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

The three-delicacy wontons that Lu Xingye wanted to eat, the signboard for that place, was very far away, and it wasn't even in City A.

Jiang Xiyu remembered that the last time Lu Xingye ate wontons was last year, when he turned eighteen after finishing his college entrance exams. His birthday wish was to travel all over the country.

When he visited City B during his summer vacation, he mentioned that the wontons there were quite good.

Over the years, Jiang Xiyu had only ever seen him eat that one time.

Later, the original owner thought Lu Xingye liked to eat it, so she bought him wontons in City A. But the young master only liked that brand and didn't like any of the others.

Moreover, as far as I remember, that store was very popular and would sell out almost immediately. If you wanted to buy some, you had to go there early and queue up.

It takes three or four hours to drive there from City A, so Jiang Xiyu won't get any sleep tonight.

After hearing this request, even the housekeeper felt that Lu Xingye had gone too far.

Jiang Xiyu said it was alright. The butler offered to arrange a driver to take him, but Jiang Xiyu felt it was too late and refused. He simply asked the butler for the car keys and went by himself.

If we drive fast, we should be able to get back before Lu Xingye wakes up.

Because Lu Xingye usually gets up quite late.

But Jiang Xiyu forgot that the young master would not sleep well when he was sick, so Lu Xingye woke up unusually early that day.

It was still dark outside. Lu Xingye glanced at the wall clock casually; it was only four in the morning.

Winter days always seem to dawn late. Lying in bed, he thought that Jiang Xiyu couldn't possibly be so foolish as to actually go; perhaps he was just trying to fool him with some wontons.

At this moment, the butler carefully led the doctor into Lu Xingye's bedroom, intending to change his IV drip.

As soon as the bedroom light was turned on, the butler was surprised to see someone sitting half-upright on the edge of the bed. He went over and asked, "Young Master, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Lu Xingye uttered three words in a calm voice: "I'm awake."

The doctor changed his IV drip and then left.

The butler noticed that Lu Xingye's gaze kept drifting towards the window. He understood and casually said, "Young Master, sleep a little longer. When you wake up, you can have wontons."

Lu Xingye asked, "Did he really go?"

The housekeeper sighed and said, "Yes, he went alone."

As he spoke, he also looked towards the side where the curtains were not drawn, where dusk was falling.

"I told him to have the driver take him, but he was afraid of troubling others, so he drove himself."

Lu Xingye's face darkened, and he said, "How can we let him go alone?"

The butler shrugged: "I can't persuade him otherwise."

However, fearing something might happen, he still sent someone to follow him.

He didn't tell Lu Xingye any of this.

Lu Xingye was someone he had watched grow up since he was a child. He knew him well. Although he had a bad temper, he wasn't a bad person at heart; he was just too arrogant.

Since his wife divorced Mr. Lu, he has been taken to live with Mr. Lu from time to time, and has picked up some of the temperament of the young master of the wealthy family in the old Lu family mansion.

However, given his background, it's only natural that he should be treated with such refinement.

Lu's mother was very busy, and Lu's father was also very busy. He spent most of his time with himself and his child, Xi Yu.

Actually, the butler believed you when you said he really would be angry with Jiang Xiyu.

But if you say he would never forgive Jiang Xiyu, the butler certainly wouldn't believe it.

So the butler pretended not to know and tentatively asked, "Will the young master forgive Xi Yu after he buys it back?"

Lu Xingye didn't answer, but just scoffed and cursed, "You're so stupid!"

The housekeeper smiled, having received his answer, and came out of the bedroom.

It got light very late that day. By the time the snow outside was illuminated by the light, it was almost nine o'clock.

After finishing his IV drip, Lu Xingye went downstairs and sat on the sofa playing on his phone.

But after waiting for a long time, Jiang Xiyu still did not appear.

Lu Xingye was getting impatient. He cursed Jiang Xiyu's stupidity in his heart while waiting with a cold face.

He thought, couldn't Jiang Xiyu be a little smarter?

Anyway, all wontons taste the same, and he's been made to wait here for so long.

If we wait past breakfast time, he really won't eat, and he won't forgive him either.

The clock struck 9:30, and Lu Xingye finally couldn't wait any longer, so he got up, grabbed his car keys, and headed out.

