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

Yuejia listened indifferently, and an eerie silence fell.

He seemed to be considering the credibility of these words, or perhaps he was lost in thought, and he repeated Jiang Xiyu's words in a low voice: "Could you die for me?"

His tone revealed no emotion, but it also lacked the previous madness.

Jiang Xiyu waited for a while before tentatively raising her hand and carefully grasping his wrist.

When their skin touched, Yuejia frowned slightly, but did not pull away.

Jiang Xiyu looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed. Seeing that Yuejia didn't pull away, she moved her grip on his hand down to her throat and whispered, "If you don't believe me, my life is in your hands now..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The veins on Yuejia's forehead throbbed with pain. He could barely control his violent desires, thinking that he should just strangle him like this.

Once he's dead, no one in this world can influence him to this extent anymore.

Yuejia slowly tightened her five fingers.

Jiang Xiyu didn't blink, his gaze remaining unchanged as he stared straight at Yuejia.

As Yuejia approached step by step, a cool and chilly aura followed.

As that aura enveloped him, Jiang Xiyu's eyes widened slightly.

Suddenly, Yuejia seemed to see something in his eyes and angrily pushed Jiang Xiyu away.

"Who wants your life!" His tone was both angry and fierce.

Jiang Xiyu staggered back two steps before regaining her balance.

His soul, already unstable from being separated from his body, inevitably swayed at this moment.

Jiang Xiyu felt her vision blur and her soul was shaking.

Even so, looking at Yuejia standing there, he subconsciously asked, "Then... what do you want?"

"Tell me, and I'll give you anything."

The figure reflected in those golden eyes was Shiga.

Yuejia took over this body, but questioned it in her own name. As a result, she saw this face in Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

He suddenly felt completely unfamiliar with the place.

He felt so unfamiliar with Jiang Xiyu that he thought the words Jiang Xiyu spoke were directed at Shiga, not at him.

Even though this body already belonged to him, Yuejia still clung to these things and details.

He meticulously analyzed Jiang Xiyu's gaze, words, and actions, word by word.

He only wanted to find a trace of his importance to Shiga.

However, it was not found.

After all that happened, he found no trace of deep love in this person.

So he looked at Jiang Xiyu with extreme concern and obsession, his eyes seemingly reddening.

Yuejia asked calmly, "Don't you know what I want?"

Jiang Xiyu didn't think much of it and simply said, "Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I will give it to you."

“You have it, of course you have it.” Yuejia emphasized each word.

After he finished speaking, he laughed again, his shoulders trembling slightly. It was unclear whether he was laughing at others or at himself.

Jiang Xiyu's vision cleared, and he took two steps closer to Yue Jia, standing in front of him, and said seriously, "Then you speak."

Whether Yuejia was truly enraged or had long since lost her temper, it was unclear.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiyu by the back of his neck, bringing his lips close to his own. His pupils were blood-red and alluring, like blooming red spider lilies, exuding endless temptation, yet also seeming to radiate madness.

Their breaths drew closer inch by inch, and just as they were about to intertwine, Yuejia suddenly stopped, smiled faintly, and whispered, "I want you..."

Jiang Xiyu was suddenly stunned, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

The smile on Yuejia's lips faded slightly, becoming eerie.

His fingertips caressed Jiang Xiyu's lips with considerable force, as if trying to wipe away some trace that displeased him.

Only when Jiang Xiyu's lips were gradually rubbed until they lost their color did Yuejia finally seem satisfied.

However, when he loosened his fingertips, those thin lips suddenly seemed to be stained with rouge, becoming beautiful again.

Yuejia stared intently, then casually continued, "I want you... to belong to me completely."

"I don't want you to see anyone else, nor do I want Shiga's soul to reside in your body."

"Since you're willing to give me anything, then hand over Shiga's soul."

After he finished speaking, his face was expressionless, and his tone was icy. However, when he looked at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes held a hint of unconscious expectation and longing.

Jiang Xiyu carefully went through these words in his mind.

In his mind, Shiga's soul slowly raised its eyes.

He didn't speak, but remained calm, as if he wouldn't blame Jiang Xiyu no matter what he did, and he would be willing to accept it.

If Jiang Xiyu felt uncomfortable, he could even go out on his own initiative.

Jiang Xiyu refused.

Shiga's soul cannot leave now.

When Shiga's soul entered his body, Jiang Xiyu sensed that his soul was severely injured, even showing signs of annihilation.

It has only just begun to solidify; he cannot separate it now, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

He was willing to give Yuejia anything, except for one last thing, which he truly couldn't agree to.

Yuejia waited for a long time, but Jiang Xiyu did not reply.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, his gaze towards Jiang Xiyu turning cold and extremely gloomy.

"You're always like this. If you can't do it, why say such things? Don't you find it ridiculous?"

Before Jiang Xiyu could even speak, Yuejia had already taken a step back, as if she could no longer hold back. She conjured a sword in her hand and held it against Jiang Xiyu's neck.

The sword light was icy cold, and the killing intent was chilling.

Jiang Xiyu didn't blink or flinch.

When Xiu Jie and Jing Lian saw the sudden change and tried to stop it, Jiang Xiyu shook his head, signaling them not to come over.

The sword energy easily sliced ​​through the skin, and blood flowed out.

Yuejia's eyes seemed to bleed as well, and he said in a daze, "Jiang Xiyu, do you know how I felt when I watched you live for him, died for him, and heard the words you said to him?"

Jiang Xiyu felt a little embarrassed.

Unable to contain her pain any longer, Yuejia laughed bitterly, "I wish I could kill you, and I wish I could kill him too..."

She even wished she could destroy everything, including herself, who was full of lust.

If only there were pure evil like before, that would have been fine. But instead, love was mixed in with the evil, making every step he took seem like a joke.

I don't know why I care so much, so even if it's the same person, Yuejia will insist on getting to the bottom of things.

He went to argue and quarrel with Jiang Xiyu, testing her again and again.

Originally, it was just to test the other person's sincerity, but later I found that I had lost control and was acting out of spite, and acting out of spite would only drive lovers further and further apart.

In an instant, the sword light rose sharply, but it did not harm Jiang Xiyu in the slightest.

Instead, it was Yuejia's hand that began to drip blood.

Ignoring the stinging pain in her hand, Yuejia let the sword energy penetrate her meridians from her palm, finally piercing her cold heart, drawing blood and causing her unbearable pain.

It was as if to remind myself of this pain, or as if to warn myself.

Yuejia spoke each word with fierceness and inexplicable bitterness: "Never again, Jiang Xiyu!"

I will never be soft-hearted towards you again!

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword resting on his neck shattered into ice, just like the irreparable affection that fell into the dust.

Yuejia turned around, and before Jiang Xiyu could grab him, his figure vanished without a trace.