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

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment.

Although he didn't know why Yuejia would say that, under the increasingly tightening force around his waist, he still hesitated and called his name in a hoarse voice.

"Yuejia..."

The two were very close, their breaths almost touching.

As if that wasn't enough, Yuejia leaned close to his ear and persisted, "Say it again."

Jiang Xiyu frowned slightly, then called out again, going along with his wishes.

Throughout the long night, Yuejia listened as he called out "Master" repeatedly in his unconscious state. Now, he was making Jiang Xiyu call his name over and over again.

I didn't remember how many times I called out to him, until the person in my arms finally couldn't help but cough softly.

Yuejia suddenly came to her senses and stopped making demands.

He raised his eyes and stared quietly at Jiang Xiyu's profile. Finally, his gaze slowly settled on the reddened corners of Jiang's eyes. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, as if still damp with moisture. Jiang looked pale and weak, as if surrounded by an inexplicable sadness.

And Yuejia, because of the shared feeling, was also heartbroken.

He knew perfectly well that the sadness did not belong to him; it was Shiga's emotion.

Just because of the connection between the two, he had to endure the same torment as Shiga, without a moment's respite.

Yuejia lowered her brows, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

If there were a mirror at that moment, he would surely be able to see his reflection clearly in it.

At this moment, jealousy shone on that usually aloof face, and her eyes burned with intense envy.

This person belongs to him.

Shiga likes it? He just won't let him have it.

He was willing to do anything that would make Shiga unhappy.

Whether it's a matter or a person.

However, after what happened last night, Yuejia felt a surge of anger for no reason when she saw Jiang Xiyu heartbroken because of the person he hated.

This anger and jealousy poured out completely when his gaze fell upon the moisture on Jiang Xiyu's eyelashes.

Yuejia narrowed his eyes, and suddenly raised the hand that was on Jiang Xiyu's waist, then grabbed Jiang Xiyu's chin, making him turn his head to look at him.

In a fleeting moment of breathlessness, Jiang Xiyu met his gaze and face.

Her eyes were as clear and bright as the moon, but they were filled with lust. Like blood spilled on a white lotus, she was beautiful yet incredibly dangerous.

Jiang Xiyu blinked slowly.

Yuejia sized him up, her tone indifferent: "Why are you crying?"

As he spoke, he moved closer and closer to Jiang Xiyu.

The two were already close, and at this moment, Yuejia's lips seemed to be about to touch Jiang Xiyu's cheek.

"Are you that sad to leave him?" Yuejia asked again.

Jiang Xiyu frowned wearily, remained silent for a moment, and then brushed away Yue Jia's hand that was holding his chin. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just a little tired."

After saying that, Jiang Xiyu left his embrace and wanted to lie back on the couch.

Yuejia suddenly grabbed his wrist, preventing him from sleeping.

Jiang Xiyu sighed inwardly and turned away helplessly.

Yuejia's sharp red eyes stared at him, and then, as if thinking of something, her expression suddenly turned ugly.

Seeing that he seemed hesitant to speak, Jiang Xiyu waited patiently for a while, wanting to hear what he had to say.

However, no one spoke for a long time, so Jiang Xiyu sighed.

He is truly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and just wants to rest.

Yuejia refused. He clenched his fingers until they turned white, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you... also... fall in love with him?"

He couldn't bring himself to utter the last three words. A fire seemed to reignite in his chest, burning ever brighter, threatening to consume his reason.

After his soul returned to his body, the fire remained between him and Shiga.

The more fiercely the fire burned, the happier Yuejia was, because it meant that Shiga was jealous, and the more jealous he was, the more pleased Yuejia felt.

But now that the fire has spread to himself, he suddenly becomes unhappy again.

Jiang Xiyu felt the slight anger in the hand gripping hers, and understood what Yuejia hadn't finished saying.

However, he had no intention of answering.

Even if he explained it, I'm afraid Yuejia wouldn't understand.

Because he is evil, his nature is selfish and extremely stingy.

Even though it's clearly not good, Jiang Xiyu still loves everything about it.

He wanted to keep Yuejia, after all, it concerned Shijia, and it was the only thing he could obtain.

Jiang Xiyu admitted that she was just a selfish person.

But in matters of the heart, who can truly be selfless and love without reservation?

If you can stay, then stay.

Jiang Xiyu looked at Yuejia, and her eyes seemed to be silently veiled by a layer of mist again.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Yuejia's face, his movements and tone incredibly tender.

He truly said, "I want to stay by your side..."

Yuejia was slightly taken aback. As their eyes met, he seemed to see his own figure in the hazy mist.

That tone, that tender affection that lingered and turned, made Yuejia gaze into his eyes, and an unavoidable illusion arose in her heart.

This person loves him, and loves him deeply.

And so, he fell into those eyes that held the spring water in them, and remained lost in them for a long time.

Yes, if this person doesn't love him, then why would Shiga feel those emotions...?

The pain that Shiga felt was perhaps because the person in front of him didn't love him.

Even though the final step hadn't been achieved, Yuejia felt as if she had already won.

Because of this person, he won against Shiga.

As Yuejia thought about it, she smiled with increasing satisfaction.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu's face, and for a moment, his gaze seemed to burn intensely, like a bloody snake's tongue, carefully licking every part of Jiang Xiyu's face, not missing a single expression or inch of skin.

The more he looked, the more his frustration eased, and the more pleasure he felt.

However, while Jiang Xiyu's words pleased him, they might not have the same effect on Shijia.

Yuejia's red eyes shifted slightly, quickly concealing the jealousy and hatred in them, before she smiled at Jiang Xiyu.

"Well said, my husband, I believe you..."

Even though Jiang Xiyu was used to his unpredictable moods, she still felt a chill run down her spine when she saw Yuejia's smile.

As Yuejia spoke, she released Jiang Xiyu's hand, and when she caught sight of the red mark left on Jiang Xiyu's wrist, she pretended to be distressed and said, "Oh dear, it's all red, husband, did I hurt you?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head and gave a slight smirk: "No."

He was about to withdraw his hand from Yuejia's side when Yuejia suddenly stopped him with her hand.

He held Jiang Xiyu's hand and rubbed his cheek against his palm.