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

However, what Yuejia didn't know at this moment was that Jiang Xiyu was completely out of control. The pain of his demon core shattering belatedly surged up, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't control his emotions or his tears.

In front of Yuejia, he habitually swallowed all the blood and bitterness.

Therefore, Jiang Xiyu was unable to answer any of Yuejia's questions or remarks.

His silence, his tears, and all his lack of response caused Yuejia, who was waiting, immense heartache.

Yuejia tried her best to keep her voice steady, and asked him softly and calmly, "Don't you even want to talk to me anymore?"

Just because Shiga left, you refuse to look at me properly or talk to me.

Jiang Xiyu stared into Yuejia's eyes, paused for a moment, and was about to shake his head in denial.

Yuejia suddenly whispered, "Is he more important to you than me?"

“When we were trapped up there, you didn’t look at me once, nor did you call my name, but I could clearly see that you cried for him, were heartbroken for him, and even became like this because of him…”

Disheartened and utterly pathetic.

Yuejia lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on that cold body.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking, "If I were the one lying here, would you feel the same way?"

Jiang Xiyu was pale and somewhat confused by his question.

Yuejia, however, seemed to remember something and suddenly chuckled softly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

He sighed softly, seemingly lost in thought, with a hint of barely perceptible grievance: "You wouldn't... it seems like your tears have never been shed for me..."

Even though he was trapped up there, he felt terrible looking at Jiang Xiyu like that.

He wished he could look at him, but no, not even once.

At that moment, Yuejia felt as if she had been abandoned.

He watched Jiang Xiyu rush forward and hug Shijia without hesitation, watched him go mad for Shijia, watched him, after Shijia left, say those answers he wanted to hear but had never received from Jiang Xiyu...

You admire him, but what about me?

You never said you loved me...

Yuejia laughed at herself, muttering, "What are you saying about me and him being the same person? Jiang Xiyu, you can't even treat us as one person yourself. You're just lying to me, aren't you? In your heart, you never put me on the same level as him. Your heart is extremely biased!"

Jiang Xiyu's lips trembled slightly.

Yuejia stared at him quietly for a long time, then half-squatted down and said with a gentle smile, "That's not wrong. After all, who in this world doesn't love the beautiful one..."

At this moment, Yuejia could no longer distinguish whether she cared about his deception or his favoritism.

"But have you forgotten that you are my husband, the one who swore an oath with heaven and earth and married you is this flawed version of me, not him..."

He spoke calmly, in an almost indifferent tone, as if only in this way could he ignore the agonizing pain in his heart.

"So, why are you like this to him, but like this to me..."

"You said you've always loved him..." Yue Jia paused, the color of his eyes strangely resembling the blood-stained peach blossoms. His expression remained unchanged, then he suddenly cupped Jiang Xiyu's face in his hands, his voice trembling, low and hoarse, yet earnest: "And what about me? Do you... love me?"

If you love me, would there be a tear right now, one that you'd shed for me?

Yuejia couldn't help but overthink. Even though Shijia showed him mercy, he couldn't get rid of his sensitivity and suspicion for a while.

He was so insecure that he needed to repeatedly confirm his feelings for Jiang Xiyu.

But whenever he tried to confirm, Jiang Xiyu would always evade the question or change the subject.

In the past, he could deceive himself and think that he didn't care that much.

Now, he clearly understands his own feelings and realizes he can't ignore them at all.

He just wanted to know, to know if Jiang Xiyu truly loved her.

Yuejia stared intently into Jiang Xiyu's eyes, not wanting to miss any of his expressions, and then softly asked, "Jiang Xiyu, do you love me?"

My husband, do you love me?

This was something Yuejia was experiencing for the first time; he didn't quite understand it himself, yet he desperately longed to possess it.

If this gets out, people will definitely laugh and cry.

After all, greedy people, in the end, can even become so greedy that they crave love.

He longed for something he had once scorned, something that could even be described as utterly unattainable.

Evil desires, lustful desires.

Perhaps in his heart, the separation has already begun.

That's why he asked Jiang Xiyu with such anticipation if she loved him.

After asking the question, his eyes uncontrollably turned a deep red and became moist.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Yuejia to ask this question.

Does he love him?

Do you love him like this, even though he's not good?

The answer is yes.

In Jiang Xiyu's heart, they are all the same person.

However, when loving the negative aspects of the person you love, it's inevitable to harbor illusions, believing they will change for the better, always thinking you can satisfy them, and fantasizing that if you satisfy them, they won't remain so infatuated. But the truth is, it's very difficult for him to change a lover who only has negative emotions. Therefore, in many conflicting situations, Jiang Xiyu feels powerless in his love, yet helpless.

This sense of powerlessness reached a near-peak after Shiga's departure.

If it were simply a matter of following Jiang Xiyu's plan without sacrificing anyone, he wouldn't have done it this way.

Unfortunately, this so-called fulfillment comes at the expense of another.

Even before Shiga's sacrifice, this aloof and self-disciplined man couldn't help but confess his feelings to him. Jiang Xiyu himself clearly loved him too, but he never let him taste any sweetness in this affection. Until their separation, he left with a heart full of bitterness and the extremely painful thought that 'he doesn't love him'.

And so, his lover, amidst his hesitation and indecision, became incomplete.

He finally...could no longer give complete love.

Do I love you?

What good is it if I love you?

That's why everything turned out this way.

Jiang Xiyu's heart was riddled with holes and bleeding profusely; all that remained was a deep sense of guilt and despair.

The image of Shiga's soul dissipating lingered in his mind.

He couldn't help but blame himself, even feeling some hatred and self-loathing.

In a state of extreme self-loathing, one tends to take all the blame for everything bad and blame all the reasons for something wrong. In the end, the thing one most wants to destroy becomes oneself.

A deep sense of powerlessness and disgust washed over Jiang Xiyu, who seemed utterly exhausted, and she gently closed her eyes.