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

When their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting him to wake up so quickly.

At this moment, he was still holding Lu Xingye's hand. It wasn't until he followed Lu Xingye's slowly lowering gaze that he realized he was still holding his hand.

Jiang Xiyu abruptly pulled her hand back, and said somewhat flusteredly, "Brother Xingye, you...you're awake? I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

The warmth in his palm vanished abruptly, and Lu Xingye's fingertips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Seemingly still somewhat disoriented from just waking up, he stared at Jiang Xiyu for a long while before coldly frowning and saying, "What are you doing here? Who let you into my room!"

Lu Xingye's voice was a little hoarse, and even though his tone was weaker, it couldn't hide his impatience: "What were you doing just now?"

He felt that Jiang Xiyu was getting bolder and bolder.

Surprisingly, she even secretly came to hold his hand while he was sick.

Why are you so persistent?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu stood up, took two steps back, and explained, "I heard from the housekeeper that you had a fever, and I was worried, so I wanted to come and see you."

As he spoke, his gaze returned to Lu Xingye's hand. He hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "I noticed that your hand hasn't been treated with medicine yet, so I thought I'd apply some for you... I didn't mean anything by it."

After listening, Lu Xingye propped himself up and sat up, a mocking smile already on his face: "Stop giving hindsight advice."

Jiang Xiyu didn't come up to him when he got burned at the restaurant.

Now you know how to feign concern, but why didn't you know to read his expression back then?

Lu Xingye continued, "Get out of here. I don't want to see you."

People may appear vulnerable and their emotions may be amplified when they are sick.

Therefore, Lu Xingye's tone towards Jiang Xiyu was not very good, as if the anger he felt during the day had not subsided by night.

His hand was burned, and it was very obvious.

He stood there, as if silently accusing Jiang Xiyu of ignoring him during the day.

It's as if it's saying: Look, you didn't care about me during the day, and now this is how I've become.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at his hand several times, then stood still, clearly not wanting to leave.

Lu Xingye raised his voice: "I told you to leave, can't you understand human language? Cough cough!"

His throat felt dry and itchy, as if it were being burned, and Lu Xingye couldn't help but cough, covering his lips.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyu quickly handed him the warm water that had been prepared by the bedside.

Lu Xingye subconsciously reached out and took it. After drinking a couple of sips, he heard the person next to him say, "You're sick, so I have to stay with you. That's how I've always stayed with you."

The eldest young master is sick and can't sleep well; he needs someone to watch over him.

Jiang Xiyu's expression was resolute.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xingye nearly choked on his water.

He shoved the water glass back into Jiang Xiyu's hand, angrily saying, "What, don't you have any servants at home? Do you need to stay here and watch over things? Get out of here right now!"

Jiang Xiyu seemed not to hear her and said to herself, "Then you must be hungry. I'll go get you something to eat."

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not eating, I told you I don't want to see you, I told you to get lost, don't you understand?" In desperation, Lu Xingye grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, gritting his teeth as he said, "Jiang Xiyu, can't you understand human language!"

Jiang Xiyu was suddenly hit on the back by a pillow. He stopped and turned to look at Lu Xingye. A hint of hurt flashed across his fair and clean face.

"But I think you should be hungry now."

The housekeeper said that Lu Xingye fell ill as soon as he returned, and Jiang Xiyu didn't see him eat anything at noon.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a moment, then squatted down to pick up the pillow and walked towards Lu Xingye.

Perhaps because Jiang Xiyu's expression was too gloomy, or perhaps because his throat was too uncomfortable, Lu Xingye was stunned for a moment and did not speak, but stared at him as he walked over with the pillow.

Jiang Xiyu walked to the bedside, bent down slightly, and placed the pillow she was holding back behind Lu Xingye.

As he approached, a faint milky and sweet scent wafted into Lu Xingye's nostrils, and his back suddenly stiffened.

Then, he couldn't help but hold his breath and turn his face away.

After doing all this, Jiang Xiyu spoke in a very gentle tone, with a hint of flattery: "Brother Xingye, can you not send me away? I really... I really won't do that again. Let's go back to how things were before, and pretend that nothing ever happened, okay?"

Lu Xingye paused for a moment, then frowned again: "As if none of this ever happened?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded and said softly, "Last time, I really didn't mean to, I was probably drunk..."

Lu Xingye turned his head, his face flushed from the heat. He chuckled in exasperation, "You're drunk? Just because you're drunk, does that mean you can kiss me? Just because you're drunk, does that mean you can do that to me?"

Perhaps because he was ill, his voice didn't sound as intimidating. Or perhaps because the young master's fever hadn't subsided, his thoughts were becoming chaotic.

Upon hearing Jiang Xiyu's plea for peace, his first reaction was not one of fury, but rather a somewhat strange question.

He suddenly became curious about when Jiang Xiyu had started to have such incomprehensible and disgusting thoughts about him.

Jiang Xiyu's eyelashes trembled nervously. When Lu Xingye looked at him, his face visibly flushed, and he nervously tried to explain, "But...but I...I didn't really, I didn't really kiss you..."

"You really want to kiss me?" Lu Xingye's tone lowered, his gaze as aggressive as his tone: "Jiang Xiyu, what do you mean?"

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Lu Xingye suddenly snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Xiyu's face, and asked again with certainty, "When did you start liking me?"

He said in a stern voice, "Answer truthfully, no lying."

As if some secret thoughts had been exposed, Jiang Xiyu nervously and uneasily stole several glances at Lu Xingye.

He opened his lips, but hesitated several times before speaking.

Finally, unable to withstand Lu Xingye's questioning gaze any longer, he replied in a muffled voice, "I...I don't know."

"You don't know?" Lu Xingye asked as if he had heard a joke.

As if afraid he would continue to question her, Jiang Xiyu's face was full of panic, and she immediately admitted her mistake, saying, "I will never do this again, I will never..."

His face flushed slightly, and after thinking for a long time, his voice came out with difficulty, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "I will no longer have a crush on you, and I will never dare to steal a kiss from you again. I promise that from now on I will only do my own thing obediently and listen to you. Please forgive me and give me another chance, okay? Xingye-ge."

As Jiang Xiyu spoke, her eyes reddened and her hands trembled slightly.

Lu Xingye didn't expect him to say that. He looked at Jiang Xiyu with a strange expression for a long time before looking away.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile, his tone ambiguous: "I'll give you a chance. I want to eat wontons. If you can buy them before I wake up tomorrow, I'll reluctantly give you a chance."