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

"We didn't..."

The thug sitting in front was about to retort, but when he saw through the crack in the door that a boy had appeared outside at some unknown time, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, he suddenly fell silent in fright.

When Shang Shi saw him looking over, he smiled at him casually.

In an instant, the painful memories of last night flooded back. The thug felt his hair stand on end, swallowed hard a few times, and thought about the warning that person had given him before he came to the police station. Coupled with the constant reminder of the pain in his body, he could only slump down and admit defeat, trembling as he said, "Yes, we...we beat someone up..."

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Injustice!

More wronged than Dou E!

Jiang Xiyu understood their miserable state perfectly.

He remained silent for a long time, which made those around him tremble with fear.

Shang Shi, standing outside, kept watching Jiang Xiyu's tall figure. From his angle, he could see Jiang's handsome profile, which was very calm and profound.

Half a minute later, he heard the person in the interrogation room whisper a sentence with an undeniable tone: "From now on, I don't want you to cause him any more trouble, nor do I want to see you in Jiangcheng."

That sentence sounded like a warning, yet also like well-intentioned words.

After such a brutal beating, the thugs dared not cause any more trouble, and they all nodded like leaves in the wind.

Jiang Xiyu then emerged from the interrogation room, satisfied. As he passed Shang Shi, he paused, looked at Shang Shi, and said, "Come with me to the hospital."

Upon hearing the word "hospital," Shang Shi subconsciously frowned: "I don't like injections."

Jiang Xiyu stopped watching him and walked forward, the meaning was clear: come or don't come, it's up to you.

As Shang Shi watched him leave, he habitually reached into his pocket, only to find that all he had left were candy wrappers.

Ugh, this is really frustrating.

After dealing with the police station matters, Jiang Xiyu took Shang Shi to the hospital for a check-up. After the examination, it was found that he did not have any particularly serious injuries. As for the so-called broken bones, the doctor also said tactfully that it was nothing serious, implying that if he had come any later, the bones would have healed on their own.

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

When he looked up, he happened to meet Shang Shi's gaze. After staring at each other for five seconds, Jiang Xiyu looked away first, as if if he looked any longer, he would be unable to resist tearing off Shang Shi's seemingly innocent face.

In the end, his inherent good manners prevented him from acting out of character, so he thanked the doctor and turned to leave.

Shang Shi silently followed, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the person who was originally walking in front suddenly stop in front of the 'psychiatric department', and his tone was indescribable.

He said, "We only live once, so let's go in and see."

"Huh?" Shang Shi was stunned for a moment, then retorted with some dissatisfaction, "Brother, I don't have a mental illness."

Jiang Xiyu stared at him slowly for a long time before coldly curling her lips: "I know... after all, it was me who was tormented."

Mental illness torments you, but you torment others.

Merchant's support: (?x?)

Is it so easy for me to guess what I'm thinking?

Sincerity is indeed a sure-fire weapon.

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After leaving the hospital, Jiang Xiyu, feeling that she felt safer only when something dangerous was under her nose, decided to take him back to her apartment.

Otherwise, he had no doubt that this meeting, which took place at the police station, might be changed to the morgue next time.

Compared to Jiang Xiyu's distress, 00 was happy and secretly gave Shang Shi a thumbs up with her little paws after hearing the decision.

Wow, he's amazing.

It was initially worried because its owner was going on a blind date today, but now its owner has decided to bring Shang Shi home directly.

Alone and widowed, sharing a room.

00 Sudden realization.

It turns out that of the thirty-six strategies for love, no matter which one, being a little crazy is the only way to have a chance.

Jiang Xiyu pressed her hand to her forehead and asked 00 helplessly, "What are you babbling on and on about?"

00 happily spun around: 【No.】

"Do me a favor?"

【Master, please speak, and I promise to complete the mission.】

After Jiang Xiyu whispered a few words of advice, his mind finally calmed down.

What puzzled him was that the person next to him didn't say a word after getting on the bus.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but glance over, and saw that the boy had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

The light filtering in from the window shone on his fair face, his long, slightly upturned eyelashes falling on his lower eyelids, making his delicate features appear even softer. He looked exceptionally serene.

But unfortunately, he's a guy who hides a knife behind his smile.

If only people could be as well-behaved as he looks.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment and then looked away.

Just as he was thinking about whether this person could behave, Shang Shi was closing his eyes and pondering how to act well.

How can I act well to have a chance of staying?

Shang Shi rested his elbow on the car window, his slender hand supporting his chin, lost in thought.

The quiet atmosphere, along with the faint, refreshing scent surrounding you.

Shang Shi's eyebrows relaxed, and his body gradually relaxed. Perhaps because he hadn't slept all night, his eyelids felt increasingly heavy as he closed his eyes. Thinking this, he unknowingly fell asleep.

Shang Shi's deep sleep faded as the cool, refreshing aura disappeared, so when a completely different sound came from inside the car again, he suddenly became alert and opened his eyes.

Looking at the person speaking in the passenger seat, his eyes were icy cold, and he couldn't suppress his instinctive reactions at all.

The assistant, who was about to remind him that they had arrived, was startled by that look and his voice trembled: "Uh, we've arrived."

Shang Shi subconsciously turned his head to look to the side, only to find that the person who had been sitting next to him just moments before was no longer there.

His gaze followed the window and he noticed that the car had been parked in the underground parking garage at some point.

Inside the car, the faint fragrance had long since dissipated, leaving no trace.

Shang Shi glanced around, and after a long while, he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is this?"

The assistant noticed his confusion and quickly explained, "You were asleep just now. The young master instructed me to bring you to his private apartment."

Shang Shi moved his numb arm, then paused upon hearing the words "private apartment": "Where is he?"

The assistant replied, "Young Master had something to attend to and got off the bus midway."

Shang Shi pressed his temples, his tone unreadable: "Did I sleep for a long time?"

Jiang Xiyu got out of the car; how could he not notice?

Can he really sleep that soundly?

The assistant nodded: "Yes, you're probably too tired."

He glanced at Shang Shi, seeing that his expression was normal, as if the look in his eyes just now was just his imagination.

That makes sense. How could someone so beautiful have such a terrifying look in their eyes? It must be because the lighting in the underground parking garage was too dim, causing him to be disoriented. He must have been mistaken.

The young master was willing to take him to his private apartment, so their relationship must be special. I just don't know if this handsome person is an Alpha or an Omega.

If she's an omega, does that mean the young master intends to keep her hidden away?

The assistant awkwardly touched his nose.

Seeing him staring at him with a strange expression, Shang Shi composed himself and gave his usual smile: "Thank you for your trouble."

The assistant's eyes immediately lit up with hearts: "Ah, no trouble at all, no trouble at all..."

I'm so upset. Suddenly I realize it doesn't matter whether he's an Alpha or an Omega.

This face is stunning no matter where it's lying down.