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

The happiness that the two people shared in the last world ultimately turned into longing as their lives came to an end.

When 00 collected the first trace of affection, she was overjoyed.

Jiang Xiyu wasn't so happy; in fact, she felt upset because of the huge psychological gap.

Later, it was 00 who found a way to help Jiang Xiyu seal away his memories from the previous world, and only then was he finally willing to take on the next mission.

The moment her soul entered the new world, less than a second later, Jiang Xiyu felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

Before he could even react, he was kicked to the ground, and then a cold, angry voice rang out above him.

"Jiang Xiyu, are you fucking looking for death?"

The private room was dimly lit. As the angry voice rang out, the bright white lights were turned off, and the dazzling light, like shattered diamonds, fell entirely on the dazzling figure sitting on the sofa.

Beneath his slightly parted, wavy silver hair was a strikingly handsome face, exuding an aura of nobility that captivated at first glance. His skin was very fair, his bone structure was well-defined, and when the corners of his eyes turned down in a cold, detached manner, his expression was both nonchalant and inexplicably sharp.

He leaned forward slightly, giving the person on the ground a cold, condescending look, but in an instant, as if he had seen something dirty, he looked away in disgust.

The person he kicked to the ground was as thin as paper. Perhaps because the kick was too forceful, he lay on the ground coughing with some difficulty.

Jiang Xiyu was struck hard in the abdomen, and the pain brought tears to his eyes. He slowly reached out to cover his abdomen, trying to relieve the pain, but to no avail. He trembled with discomfort.

Everyone stared blankly, and when they realized what had happened, their eyes widened in shock.

Because they never expected that the little follower who was usually practically invisible by Lu Shao's side would be so bold today. From their perspective, the little follower actually dared to sneak over and kiss Lu Shao's cheek while he was pretending to be asleep.

That guy usually looks timid and doesn't dare to lift his head much, but I never expected him to have such filthy thoughts about Lu Xingye.

Damn it, who is Lu Xingye?

In entertainment news, the most famous second-generation stars are always known for their explosive tempers and unapproachability.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiyu...

No wonder he's always been so loyal and hardworking by Young Master Lu's side; it turns out he's gay.

This is going to be quite a show. Lu Xingye won't be satisfied until he cripples him.

Look at that kick, it looks like that guy is almost dead.

The crowd scoffed inwardly, yet their eyes were irresistibly drawn to the person lying on the ground.

This was the first time they had seen Jiang Xiyu's face fully revealed when she wasn't acting like a quail.

The person lying on the ground had lost all color in his face, his exposed neck was clean and long, and the water glistening at the corners of his eyes made him look innocent, like a white cat that had done something wrong and was afraid of being punished, curled up and wrapped around his body with his tail.

He trembled, burying his head deep in the shadows, only his ears, tinged with crimson, peeking out from his hair.

She looked frail and pitiful.

In an instant, the expressions of those present became subtle, some sighing, some surprised.

Jiang Xiyu felt the gaze falling on him, and the inferiority complex and sensitivity that the original owner had deep in his bones surged up wildly in his heart, making him clench his teeth in embarrassment.

"I...I didn't, I just wanted to wipe your face..."

His attempt to explain only created an even more awkward atmosphere in the private room.

Who would believe it?

Would Lu Xingye have gotten so angry if it were just a simple face wipe?

What's the difference between this and admitting guilt without being asked?

Upon hearing this, Lu Xingye's jaw tightened, and his cold gaze swept over everyone, the warning in his eyes very obvious.

Anyone who dares to speak out about what happened today should not blame him for turning his back on them.

Most of the group knew the rules and didn't dare to linger. They all made excuses to leave, except for Lu Xingye's best friend, Song Qingming, who stayed behind.

He hesitated before advising, "How about we just forget about it?"

That kick felt really hard; the person is still in so much pain they can't get up.

Lu Xingye frowned, his face full of anger, and the anger that he had not shown before erupted all at once.

He stood up, disdainfully kicked the man's leg with his toe, and sneered, "Stop pretending to be dead, get up."

Jiang Xiyu clenched her fists, shook her head, and glanced hesitantly at Lu Xingye.

If he stood up, Lu Xingye would definitely beat him to death.

This body is too weak to withstand it.

In the past, at this time, no matter what Lu Xingye said, Jiang Xiyu would get up for him even if he had broken his arms or legs.

But now, seeing how disobedient he was, Lu Xingye lowered his head in extreme frustration, and just then met Jiang Xiyu's gaze. His eyes were clear and bright, and they were wet with fear.

I'm afraid of myself.

Now I know I’m afraid.

When you were being so reckless, why didn't you know fear?

Lu Xingye's lips curled up very slowly, a cruel curve that could hardly be called a smile.

The wine bottles on the table were shaking, followed by a crisp cracking sound in the private room as some wine glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

It was Lu Xingye who kicked the coffee table over.

The fragile items and bottles placed on the edge all fell down, splashing wine everywhere.

Amidst the chorus of crisp sounds, Lu Xingye scoffed coldly and announced to him in a ruthless tone, "You don't need to go back to the Lu family."

It means: You've been kicked out, Jiang Xiyu.

After the footsteps faded into the distance, the private room returned to silence.

When the cleaning staff saw him sitting on the floor, they felt sorry for him, went over, helped him up, and put him on the sofa.

The group of people who came to clean up after him didn't say anything to chase him away, nor did they dare to.

Because the people who are usually received here are either rich or noble.

They even thoughtfully asked if Jiang Xiyu needed any help.

Jiang Xiyu declined with a faint smile.

After a while, when the pain subsided, he gritted his teeth and shouted "00".

"You kicked me as soon as I arrived, almost knocking me offline. Are you afraid I won't die?" Jiang Xiyu was silent for a moment, then added very softly, "I'll remember that."

00 quickly went online to ease his pain, saying, "[Sorry, Master, this target of your affections has a rather bad temper.]"

Just now, if it weren't for the world's rules restricting Jiang Xiyu from breaking his persona, he would definitely have stood up and fought with Lu Xingye.

Is this body, which feels like it could fall apart at any moment, for real?

Jiang Xiyu said with great dissatisfaction, "I don't want to be a sickly beauty, I want to be the most masculine of masculinities!"

00: (⊙o⊙)…

This world seems a bit unworkable [awkward laugh].

Jiang Xiyu knew that he had no choice in his identity, but couldn't he have chosen the timing of the message?

Why did they have to send him here to get kicked after the original owner had already stolen a kiss?

Why couldn't we have him come earlier and chosen not to kiss me?

00 explained: "No, Master, this is an important plot point."

The person Jiang Xiyu just kissed was the one he was trying to seduce in this world.

The identity he borrowed was that of a cannon fodder character who had secretly loved Lu Xingye for several years, crawling in a dark and twisted way, and later becoming severely perverted due to jealousy of the relationship between the male lead and the female lead.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

[This is an immersive quick transmigration story. Characters like 00 appear less frequently. See the title for character descriptions!!! No OOC.]

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