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

Jiang Xiyu's eyes were red-rimmed, his gaze shifting between the two men. When it fell upon the seemingly endless flow of blood from Shiga's chest, Jiang Xiyu's hand, which was supporting Shiga, trembled almost convulsively. He murmured frantically, "Enough, enough..."

Seeing his tearful and helpless appearance, Shiga seemed to want to reach out and wipe away the tears from his eyes, but thinking of his predicament, he only softly said, "I'm fine, don't cry..."

His expression remained unchanged, as if he were not the one bleeding.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly at him, her eyes red-rimmed, like a lost child, and asked helplessly, "Master, tell me, what should I do..."

It's like an unsolvable problem; you're a person, yet you're forced to choose.

Choosing one hurts the other.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't choose; he would rather it was himself who was injured at this moment.

Shiga's cold gaze fixed on him, then he gently patted Jiang Xiyu's trembling hand, as if letting out a soft sigh: "The grudge between him and me shouldn't have involved you..."

Jiang Xiyu looked up at him and saw that the bloodstains on his body had suddenly disappeared.

Shiga's expression was complex, and when he lowered his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of pity in them, as well as a trace of imperceptible restraint.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu, his tone gentle and calm: "Don't hesitate, don't be afraid, just follow your heart."

All the choices we face, whether love or hate, will eventually lead to a result.

Shiga had already made preparations.

After he finished speaking, he brushed away Jiang Xiyu's hand that was supporting him, as if he had made the choice for him.

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback. He looked at the bloodstains on his hands and then at Shijia's indifferent face.

Shiga gazed indifferently in the direction of Yuejia. Jiang Xiyu followed his gaze and found that not far away, behind Yuejia, red light filled the sky. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that thousands of sharp blades had condensed in the red light.

Each blade urged and threatened, as if if Jiang Xiyu didn't go over soon, those sharp blades would mercilessly pierce him and Shijia.

Jiang Xiyu's pupils dilated violently. Ignoring the bitterness in her heart, she turned back to Shiga, and all her unspoken words culminated in a single worried sentence: "Master, please be careful..."

Shiga nodded slightly, his eyes seemingly devoid of anything.

Jiang Xiyu clenched his fist. He knew that if he didn't choose, Yuejia would definitely not give up.

In the end, he only gave Shiga one last deep look before leaving his side.

However, after leaving, he did not appear beside Yuejia.

He didn't choose either of them. Just as Shijia said, this was a feud between the two of them, and Jiang Xiyu couldn't interfere, so he simply kept himself out of it.

However, Yuejia insisted on dragging him into the game.

As he stood still in the distant void, Yuejia's figure suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.

Jiang Xiyu sensed the approaching stench of blood and instinctively tried to turn around, but before he could, he felt a bloody hand land on his shoulder. Then, the five fingers clenched like iron, and a strong force pulled Jiang Xiyu back abruptly.

Caught off guard, Jiang Xiyu was suddenly pulled backward by the force of the blow. He tried to struggle, but was immobilized by a powerful magical force.

Suddenly, a body slowly pressed against his back, and then a cold breath fell beside his ear, like a venomous snake coiling around him.

Jiang Xiyu turned his head to look, and in a daze, he felt that the red shadow behind Yuejia was like a pair of huge red eyes reflected in the darkness, which made people shudder.

A pair of slender hands suddenly gripped Jiang Xiyu's chin, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes were cold and sharp, and her blood-stained lips smiled in a mocking tone: "You really did lie to me..."

"You lied to me for Shiga..."

Those gentle words still seem to echo in my ears, and this person's tenderness seems to still be reflected in my mind.

However, when he arrived, he saw such a scene.

He still had feelings for Shiga after all?

He actually believed his nonsense.

He said he wouldn't be deceived like Shiga, but in the end, he was the one deceiving himself.

The hand slowly moved down to Jiang Xiyu's chin, and she felt as if someone was choking her.

Yuejia's fingers turned white, but his grip was not strong. He leaned close to Jiang Xiyu's ear and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't I ask you that night?"

You said you would stand by my side.

But now, not even the slightest hesitation counts, not even a promise from you.

Before Yuejia could finish speaking, Jiang Xiyu understood.

He remained silent for a moment, smelling the blood on Yuejia's body, and then said only, "You are injured."

Yuejia, however, was gripping his neck, the red light illuminating his face, making him appear gloomy and eerie.

His smile was devoid of warmth, yet his tone carried a soft sigh: "Yes, I'm hurt, but you don't care..." After a brief pause, his tone shifted sharply, and he laughed angrily: "You only care about him!"

Jiang Xiyu said dryly, "I didn't..."

Yuejia smiled slightly. Even though he was burning with jealousy, he could still pretend and said to Jiang Xiyu in a gentle whisper, "I don't believe it."

Jiang Xiyu was speechless for a moment.

"You lied to me, yet you want to walk away unscathed?" Yuejia laughed sarcastically. "There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, my husband."

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light, like that of a phoenix rising from the ashes, enveloped him.

Jiang Xiyu sensed a dangerous surge of magical power around him, seemingly heading in the direction of Shiga.

He looked up and saw the figure standing in the sky, whose robes were flowing, yet he seemed inexplicably lonely.

Unable to discern the other person's expression, Jiang Xiyu inexplicably felt as if he were being looked at.

However, from a distance, he appears to be coldly looking down on all living beings.

Jiang Xiyu reached out and grabbed Yuejia's wrist, asking, "What are you going to do?"

Yuejia didn't evaporate; she simply asked coldly, "You're not choosing anyone, are you?"

Jiang Xiyu held her breath slightly, trying to persuade her: "You and the mage are essentially the same person, how can I choose?"

Yuejia scoffed coldly: "Why can't I choose? He is him, and I am me."

Jiang Xiyu turned to meet his eyes, tried her best to calm down, and said, "Then I don't want to choose anyone."

Yuejia suddenly burst into laughter, a muffled laugh emanating from her chest, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. She pressed her cheek against Jiang Xiyu's slender neck, burying her face in his neck and laughing so hard her body trembled.

The world was silent, but the laughter echoed, sending a strange chill down my spine.

Yuejia's blood-stained red lips traced a line across Jiang Xiyu's neck, leaving a trail of blood on his skin. He stared at the vibrant color, slowly raised his head, and said regretfully, "I won't give you a second chance to choose."

Jiang Xiyu's heart grew heavy, and she sighed, "Yuejia, don't be like this..."

Yuejia stared at him, her eyes bloodshot.

He spoke each word with jealousy and hatred: "It's too late. Since you think he and I are the same person, then I'll grant your wish."