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

Jiang Xiyu stood across the dining table without going up, just frowning as she watched everything, somewhat lost in thought.

Lu Xingye watched him drift off into thought, and a sudden surge of indescribable frustration welled up inside him.

As Lu Zhibai applied burn ointment and tried to touch the back of his hand, Lu Xingye reflexively pulled his hand away.

The anger that hadn't been vented earlier is now showing signs of brewing.

Lu Xingye said coldly, "Stay away from me. Who gave you permission to touch me?"

His tone revealed extreme impatience, as if he greatly disliked being touched by the person next to him.

Lu Zhibai was startled by his tone, bit her lip, and explained, "I, I just wanted to apply it for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Xingye ruthlessly raised his hand and knocked the ointment from his hand to the ground.

"Aren't you annoying me?! I told you I fucking don't like men, why do you keep coming up to me like that?!"

These words seem to have instantly wiped out all of Lu Zhibai's efforts from the previous period.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu lowered her gaze.

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the surroundings.

Song Qingming and Liang Qi exchanged meaningful glances, their eyes shifting between Jiang Xiyu, Lu Zhibai, and Lu Xingye. Finally, they both decided to sit down and watch the show.

Lu Zhibai's eyes showed some hurt, but he still forced a smile at Lu Xingye.

He had gotten used to Lu Xingye's harsh words to him, and he silently told himself that it was okay, that was just Lu Xingye's temper.

Lu Zhibai tried to calm himself down, but his eyes still welled up with tears. He said to Lu Xingye, "Don't be angry."

Lu Xingye coldly warned, "Lu Zhibai, don't push your luck. Try bothering me again and see what happens. Don't force me to take action against you."

"Then, you take this, your hands are so cold."

Lu Zhibai didn't know how to appease Lu Xingye's temper. He remembered that Lu Xingye's hand was very cold when it hit him earlier, so he took out the hand warmer that Jiang Xiyu had given him and placed it in front of Lu Xingye.

Whether it was this behavior or something else, Lu Xingye was completely enraged.

He stood up, holding the hand warmer, and threw it away with obvious disgust.

"Who wants your junk!"

The hand warmer was tossed right at Jiang Xiyu's feet.

Jiang Xiyu met Lu Xingye's angry gaze, stared blankly for a moment, and then lowered her head.

It was as if something that hadn't been thrown in front of Jiang Xiyu earlier had somehow ended up in front of him after going around in circles.

It's as if what they threw away wasn't a hand warmer, but a sincere heart.

Jiang Xiyu slowly squatted down, intending to reach out and pick it up.

Lu Xingye spoke up at this moment: "You dare to pick it up."

The atmosphere was a bit stiff. Even someone who didn't understand the situation knew that Lu Xingye was really angry.

Song Qingming's gaze now only darted back and forth between him and Jiang Xiyu.

Finally, it seemed that he finally understood something: the unquenchable anger had shifted from Lu Zhibai to Jiang Xiyu.

Or perhaps, it wasn't Lu Zhibai who angered Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye left.

Lu Zhibai was heartbroken, thinking that Lu Xingye really hated him that much. While waiting for his car at the restaurant entrance, he shed some tears.

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat at a loss. After listening to Lu Zhibai's accusations against Lu Xingye and silently comforting himself, Jiang Xiyu took out a tissue and handed it to him, indicating that he should wipe his tears.

Lu Zhibai sniffled and asked Jiang Xiyu, "Does Lu Xingye really hate me that much?"

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and replied in a low voice, "Perhaps it's because you dislike me."

"Huh? Why does he hate you? You're so nice." Lu Zhibai was a little confused, only then realizing that Jiang Xiyu really hadn't been by Lu Xingye's side today, nor had she walked with him.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent.

The snow started falling again outside, and the cold wind blew into the car.

Lu Xingye stared expressionlessly at the two people at the restaurant entrance.

Just then, Jiang Xiyu handed Lu Zhibai a tissue, indicating that he was wiping his tears.

Because of the angle, from inside the car, it looked as if Jiang Xiyu was wiping Lu Zhibai's tears with a tissue and even thoughtfully shielding him from the wind.

