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

Jiang Xiyu was scolded by Lu Xingye all the way from school to the car. In the end, even the driver couldn't stand the two of them dawdling and took the initiative to drive the car closer to them.

The car's heater was on full blast, and Jiang Xiyu felt herself warm up as she sat inside.

He tore off a few tissues, first handing them to Lu Xingye, and then wiping the melted water droplets off his clothes.

After wiping his face, Lu Xingye turned his head to look at him, then suddenly chuckled inexplicably. He then said slowly and deliberately, "From now on, stay away from Lu Zhibai. Don't talk to him, and don't let him get close to me, understand?"

Jiang Xiyu wasn't very familiar with Lu Zhibai to begin with, and only nodded to indicate that she understood under Lu Xingye's slightly warning gaze.

"What, you look so unwilling?" Lu Xingye curled his lips coldly, clearly dissatisfied with his slow reaction: "Oh, right, I saw you two eating together at the restaurant last time, chatting and laughing."

As he spoke, he recalled what happened at the restaurant last time. He hadn't pursued the matter at the time, but now that he brought it up, it seemed as if he was about to dredge up old grievances.

Jiang Xiyu was a little confused by the sudden jump to the restaurant topic. After realizing what was happening, she quickly explained as Lu Xingye's expression grew increasingly grim: "No, no, I wasn't unwilling."

"Then why don't you speak? Doesn't nodding mean you're unwilling?"

"..."

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath.

He felt that Lu Xingye was acting like an unreasonable child.

To be honest, that was really childish. It was like two kids having a tantrum, not letting him play with this person or talk to anyone else.

Lu Xingye, who did not receive a timely rebuttal from Jiang Xiyu, ended up getting angry himself as he talked.

He couldn't help but reach up and take off the earmuffs that Jiang Xiyu had given him, then threw them back at Jiang Xiyu.

"What, I guessed right! Jiang Xiyu, you're really stupid enough to die."

"Don't you know how Lu Zhibai feels about me? Don't you hate him? How dare you get so close to him!"

Today, Lu Xingye finally realized that Lu Zhibai seemed to want to get close to him through Jiang Xiyu.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xiyu, that fool, didn't understand anything and stupidly agreed to let Lu Zhibai walk with him and even gave him an umbrella. Even though it was a broken umbrella, Lu Xingye wouldn't have been willing to give it to him.

Lu Xingye thought to himself, "Jiang Xiyu has absolutely no sense of crisis, yet he dares to say he secretly loves me? He's just delusional. Sooner or later, he'll be sold out, and he'll still be happily counting the money for the other person."

"I asked you a question, why aren't you answering!"

Jiang Xiyu opened her mouth, speechless at Lu Xingye's barrage of questions. Seeing that he was really getting angry, she chose to go along with him and reply, "I know, I hate him, and I will never get so close to him again."

Lu Xingye was finally satisfied. He smoothed his slightly damp silver hair, leaned back in his chair with a languid posture, and closed his eyes to take a deep breath.

Jiang Xiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting the opportunity from Lu Xingye, Jiang Xiyu gradually figured out his temperament.

Simply put, you have to go along with him.

Lu Xingye would be happy as long as you went along with him.

If you don't go along with him, he'll become a million times more difficult than a kindergarten child.

After returning to the Lu family.

The young master finally showed mercy and didn't want Jiang Xiyu to serve him anymore.

Even after Jiang Xiyu finished dinner and returned to his room, Lu Xingye surprisingly didn't cause him any trouble.

In the rare quiet, the fatigue that had accumulated over the past few days suddenly surged up.

After turning on the room's heating, Jiang Xiyu took off her coat, intending to take a shower and then go back to bed to rest.

Meanwhile, Lu Xingye sent Jiang Xiyu several messages inviting him to play games, but received no reply. Finally, he lost patience and went to Jiang Xiyu's room with his phone.

After knocking on the door several times without any response, the young master politely declined and then barged in like a robber.

The room was filled with a warm atmosphere, carrying a faint fragrance that was completely different from his bedroom. Lu Xingye smelled it, raised an eyebrow, and then looked around as if he were in his own bedroom.

Unlike the cool tones of his room, Jiang Xiyu's room was predominantly warm-toned. There weren't many items, but they were all arranged very neatly and meticulously, just like their owner.

Lu Xingye did not see Jiang Xiyu, but he could hear the sound of flowing water.

His gaze followed the direction of the sound. The bathroom light was on, and wisps of mist were seeping through the crack in the door.

Jiang Xiyu is taking a shower.

Lu Xingye lowered his gaze, casually found a place to sit down, and planned to wait for the people inside to come out.

But even after he played on his phone for a while, the sound of water in the bathroom didn't stop. He didn't know how long Jiang Xiyu had been in there. Lu Xingye's expression turned serious. Realizing something was wrong, he quickly got up and went to the bathroom.

"Jiang Xiyu, are you inside?"

"Damn, are you taking this long to take a shower?"

"Speak! If you don't, I'm coming in!"

Lu Xingye knocked on the bathroom door and asked several times, but no one responded. Fearing something might happen to someone, he simply kicked the bathroom door open.

In an instant, the heat inside rushed out, blurring Lu Xingye's vision for a moment. After a few seconds, he could vaguely see clearly.

The bathtub was overflowing with water, and Jiang Xiyu was lying on the edge of the tub, her face resting on her arm, as if asleep. Her exposed shoulder, arm, and face, facing Lu Xingye, were flushed red from the steam.

Lu Xingye cursed under his breath, grabbed a towel from the side, and went over to pull Jiang Xiyu out of the water. He wrapped Jiang Xiyu in the towel before carrying him back to the bedroom. Without caring whether Jiang Xiyu was wet or not, Lu Xingye shoved him into the blankets and wrapped him up tightly.

Jiang Xiyu's jet-black hair was still damp, softly clinging to her forehead. Water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, some even trickling down her cheeks, making her appear incredibly fragile. Her face was inexplicably flushed with a vibrant color. Then, as time passed, her skin turned porcelain white. All these strange, unexpectedly beautiful aspects were buried deep within the pillow and blankets…

Lu Xingye's pupils contracted slightly as he stood by the bed staring at Jiang Xiyu. After a long while, he suddenly realized his distraction and quickly turned his face away.

Lu Xingye didn't know if it was because the steam in the bathroom was too hot or the room temperature was set too high, but he felt hot all over.

He turned around and opened the glass door to the balcony. A gust of cold air rushed in, dispelling some of the stuffiness and bringing him back to his senses.

He made a phone call and asked the housekeeper to bring the family doctor over.

Half an hour later, when Jiang Xiyu woke up, she found herself already in bed.