But as soon as he reached the villa entrance and stood on the steps, he saw a figure running towards him through the snow.

The villa has lush greenery. The snow that had settled overnight piled up on the branches like cotton, and occasionally some, unable to bear the weight, would fall down, making a soft rustling sound.

Then, along with that sound, came the sound of the boy's footsteps in the snow.

From a short distance away, he seemed to see Lu Xingye standing at the door, holding a bowl of wontons in his arms, waving it at Lu Xingye, and then smiling at him.

Her lips were red and her teeth were white; her hair was as black as ink, clean and bright like a handful of freshly fallen snow.

For some reason, more snow suddenly started falling from the branches.

As Lu Xingye listened, his ears were filled with the rhythmic rustling sound of things falling.

He was somewhat stunned.

It wasn't until Jiang Xiyu walked up to him, stood at the bottom of the steps, and looked up at him that he understood.

Lu Xingye only then began to realize what was happening.

The color on his lips was very pale, and he opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Should he complain, "Jiang Xiyu, why did you buy it so late? I don't even want to eat it anymore," or should he scold him, "You're hopelessly stupid. You might as well just die stupid like this for the rest of your life?"

But Lu Xingye thought for a long time and didn't choose to say any of them. He felt his mind was blank, and all those words were diluted.

Jiang Xiyu went up the steps, walked to his side, and said, "Brother Xingye, I've bought it. Come in and eat."

Lu Xingye glanced at the package he was holding in his arms; the lid was still steaming.

He snorted and turned to walk inside, saying, "Jiang Xiyu, did you sneak some food? It's so late."

Jiang Xiyu, puzzled, followed beside him, shaking her head earnestly and saying, "I didn't steal any food, it was all fresh."

He drove to City B and queued for almost an hour before finally buying the wontons that Lu Xingye wanted to eat. He drove back afterwards and didn't have time to eat anything.

Lu Xingye stared at him for a while before finally saying with satisfaction, "Hmph, I knew you wouldn't dare."

Actually, these two sentences are completely irrelevant.

The key point is that the person who asked the question was also quite baffling.

But the butler standing next to him couldn't help but laugh after hearing it.

He felt the matter was resolved.

Jiang Xiyu originally planned to go to the kitchen to change the bowl for Lu Xingye, but he was already sitting at the dining table. He looked up and gestured for Jiang Xiyu to open the bowl directly.

Lifting the lid, the wontons were still warm, and topped with scallions and cilantro.

Lu Xingye really liked cilantro, so Jiang Xiyu added extra for him.

He touched the temperature and hesitated before saying, "How about I take it to the kitchen and heat it up for you?"

"Just say you want to starve to death."

Lu Xingye said something with a forced smile, then reached out and took it. He didn't care that the plastic packaging was cheap, and started eating one with his chopsticks.

Standing next to him, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but ask, "Is it delicious?"

Lu Xingye ate three wontons in a row, but when Jiang Xiyu asked him, his tone was full of disgust: "They're all soggy, they don't taste good."

Jiang Xiyu pursed his lips, feeling a slight sting on his face from the cold wind. Coupled with not having slept all night, he was a bit fatigued from driving. He thought for a moment and decided to tell Lu Xingye that he wanted to go and rest.

Just as he was about to speak, a large bowl of wontons was pushed towards him. There were just as many as the ones he had just bought, and they looked almost identical.

Jiang Xiyu looked at Lu Xingye with some confusion.

Lu Xingye said, "It doesn't taste good, I don't want to eat it."

He tapped the edge of the table next to him, his chin twitching slightly, signaling Jiang Xiyu to sit down and eat.

Jiang Xiyu did not move.

Lu Xingye grew impatient: "Sit down and finish your food! Do you want to waste money?"

But it's not your money that's being wasted.

Jiang Xiyu understood his meaning, so she sat down and ate with Lu Xingye's chopsticks for a while.

He suddenly stood up again.

The chair creaked loudly as it was being carried.

Jiang Xiyu, with a wonton in her mouth, looked up at him again.

His eyes, black and white, seemed to be shrouded in mist, glistening with moisture.

Lu Xingye pointed at him, his face turning red and white in turns. He hesitated for a long time before strangely uttering, "Can't you get your own chopsticks? Why are you using the chopsticks I used!"

Jiang Xiyu: "..."