin, his words came to an abrupt halt.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and then he looked at Shiga Frost's face as if waking from a dream.

He almost drowned in those eyes; he almost revealed his secret thoughts.

After realizing what he had said, Jiang Xiyu seemed surprised. He didn't say anything more, but lowered his eyes with some embarrassment, hiding the longing and thoughts in his eyes.

But at that moment, Jiang Xiyu was still acutely aware that something had broken free from the cage he had confined himself.

What he was trying so hard to avoid was his unspeakable feelings for this person.

Thus, all sorts of excuses became mere pretexts, such as being a vulgar person or having distracting thoughts.

Why are you unwilling to become his disciple? Why are you unwilling to enter the Buddhist order?

It's simply because the former cannot love, and the latter must give up love, but he simply cannot do that.

He can't help but love, and he can't help but give up.

From the moment Jiang Xiyu began to harbor feelings for Shijia, she ruthlessly suppressed them.

He thought that this would prevent him from having any other thoughts, but little did he know that in the end, his heart would be filled with the other person's image without him even realizing it.

During the time when I left the Buddhist temple and returned to the demon realm.

When he was preoccupied with worries, anxieties, and longing, and preoccupied with trivial matters, hearing the other person's voice would fill him with joy, and he couldn't help but want to talk to him, or even see him...

It's not that he doesn't know.

He simply imprisoned those thoughts that poured out like a flood.

He indulged Yuejia in every way and showed her all his pity, simply because Yuejia was him.

He never regarded Yuejia as a shadow.

He always treated Yuejia as another Shijia and cherished him.

That was another side of Shiga, a side that belonged exclusively to him and could be kept secret by him.

But this side of the temple does not belong to him.

He belongs to all living beings, and to the realm of Buddha.

He is the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, shining on no one alone.

But what Jiang Xiyu wanted was a moon that could shine solely on him.

Because he was an ordinary person, he wanted the moon to belong only to him.

What he wanted was love between ordinary people.

We will rely on each other, stay together, and spend our lives together.

He wanted him, he wanted this person, he wanted to be with him forever.

What he wanted was not just the so-called companionship between master and disciple, nor could he be as selfless and compassionate towards all living beings as Shiga.

He admitted that his heart was too narrow, so narrow that it could only hold one person.

When he loves someone, he will love everything about that person, and what he wants will be everything from that person.

But the person he wanted was the one in this world who should never be touched.

I cannot selfishly ask you to give up Buddhism, nor can I willingly convert to Buddhism against my conscience.

Jiang Xiyu's hands trembled. Finally, he closed his eyes and refused, saying, "Master, please don't ask me anymore."

The prayer beads swayed almost imperceptibly in the air.

Shiga gazed at him. Ever since he learned of his connection with evil thoughts, many unfamiliar emotions had been weighing on his heart, almost suffocating him. Even after regaining his golden body, he could not completely dispel those overwhelming emotions.

Once this emotion is unleashed, it can cause a person to lose their rationality and uncontrollably engage in behaviors that harm the other person.

That would make him mind so much.

It would make him have such uncontrollable wild thoughts.

He looked at the person in front of him with his eyes closed, and seeing that he didn't want to look at him, he suddenly wanted to continue asking: What do you want?

Do you want to have evil thoughts?

That's why you don't want to stay by my side.

Isn't evil thought itself me?

Why would you rather have him than me?

Why do you repeatedly reject my feelings, only to return to my side and give me hope again when I'm heartbroken?

Why is it that even though it's the same person, you're willing to do anything for a single word from them? And why, despite my repeated attempts to keep you, you won't even glance at me?

You have such pity and love for him, so why do you avoid me and treat me with such cruelty?

Am I asking for too much?

But what I asked for was nothing more than a drop in the ocean that you gave him.

What I care about, the so-called companionship, the so-called tenderness, is nothing more than a fraction of what evil intentions gain. The affection I painstakingly crave is nothing more than something he can easily obtain.

Why won't you let me ask?

Could my heart be more riddled with holes than when I am experiencing empathy?

Suddenly, a strong feeling of being rejected by the golden body welled up in Shiga's heart.

The greed, anger, and ignorance that had been stripped away three years ago had actually begun to grow back in his heart.

Greed turned into a sharp blade, delivering a fatal blow to the frost that had formed in his heart.

In an instant, the ice shattered.

Shiga's heart was overflowing with greed, and resentment and jealousy grew wildly.

He was completely out of character, expressionless, as if possessed, or as if devoid of greed or anger, almost eerily so.

He silently looked at Jiang Xiyu, from his eyebrows and eyes to the bridge of his nose, and finally to the corner of his lips, focused and calm, his gaze seemingly turning into an invisible hand, carefully examining and depicting every part.

After a long while, he suddenly loosened his grip on Jiang Xiyu's chin, and then stroked Jiang Xiyu's cheek little by little, moving up his jawline and then down to his closed eyes.

Jiang Xiyu's eyelashes trembled uneasily, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be moist.

Shiga looked down at him, the golden mark on his forehead appearing and disappearing intermittently. After a long while, he sighed softly, his tone faint and ethereal: "You truly have deep feelings for him..."