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

"Shang Shi, stop!"

Just as Shang Shi was about to make a move, Jiang Xiyu, who had arrived at the scene, quickly stopped him.

The scent of ambergris pheromones mingled with the stench of blood in the decaying air. Jiang Xiyu hesitated as he was about to step inside, his physical discomfort immediately kicking in; the smell made him feel nauseous.

“Shang Shi…” Jiang Xiyu’s gaze fell on Shang Shi, who had his back to him, and then he saw the old man who was tormented to the point of mental confusion.

His aged face withered, his body covered in whip marks and bloodstains, but upon seeing Jiang Xiyu, a last flicker of life appeared on his face, and he frantically uttered whimpering cries for help towards Jiang Xiyu: "Ugh, ugh..."

Save me, kill him, kill him.

Shang Shi remained stiff and motionless, his eyes slightly drooping for a moment.

Damn.

How did they find us so quickly?

Shang Shi was very puzzled because he was certain that even if he left the surveillance video, no one would be able to find this place.

He wanted Jiang Xiyu to find him, but definitely not now.

How to do?

My brother saw me like this.

Will you hate me?

Will you hate me?

Will you think I'm a scary Alpha?

Will they not want me because of this...?

Thinking of this, Shang Shi suddenly felt a sense of panic and helplessness. This panic stemmed from his fear that Jiang Xiyu would see him in this cruel state, and also from his fear of every word Jiang Xiyu would say next.

The more Shang thought about it, the more his hand trembled as he held the murder weapon.

Time seemed to stand still around us, eerily quiet.

It was so quiet that he thought he could hear Jiang Xiyu gasping for breath.

Shang Shi didn't even dare to turn around and look at him.

He hurriedly clutched the things in his hands and hid them in front of him, trying to make sure Jiang Xiyu wouldn't see them with this clumsy action.

He frantically racked his brains, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

Jiang Xiyu called him again, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Shang Shi, come here."

Jiang Xiyu spoke each word with great difficulty, because the pheromones that the old man was emitting so freely made him feel extremely nauseous.

After a long silence, Shang Shi finally uttered a soft, trembling voice: "Brother, I can't go..."

His hands were covered in blood and were very dirty.

I can't go over there; I can't let my brother see.

Now that things have come to this, he can't care about anything else. He can't let this old man who knows the truth leave here alive.

He must be killed to prevent future troubles for my brother.

In an instant, Shang Shi coldly raised his eyes to look at the old man, revealing a ruthless killing intent in his eyes.

Before he could make a move, a light jasmine scent wafted over on the breeze, like soft cotton gently caressing his exposed, dirty skin.

Shang Shi stood there stunned, the numb killing intent in his eyes gradually fading away.

With a loud thud, the tool in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

His chest heaved as he greedily inhaled the scent.

My brother's pheromones.

His brother released pheromones for him.

Can……

Compared to the others, that smell was too faint.

Shang Shi frowned in disgust, took off his gloves, rummaged through his body, took out all the strawberry-shaped barrier patches, and roughly pressed them onto the old man's glands, trying to block the old man's smell that had gone out of control due to the AO reagent.

However, as people get older, their pheromones don't smell as strong, so those barrier patches did have an effect.

When Shang Shi finished using the barrier patch and looked up, he unexpectedly met Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

As he watched, his face visibly turned pale.

Even at the moment he was discovered, countless dark and insane thoughts had already flashed through Shang Shi's mind.

The sudden eye contact put him in a state of high tension, as if if Jiang Xiyu showed any dissatisfaction with him, his negative emotions would instantly collapse, causing irreparable consequences.

Jiang Xiyu noticed this and walked over to him. She didn't blame him, but said some things he wanted to hear.

"I even canceled my engagement party just to find you."

It was cancelled...

The engagement party was canceled?

Shang Shi's eyes widened suddenly, stunned by the huge surprise, and without thinking, she asked, "Will you still get married?"

Jiang Xiyu, who was a meter away from him, stopped when he heard the question and said softly, "Come here, and I'll tell you."

Without hesitation, Shang Shi reached Jiang Xiyu in two steps. He stood in front of the old man, not wanting Jiang Xiyu to see the filth, and obediently lowered his head, eagerly awaiting Jiang Xiyu's answer.

After luring the person over, Jiang Xiyu's expression changed instantly. Her tone was cold and serious as she questioned, "Why didn't you listen?"

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me obediently at school?"

"Why did you do this behind my back? I told you, I will handle everything."

"Do you know that what you're doing is wrong?"

"Damn it, why do you never listen to me?"

As Shang Shi listened, tears welled up in his eyes. He bit his lip tightly, cautiously wanting to look at him, yet afraid to. Finally, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and he lowered his head deeply, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, brother."

"I've caused you trouble again."

“You can hit me, you can curse me... but today, he must die.”

When Shang Shi raised his head and said the last sentence, "He must die," his tone took a 180-degree turn and became very cold.

Although her beautiful eyes were red and swollen like a little rabbit's, her pupils held a cold-blooded and obsessive nature.

Jiang Xiyu disagreed: "Today, anyone can kill the old man, but you, Shang Shi, cannot. He is your grandfather."

His blood flows in your veins too.

Jiang Xiyu did not want Shang Shi to commit such a patricide.

“He’s not.” Shang Shi disclaimed the relationship with disgust, her tone calm: “I have no family left, brother. I only have you. But he hurt you.”

Shang Shi paused, then smiled at Jiang Xiyu, fearing he might be displeased: "So, I'm going to punish him."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Xiyu sighed.

That doesn't make any sense at all.

For Shang Shi, family ties are inherently a very weak thing.

From an ethical and moral standpoint, Jiang Xiyu did not want Shang Shi to take action, but that did not mean he could not.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at the tools on the table and asked curiously, "What do you want to use to kill him?"

Shang Shi originally intended to use them all, but given the current situation, that was probably impossible, which left him slightly disappointed.

Jiang Xiyu could see it, of course. He was used to Shang Shi's madness, so he wasn't too surprised.

After all, the old man had a piece of his flesh cut off by him.

That piece of meat was still lying disgustingly on the ground, covered in dust.

Just as Shang Shi was about to answer, Jiang Xiyu raised his chin, gesturing to Shang Shi: "Go, bring that brick over here."