Jiang Xiyu's neck was no longer bent; he stood there, straight as a bamboo joint.

Snowflakes fell around them. Lu Xingye watched this scene, which resembled something out of an idol drama, with a mocking look. His scalded hand, hanging by his side, began to throb with pain.

He gave a cold laugh and indifferently withdrew his gaze.

Jiang Xiyu.

Excellent, superb!

*

Lu Xingye is a very delicate person. He caught a cold because he was not careful and was exposed to cold wind. He had a headache when he got home and started to have a fever that night.

The housekeeper called the family doctor to examine Lu Xingye, but unexpectedly noticed that Lu Xingye's scalded hand, which had not been treated in time, had small blisters on the back of his hand.

He instinctively picked up his phone and called Jiang Xiyu, asking, "What happened to Young Master's hand?"

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat surprised to receive the call. After hearing the housekeeper's question, she said with a hint of helplessness, "He accidentally scalded himself with boiling water during dinner today."

The butler asked again, "Aren't you with the young master?"

This is as if asking: How could he still get burned?

Jiang Xiyu truthfully said, "He was angry with me and wouldn't let me stay by his side."

The housekeeper glanced at the person lying on the bed being watched over by the doctor and servants, and understood somewhat.

The young master is like this because I didn't notice.

In the past, when Jiang Xiyu was by the young master's side, he worried about these things a lot. Even though he was also a child, he could still act like a little adult and constantly remind the young master.

Now, in the housekeeper's eyes, it's like two children having a tiff, and one of them, who can't take care of himself, starts to cause all sorts of problems.

He pondered for a moment, then asked Jiang Xiyu, "Do you want to come back and see the young master? This is a good opportunity; perhaps it can ease the tension between you two."

The butler said in a somewhat teasing tone, "Although I don't know what happened between you two, I feel that the young master is not doing so well without you."

"When Madam comes back and sees that one of you ran away and the other is sick, she will be very distressed."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu began to put on thick clothes.

He knew the butler's intention: he wanted him to take this opportunity to rekindle his relationship with Lu Xingye.

Jiang Xiyu thought about it and didn't want to refuse.

Hearing the rustling sounds from the other end, the housekeeper smiled and said, "I'll send someone to pick you up. Don't come out. Wait for the driver to arrive, so you don't catch a cold."

Jiang Xiyu hummed in agreement and then hung up the phone.

An hour later, he was picked up by the driver and taken back to the Lu family home.

The butler had been standing at the door for a while. When he saw Jiang Xiyu arrive, he stepped forward and handed him the burn ointment, a kind smile on his face: "Go upstairs, young master is upstairs."

As Jiang Xiyu walked to the elevator, the housekeeper said again, "Don't go back tonight either."

Jiang Xiyu turned to look at him and nodded.

He stepped into the elevator and went to the third floor. The elevator doors opened, and Lu Xingye's room was on the left.

When I pushed open the door and went in, Lu Xingye was still asleep with his eyes closed and an IV drip in his hand.

Jiang Xiyu walked to the bedside and stared at him quietly for a while.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his brow was furrowed as if he were sleeping restlessly. Because of his head being turned to the side and buried in the pillow, his silver hair fell messily on the side of his face, revealing skin with an abnormal blush.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze moved from his face to his injured hand.

Tsk, the burn didn't look serious back then, but now it looks like the back of my hand is all red and blistered.

Jiang Xiyu smiled faintly.

She was so stubborn, saying she wouldn't apply it, but when she got sick, she was more vulnerable than anyone else.

Jiang Xiyu sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the burn ointment, took a cotton swab from the bedside table, dipped it in the ointment, and carefully applied it to Lu Xingye.

Afraid of hurting him or waking him up, Jiang Xiyu was very gentle.

What could have been done in one go took him two whole minutes to apply carefully.

After applying the ointment again, Jiang Xiyu threw the cotton swab into the trash can. When she looked up, she met the boy's listless gaze as he lifted his eyelids.

Eyes facing each other.