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

Jiang Xiyu sat in the car arranged by the housekeeper.

00 asked him: "Master, are you really leaving? Wouldn't it be easier to win him over if we stayed together?"

Jiang Xiyu leaned against the car window, watching the snowflakes fluttering under the streetlights. After a long while, she chuckled and replied, "Maybe distance makes the heart grow fonder."

If you're always around Lu Xingye, he'll get used to it. To win him over, you have to make him uncomfortable first.

Only in this way will he think of himself.

Jiang Xiyu didn't expect that Lu Xingye's discomfort would come so quickly.

There was a large lecture by a professor on Monday.

Jiang Xiyu and Lu Xingye were in the same class, but Jiang Xiyu waited for a long time and Lu Xingye never came.

He figured no one had reminded Lu Xingye that he had class today.

In the past, it was usually Jiang Xiyu who reminded him what classes were scheduled for that day and when they would start.

But Jiang Xiyu wasn't there, so as expected, Lu Xingye was late.

It wasn't until more than half of the class had passed that the young master finally arrived late.

The black trench coat accentuated his tall and slender figure, while the high-necked white sweater covered his neck completely. His silver hair was slightly messy, but it did not detract from his dazzling face.

Almost the instant Lu Xingye appeared, the discussion in the classroom began to rise like a tide, especially the girls, whose eyes were practically glued to him.

Hearing the commotion, the professor tapped on the podium as a reminder, signaling them to be quiet.

The girls awkwardly shut their mouths.

The professor who teaches this course is very prestigious. No matter who the student is, as long as they come to his class, they must follow his requirements.

With final exams approaching, the professor was being exceptionally strict. In addition, this class was very important, and he had already told everyone in advance not to be absent. So when Lu Xingye arrived late, the professor's expression was visibly not good.

Lu Xingye stood at the door but didn't come in.

His complexion looked a million times worse than the professor's.

Lu Xingye was somewhat irritated.

He woke up at 10 a.m. today.

He only decided to take this class on a whim.

If it weren't for this course, which his father strictly required him to take, he probably wouldn't have come.

Now I'm late and the professor is leaving me waiting at the door.

Even someone as proud as Lu Xingye almost lost his temper and stormed out.

But when his gaze inadvertently swept across the classroom, he immediately spotted the slender figure sitting by the window—it was Jiang Xiyu.

The light from the window was bright, making his profile appear very fair. Most of his face was probably buried in his scarf because he was cold, but when he saw Lu Xingye looking at him, he stretched out his neck and silently spoke to him with his pale red lips.

This subject is very difficult, and most people wouldn't choose it, but after Lu Xingye chose it, the major became incredibly popular.

Many of the girls who came to audit this class did so because of Lu Xingye.

Therefore, the classroom seats were almost full.

Lu Xingye arrived late, so there was nowhere for him to sit.

But Jiang Xiyu told him to go and sit in his seat.

Lu Xingye had no expression on his face, but when he walked over, he sat down in the seat that Jiang Xiyu had given up without any qualms.

The young master may be angry, but he never wrongs himself.

However, the fact that he was willing to sit in the seat Jiang Xiyu gave him did not mean that he had forgiven Jiang Xiyu.

The class ended, and even though Lu Xingye knew that Jiang Xiyu was standing behind him listening to the lecture, he didn't spare a single glance for her.

When class ended, Lu Xingye stood up and glanced back casually, but Jiang Xiyu was nowhere to be seen.

Now that Jiang Xiyu was no longer stopping them, the girls approached without any distance barrier.

They all raised their phones and excitedly surrounded Lu Xingye.

"She looks even better in person than in photos! Ahhhhh!"

Can I take a picture with you?

"Can you give me your autograph?"

Such comments continued, and some were even more outrageous: "Could you sign your mother's name for me? My dad really likes it! Ah!"

……

Almost everyone at the school knows that the son of a big star attends school here. Moreover, Lu Xingye is very popular on domestic social media platforms. Some photos of him taken without his consent have even made it to the trending topics several times, and his good looks have been widely circulated among fans on various social media platforms.

Therefore, after class, the classroom instantly transforms into a fan meeting place for the girls.

In no time, the classrooms and corridors were packed with people.

