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

Receiving no response for a long time, Shang Shi's eyes dimmed, a hint of morbid obsession creeping into the corners: "What can I do? If I don't do that, my brother will never belong to me."

"I can't bear to watch you marry someone else, I can't bear to see you belong to someone else."

Just thinking about that possibility made him feel like the mask he wore, the mask of obedience, was about to fall off.

Moreover, now that he already has Jiang Xiyu, it's even less likely that he'll accept losing her.

As Shang Shi pondered, she seemed to have completely forgotten to suppress her expression. Her long eyelashes cast a small, cold shadow, and Jiang Xiyu took in all of her possessiveness that had been brewing to an extreme.

The cold sweat on his forehead, whether from the pain or not, made him feel a chill run down his spine for no reason.

"Brother, I'll make you happy. If you're happy, will you forgive me?"

Shang Shi's slender fingers moved up his knee, and even though there was clothing between them, Jiang Xiyu was still stimulated and got goosebumps.

But he didn't stop. He leaned forward slightly, his smooth black hair sliding down his cheeks, the ends playfully brushing against Jiang Xiyu's thigh.

Jiang Xiyu realized what he was about to do, and her face immediately turned ugly.

His already pale face now revealed a decadent yet exquisitely handsome appearance.

He truly underestimated the extent of Shang Shi's twisted thought process; he actually...

Jiang Xiyu watched as his fingers hooked onto his belt, cursed under his breath, and slapped Shang Shi without hesitation.

"Go away."

The force of the blow knocked Shang Shi's head to the side, and an unnatural blush suddenly appeared on his fair face.

He pursed his lips, his fingers stubbornly unraveling the mystery, as if completely absorbed in his own thoughts.

Jiang Xiyu's neck veins bulged with anger. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Shang Shi's hand, angrily scolding, "Enough, Shang Shi."

Jiang Xiyu wasn't angry at first, but Shang Shi's actions really made her a little embarrassed and angry.

The wound on his back was aggravated, and Jiang Xiyu endured the pain, but cold sweat kept pouring down his face.

"Don't do it, I'll get angry." Her voice trembled slightly.

"I want you, brother," Shang Shi said to himself, seemingly oblivious to everything else, as if he had lost control.

"Damn it, get out of here."

Jiang Xiyu slapped him a few more times.

There might be bloodshed behind him again, but Jiang Xiyu couldn't care less; he only had one thought in his mind right now.

Hit him, hit him awake to this perverted Shang Shi.

Shang Shi only stopped Jiang Xiyu's actions when his palms were numb from hitting him.

A huge shadow rose before his eyes, like a dark cloud, completely enveloping Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu stared wide-eyed as Shang Shi stood up: "You, you dare!"

Shang Shi strode forward, placing one knee on the edge of the sofa next to Jiang Xiyu's leg, gripping Jiang Xiyu's shoulders with both hands, forcing him to look up, then leaning down, his lips close to Jiang Xiyu's ear, his tone twisted with tenderness: "I'll go get more reagents to drink, then brother won't be so angry anymore."

Jiang Xiyu, after being slapped more than a dozen times, was still like casting pearls before swine: "..."

He listened to everything Shang Shi said.

He wouldn't listen to anything he didn't want to hear, still fixated on whether Jiang Xiyu was angry or had forgiven him.

Shang Shi affectionately touched Jiang Xiyu's gland with his fingertips, his voice low and husky: "When the time comes, brother can watch me go into heat during my sensitive period, and you can choose to torture me, and I won't resist."

"I'm willing to do anything as long as you don't get angry and don't make me leave your side."

He paused, remained silent for about ten seconds, and then asked, "Brother, if you like omegas, then I'll become an omega, okay?"

"If I drink enough, can I become my brother's omega?"

Surprisingly, Jiang Xiyu detected a hint of sincerity in this seemingly nonsensical and fanciful tone.

madman.

Really crazy.

Jiang Xiyu trembled with anger.

For the first time, he realized that Shang Shi was seriously insane.

Shang Shi moved even closer to Jiang Xiyu's glands, as if possessed, and murmured softly, "Brother, I love you so much. I'll do anything for you. Please don't leave me."

"Otherwise, I'll go crazy."

I'm really going to go crazy.

