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

I want to kiss you...

At that moment, Lu Xingye had only this one thought in his mind.

His heartbeat was alarmingly loud. Just as he was getting closer to Jiang Xiyu without realizing it, their lips were almost touching, when suddenly someone knocked on the car window from the outside, accompanied by the sound of the car lock being opened.

"Master, we're here."

The sound abruptly shattered the warmth and confusion in the carriage, and also jolted Lu Xingye awake. His whole body stiffened as he realized that he was nose to nose with Jiang Xiyu. His restrained gaze trembled, and the next second, he closed his eyes and collapsed directly onto Jiang Xiyu, caught off guard by his sudden intoxication.

When the driver thoughtfully opened the door, what he saw was an ambiguous scene of Lu Xingye burying his face in Jiang Xiyu's neck.

He paused, then widened his eyes, bent down, and peered into the car.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little embarrassed. After a while, she sighed and said to the driver, "Uncle driver, could you please help me out?"

And so, the two of them helped Lu Xingye back, one on each side.

After helping Lu Xingye back to the bedroom, she saw him with his head turned to the side, his silver hair disheveled, and his slightly reddened ear tips showing, looking as if he wanted to bury himself in the pillow.

Jiang Xiyu stared at it quietly for a few seconds before a slight upward curve appeared on her lips.

He took two steps forward, bent down to take off Lu Xingye's shoes, carefully covered him with the quilt, and then went downstairs.

Jiang Xiyu was preparing to make him some hangover soup when she happened to run into the butler who had come to check on the situation as she was going downstairs. After learning that Jiang Xiyu was going to prepare hangover soup for Lu Xingye, the butler thought for a moment and told Jiang Xiyu that he would prepare it. Jiang Xiyu thought about it and then nodded in agreement.

So he went back upstairs to his bedroom, changed his clothes, and prepared to go see Lu Xingye.

As he emerged from the dressing room, his peripheral vision caught sight of something shimmering with silver light by the bedside, and he paused, unable to resist thinking about his conversation with Lu Xingye in the car earlier.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment, then went back to the bedside and picked up the things.

And the other side.

After Lu Xingye and the others left, he opened his eyes with some annoyance.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, the more he thought about it, the more it itched in his heart. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled the quilt over his head and rolled around restlessly in the quilt a couple of times.

He was indeed terrified by the driver's voice and actions while in the car. His mind went blank, but his actions were faster than his thoughts. He pounced on Jiang Xiyu and pretended to faint.

The young master had never been so timid, nor had he ever been so embarrassed.

He felt both ashamed and indignant, yet also somewhat tempted.

He didn't know what was wrong with him; he just felt that, in that situation, if there hadn't been a driver, he definitely would have kissed him...

She would kiss him, kiss a man.

Oh my god! This is insane.

He actually, actually wanted to kiss Jiang Xiyu.

How could he have such a thought...?

He must be insane to have such an absurd idea.

Lu Xingye's mind was torn apart by various reasons, but in the end he attributed it all to the fact that he must have drunk too much alcohol, which was why he was out of his mind and so close to Jiang Xiyu.

Yes, yes, that's it.

But why does he still remember...?

Does he still remember how he felt just now?

The burning breaths of our noses touching, the trembling eyelashes, and, and a very sweet scent.

Lu Xingye suddenly gripped the bed sheet tightly with all ten fingers, feeling hot and having some difficulty breathing.

He vaguely thought that perhaps, perhaps he didn't even want to kiss Jiang Xiyu; he just thought that Jiang Xiyu smelled nice.

That's not right either, that's not right either.

It smells bad.

How could he find Jiang Xiyu's scent pleasant?

What can we do? If it's not because it smells good, then what could it be?

……

The young master, who had never even experienced romantic love, desperately wanted to find a thousand reasons to cover up his earlier lapse in composure.

But the more he thought about it, the faster his heart beat, as if a string was binding his heart, tightening every second, forcing his heart to beat, a little painful, a little itchy, and even his brain couldn't help but feel the tingling sensation there.

Lu Xingye covered himself with the blanket, tossing and turning, trying to drive away the strange feeling in his heart. But perhaps because he had been under the blanket for too long, his brain was a little oxygen-deprived, and he felt sleepy like never before.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, the bedroom door was pushed open, accompanied by deliberately soft footsteps.

Lu Xingye suddenly opened his eyes and held his breath, wondering if the person who came was Jiang Xiyu.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached out and pulled the blanket down a little, he met the butler's smiling, kind face as he held a bowl of hangover soup.

"Master, are you awake?"

"..."

Lu Xingye's face turned very bad, as if he had "How could it be you?" written all over his face.

The butler was startled by his flushed face, thinking he had caught a cold and had a fever again. He hurriedly put down the hangover soup in his hand and stepped forward to feel Lu Xingye's forehead.

Lu Xingye slapped the butler's hand away in great displeasure, his voice low and hoarse: "What are you doing?"

"Young Master, why is your face so red? Have you caught a cold again?" the butler asked with concern. "I just saw you hiding under the covers. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I go and call a doctor for you?"

These words only angered Lu Xingye, who was lost in thought.

He sat up abruptly and retorted to the butler, "What blushing? Where am I blushing? How could I possibly blush over something like this? Butler, are you blind?!"

housekeeper:"……"

Why did he feel that the blushing he was talking about was not the same as the blushing the young master was talking about?

The butler remained silent for a long time. Seeing that Lu Xingye was gradually losing his temper, he quickly chose to go along with his young master's temper and softened his tone: "Okay, okay, young master, you're not embarrassed. It's just that my old eyes are failing me."

"I've had someone prepare a hangover soup for you. Would you like to drink some before you go to sleep? So you won't have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."

The butler brought him a bowl of hangover soup.

Lu Xingye frowned upon hearing this and asked, "You ordered someone to prepare this?"

The butler nodded: "Yes."

Lu Xingye coldly refused: "I'm not drunk, I won't drink!"

Butler: "...Why?"

"Where is Jiang Xiyu? Why didn't he prepare any hangover soup for me? I'm drunk, doesn't he care at all?"

The butler was completely speechless.

Are you drunk again?

You just said you weren't drunk, but now you are.

The butler finally understood Lu Xingye's awkward mood. Seeing his expression of 'Jiang Xiyu is unforgivable,' he changed his tune after a while: "This hangover soup was specially instructed by Xiyu to be prepared by me when she came downstairs."

Lu Xingye then looked up at him with eyes reddened by alcohol, and murmured, "Really?"

"real."

Just as Lu Xingye was about to take a sip, he paused just before his hand touched the porcelain bowl, and asked in a huff, "Why doesn't he feed me?"

"He's really gone too far!"

housekeeper:"……"

Is she nineteen? Are you sure it's not nine?

He remembered that the young master used to be very quiet when he was drunk.

Today, after drinking, I've become a bit childish, throwing a tantrum for no apparent reason. The worst part is that during the day, I avoided Jiang Xiyu like the plague, ignoring the shrimp he peeled and the soup he brought me, but now I'm complaining that he didn't come to feed me.

The housekeeper shook his head, intending to put down the bowl and call Jiang Xiyu.

The next second, speak of the devil and he appears.

Jiang Xiyu appeared at the bedroom door, her voice tinged with a soft laugh: "I'll feed him, I'll feed him."

Lu Xingye looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils trembled violently again.