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

Over there, Jiang Xiyu noticed that Lu Zhibai's hands were also frozen. After thinking for a moment, she took out a hand warmer from her pocket and handed it to him.

Lu Zhibai was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Jiang Xiyu to notice such a thing. After realizing what had happened, he smiled, reached out and took it, and thanked Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu nodded slightly, then poured a cup of hot water.

The rising steam blurred the inside of the cup and also clouded his clear, black-and-white eyes.

Lu Zhibai looked at the glass of water, then his gaze fell on the hand warmer in his hand. Finally, he felt a pang of emotion at Jiang Xiyu's unconscious tenderness.

He felt that Jiang Xiyu was a very thoughtful person, and he seemed to understand a little why someone with such a bad temper as Lu Xingye could accept Jiang Xiyu being by his side.

It's like if this person were there, they would think of everything for you.

There are so many details along the way that even Lu Zhibai can't quite explain them all.

He put the hand warmer away, and just as he looked up, Jiang Xiyu handed him a glass of water.

It was the glass he had just poured for himself.

Jiang Xiyu said softly, "The temperature is perfect, you can drink it directly."

Oh, so Jiang Xiyu didn't pour it for herself, but waited until the temperature was just right before handing it to him.

So this glass of water was originally poured for him.

Lu Zhibai was somewhat surprised.

Actually, guys don't usually pay attention to these things, but since he's gay, he can't help but care about these details and think about them deeply.

When he took the cup of water, the warmth of the hot water seeped into his palm through the cup. It wasn't a scalding, burning temperature, but rather a just-right, comfortable temperature.

Lu Zhibai couldn't help but rub it, drinking water and looking at him curiously.

Jiang Xiyu didn't pay much attention to Lu Zhibai's gaze. She simply poured herself a cup of hot water, shook it, and blew on it with her lips. The steam instantly swirled around.

He slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze passing through the white, misty steam, and vaguely landed on the person by the window not far away.

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and smiled slightly. After the heat in front of her dissipated, she subtly withdrew her gaze, as if she had never looked in Lu Xingye's direction.

Therefore, the crisp sound of the collision seemed to have gone unnoticed by anyone.

After the dishes were served, Lu Zhibai kept asking Jiang Xiyu questions about Lu Xingye, and Jiang Xiyu generously told him some of them.

For example, when it comes to food, Lu Xingye likes seafood, but he hates peeling the shells himself, so he usually pretends not to like it; he likes sweets, but he always pretends to hate fattening desserts because he cares about his figure, and he won't even eat more than a few bites of birthday cake...

There are many similar examples. For instance, today, he actually enjoys talking to his fans and asking them for autographs, but he habitually keeps a cold face and acts like he's unapproachable. People who see this might think he's impatient or doesn't like things.

But if Lu Xingye really didn't like it, he would have given his fans the cold shoulder long ago. He wouldn't have foolishly signed autographs for Jiang Xiyu even though his hands were so cold he could barely feel them.

He's a complete idiot when it comes to life, having grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and never experienced hardship. He doesn't understand many common sense things, but he always pretends to know everything. In reality, he can't take care of himself at all, but when Jiang Xiyu is around, he never realizes this problem...

Simply put, the things that Lu Xingye pretends to dislike are actually the things he likes the most.

However, for a "person," if they don't like something, they simply don't like it.

Jiang Xiyu did not tell Lu Zhibai these last words.

Lu Zhibai listened with great interest, feeling both amused and incredulous.

He felt that Lu Xingye's childishness was somewhat unreal.

"Could you tell me a little more?" Lu Zhibai stood up and sat down next to Jiang Xiyu.

His eyes were full of sincerity, and his curiosity, aroused by Lu Xingye's contrast, made him completely unaware that he and Jiang Xiyu were too close, almost touching.

Just then, the sound of something breaking on the floor echoed through the restaurant, followed by an angry shout: "What's wrong with you? How dare you bring over water this hot?"

The commotion was so sudden that it drew everyone's attention in the restaurant, including Lu Zhibai and Jiang Xiyu.

A waiter was seen bowing repeatedly to a sullen-faced young man, apologizing profusely: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice, I'm really very sorry."

Normally, this situation shouldn't happen.

Because it was so cold outside, the water was served hotter than usual, mainly to prevent it from cooling down too quickly in winter.

Most people wouldn't touch such scalding water.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he put it down, the customer didn't even glance at it and immediately reached for it with his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you alright?"

The waiter, looking flustered, grabbed a tissue, intending to wipe Lu Xingye's face.

Lu Xingye coldly brushed aside the waiter's outstretched hand with his arm, then took a tissue and wiped the back of his hand that had been scalded by the hot water.

Seeing that it wasn't too serious, Song Qingming breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Lu Xingye didn't make any big movements when he got the hot water. Only when he reflexively let go did some hot water splash onto his hands, but the rest didn't get on his body.

Otherwise, today would have been a complete mess.

Liang Qi reprimanded the waiter and called the manager. The manager rushed over after hearing the commotion and repeatedly bowed to apologize to Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye rubbed his hands irritably, ignoring the manager's apology.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him curiously, Song Qingming was afraid that things would escalate, so he told the manager that it was nothing and asked him to send someone to clean it up.

The manager quickly called for help, and after the area was cleaned up, he apologized to the other customers who were disturbed while they were dining. Only then was the incident finally resolved.

Song Qingming took the burn ointment handed over by the manager and presented it to Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye frowned and glanced at it, showing no intention of using it.

Thinking about everything that had happened today, he felt nothing was going right, and his face darkened even more.

Small patches of redness had already appeared on the back of his fair hand.

Looking at it, Song Qingming reminded Lu Xingye, "Apply some, be careful not to burn yourself."

Liang Qi glanced at Lu Xingye's hand and said nonchalantly, "It should be nothing serious. It's just a small wound. If Brother Lu doesn't want to put on any ointment, then he can."

He paused, then muttered, "That waiter was so clueless. Why bring hot water at a time like this, and put it right next to Brother Lu?"

These words may not seem wrong to you, but to Lu Xingye, they sound very bad.

It's unclear what nerve Lu Xingye was touched on, but his face, which hadn't shown much emotion when he was burned, now showed faint signs of anger.

Lu Xingye moved his legs, about to get up and leave.

Just then, he discovered that Lu Zhibai had already pulled Jiang Xiyu over.

Before Lu Xingye could get up, Lu Zhibai approached him with a worried expression. He saw that Lu Xingye's hand, which was resting on the dining table, was red and looked as if it had been burned.

He asked with concern, "Lu Xingye, are you alright? How did you get burned? It looks really bad."

Lu Xingye's hands were very beautiful, pale and slender, with visible bluish veins beneath the skin. They looked like the kind of hands that were pampered and spoiled, like a young lady from ancient times, who never lifted a finger.

Such beautiful hands, even the slightest injury would be very noticeable.

"Apply some burn ointment, otherwise it will hurt." Lu Zhibai said, and naturally took the burn ointment from Song Qingming's hand, twisted it open and squeezed out some, as if he wanted to apply it to Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye didn't spare him a single glance, but instead raised his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Xiyu with some displeasure.

Why are you still standing still?

Didn't he see that I was injured?

It's not that you'd do anything to get your own forgiveness.

Now that they see him injured, they are completely unmoved.

As Lu Xingye thought about it, his face turned completely dark.