The building remained bustling with activity until the school bell rang.

Lu Xingye's face stiffened for a moment as he was forced into a corner.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Xiyu arrived with security personnel.

Lu Xingye was blocked from moving an inch. When he saw Jiang Xiyu arrive, he moved his wrist, which was a little numb from signing the autograph, and looked up at him.

He thought, "Jiang Xiyu actually knew to come; why didn't she think of taking me with her when she ran away?"

The young master completely forgot that he hadn't even glanced at the other person during class.

Lu Xingye felt both angry and displeased upon thinking about this.

Jiang Xiyu walked over, took out a black mask from her pocket, handed it to Lu Xingye, and said, "Brother, put this on."

Lu Xingye's gaze fell on the mask, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took it and put it on.

His long, slender knuckles were reddish, probably because he had been signing autographs for people.

When Lu Xingye took the mask from Jiang Xiyu, he was surprised to feel a warm sensation on it.

With the help of security personnel maintaining order, they were finally able to leave the teaching building.

In the past, to prevent such a scene from happening, Jiang Xiyu and Lu Xingye would arrive at the classroom early and find an inconspicuous corner to sit in.

Back then, Jiang Xiyu would always sit outside to help Lu Xingye isolate himself from others.

Furthermore, Lu Xingye was dressed very conservatively and sat in the front row, so even if others had doubts, they wouldn't act like they did today.

As a result, today, because Jiang Xiyu was not there, no one reminded the young master to go to class, and no one prepared these things, which led to Lu Xingye appearing at the classroom door in a very open manner, completely disregarding the sensation that this might cause.

Lu Xingye blamed all of this on Jiang Xiyu.

He thought that if Jiang Xiyu hadn't insisted on causing that scene in the private room that day, he wouldn't be so angry, and he wouldn't be in such a sorry state today.

Lu Xingye felt like getting angry, but a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, which inexplicably prevented him from doing so.

But when he realized that the smell on his mask was from Jiang Xiyu, he felt uncomfortable.

It seems I've never noticed this smell before, but now it's particularly noticeable. It's no longer so transparent; instead, it has a distinct presence.

Lu Xingye was thinking when he realized what he was thinking and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He felt that he was really driven crazy by Jiang Xiyu, which was why he was paying so much attention to these upsetting things.

He didn't like it, so Lu Xingye wanted to turn around and give Jiang Xiyu a fierce warning to stop following him.

Jiang Xiyu knew that Lu Xingye was clueless about life and lacked sensitivity to such matters. Fearing that he might encounter another situation where he was surrounded by people, Jiang Xiyu couldn't rest easy, so she silently followed him for a while longer.

The person in front stopped abruptly, and Jiang Xiyu, with her head down, bumped into them without noticing.

Lu Xingye clicked his tongue in displeasure, his expression carrying some personal resentment, and turned around as if to confront him.

Jiang Xiyu blinked slowly, and sensibly distanced herself from him, saying in a soft voice, "Sorry, Brother Xingye."

The boy lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes trembling uneasyly with Lu Xingye's silence, and the corners of his eyes blushed as if they had been touched for no reason.

From his vantage point, Lu Xingye could only see these colors.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu for a long time, then looked away with a cold expression.

"Don't follow me."

Jiang Xiyu nodded obediently, then hurriedly took out a hand warmer from her pocket and handed it to Lu Xingye, saying with concern, "Your hand."

The hand warmer comes in a kitten-shaped package, which looks very cute.

But this kind of cuteness doesn't suit Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye frowned as he looked at him, but did not reach out to take it.

He was somewhat disdainful, thinking he would never use such a thing.

Even though his hands were already so numb from moving them.

Jiang Xiyu noticed his dislike, so he hesitated for a moment, then awkwardly put the item back. After putting it back in his pocket, he said softly to Lu Xingye, "I'm leaving now, Xingye-ge. It's too cold outside, you should go back quickly and be careful not to catch a cold."

After saying these caring words, he left without looking back.

Lu Xingye stood there, looking at Jiang Xiyu's back view with disbelief.

He thought Jiang Xiyu was stupid.

They're incredibly stupid; they can't even read between the lines anymore.

Lu Xingye thought coldly, his fingers curling up almost imperceptibly.