"Shang Shi," Jiang Xiyu called out to him in a very serious tone.

Shang Shi's body stiffened, trembling slightly, and a single, soft murmur escaped from the tip of his nose: "Mmm."

"Go back to school in the next couple of days."

Shang Shi's pupils went unfocused, and he remained unresponsive, his mind scattered.

"Don't show up until I bring you back."

"..."

Shang Shi's lips were pressed into a straight line, his back teeth grinding together as if he wanted to crush something.

Damn.

I have tinnitus, this is so annoying.

No, I can't leave. [Fake smile]

Despite the suffocating pain in his heart, Shang Shi grasped Jiang Xiyu's nape with his large hand and was about to turn his head to kiss her.

During the struggle, Jiang Xiyu's back injury immediately caused him to produce saline solution.

"Hiss." His tone was filled with pain.

In an instant, blood completely soaked Jiang Xiyu's white clothes on his back, the blood blooming like flowers all over his back.

With each breath, the stench of blood filled the air.

"?"

"!!!"

Shang Shi's pupils contracted, revealing murderous intent. He suddenly reached out and lifted Jiang Xiyu's clothes from the back, and then the shocking wounds appeared in his eyes unexpectedly.

The red seemed to burn Shang Shi's eyes. His voice rose a few decibels, carrying an unprecedented coldness: "Brother, what happened to the wound on your back?"

He thought Jiang Xiyu was just feeling unwell, but it turned out that his back was covered in injuries, which were very glaringly obvious.

"Who hit you!"

"Who dares to hurt you!"

who is it? !

They actually dared to hurt his Alpha.

Jiang Xiyu looked at Shang Shi's profile and saw a sinister look, as if a soul from hell was eroding his reason.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, then pulled away from his hand on her shoulder and tried to put her clothes down.

"nothing dealing with you."

Shang Shi bent down even deeper, looking Jiang Xiyu straight in the eye, and forced a cunning smile at him.

He softened his tone: "How could it have nothing to do with me? It looks like it's in a lot of pain."

How could such a beautiful body bear the marks of someone else but him?

Jiang Xiyu noticed that the grip on his wrist had become unusually strong, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth in pain: "Let go."

The force on his shoulder suddenly decreased.

But Shang Shi wouldn't let it go and insisted on getting an answer.

"Tell me, hmm? Who did this to you?"

Shang Shi wore a fawning smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. What remained was a cold expression that Jiang Xiyu had never seen before. His glassy eyes were covered with a thin mist, becoming lifeless and devoid of their former liveliness.

Unable to speak.

If I say it, someone will die.

I can die, but I cannot die at the hands of Shang Shi.

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath, her voice hoarse: "I told you it has nothing to do with you, get out of my house now."

"I won't leave unless my brother tells me." Shang Shi frowned, his tone extremely serious.

He took a step back.

He's now frantically trying to find out who did this to Jiang Xiyu.

He wants to know!

"I don't want to ask the people around you, so please tell me, brother, okay?"

"..." Jiang Xiyu sneered and said, "So what if you know? Are you going to kill them? Shang Shi, you are a human being, not a killing machine. Why do you always think of killing to solve problems?"

A look of confusion appeared in Shang Shi's eyes.

He did not think that this approach was wrong.

For him, this was the simplest and most convenient method.

Shang Shi lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. When he looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot and filled with a barely perceptible sadness.

"Brother doesn't like me killing people? Then I won't kill them..."

As Jiang Xiyu listened, Shang Shi's tone even carried a hint of urgent sobs: "Brother, tell me."

In the end, Jiang Xiyu didn't tell him either.

Because he couldn't take it anymore and fainted.

Shang Shi carried Jiang Xiyu back to the bedroom, carefully wiped away the blood, and applied medicine.

On the large black bed, the thin blanket only covered Jiang Xiyu's waist and abdomen.

Between black and white, there is a splash of red.

Shang Shi stood quietly by the bed for a long time before walking to the French windows, taking out his phone, and dialing a number he hadn't made in a long time.

His beautiful face was reflected on the window, casting a hazy, deadly shadow, carrying a chilling aura unique to hell.

The phone rang about twice, then a sinister and mocking male voice came through: "Satan, long time no see."