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

The oversized white knit sweater accentuated his slender figure, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs, and he wore a pair of adorable squinty bear slippers.

Her black hair was smooth and silky, her face clean and tidy, and silver-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, gleaming with a subtle, cool light. Her eyes, clear and bright, seemed veiled by a hazy mist, gentle and incredibly refined.

He had a smile on his lips, and when he walked in, Lu Xingye seemed a little dazed.

The person in front of me seems to be the same person I dreamed about last night.

The man in my dream was just like that too, approaching with a gentle smile while wearing glasses, and then on his bed, we exchanged intimate kisses.

Lu Xingye suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

While he was still in a daze, the butler had already left, and Jiang Xiyu carried the bowl of hangover soup to the bedside, preparing to reach out and feed him.

Lu Xingye's face, which had been slightly pale, turned red again visibly. He seemed to be afraid that Jiang Xiyu would suddenly kiss him, and he remained stiff and unsure of what to do.

Jiang Xiyu held the spoon to his lips, but he didn't move. Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but withdraw her hand, intending to ask him what was wrong, when suddenly the weight on her hand increased.

Lu Xingye took a sip with the spoon, then stared intently into Jiang Xiyu's eyes through the cold lenses of his glasses, not blinking.

Jiang Xiyu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he had drunk it, she patiently fed him spoonful by spoonful.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Lu Xingye's gaze never left his face.

He remained motionless, seemingly drunk, yet also seemingly sober.

Otherwise, why would he stare at Jiang Xiyu like that, and be so quiet and obedient, letting Jiang Xiyu feed him and finish the bowl of hangover soup?

He seemed exceptionally patient and also particularly fond of Jiang Xiyu wearing glasses.

After Jiang Xiyu finished feeding him and put the bowl down, as she was about to get up to get him a tissue from the sofa and coffee table, Lu Xingye finally asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Xiyu saw him clutching his clothes and explained, "I'm getting you some tissues."

Lu Xingye then let go of Jiang Xiyu's hand, his gaze seemingly following Jiang Xiyu without his noticing. After Jiang Xiyu finished taking the tissue and turned around, Lu Xingye arrogantly turned his face away, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

When Jiang Xiyu was about to wipe his lips, Lu Xingye lowered his eyes, took the lipstick himself, wiped it haphazardly, and then asked clearly, "How did you know I was there?"

"Didn't you send me your location, Xingye-ge? I thought you wanted me to pick you up."

"Who wants you to pick me up?" Lu Xingye retorted instinctively, but his voice grew softer and softer.

As if remembering something, he asked again, "When did I send you my location?"

He was clearly looking at a message at that time.

As a result, this person didn't send him a single message, nor did they care whether he was going home so late.

Lu Xingye was a little angry, so he deliberately avoided looking at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu opened her phone and showed him the chat interface.

Lu Xingye glanced at it twice, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if he couldn't believe he would do such a thing.

Could it be that he was drunk and sent it to Jiang Xiyu?

Why doesn't he remember?

Seeing his incredulous expression, Jiang Xiyu remained silent.

The bedroom fell silent, and the atmosphere had never felt so strange.

Jiang Xiyu vaguely sensed Lu Xingye's awkwardness and, fearing he was uncomfortable because of what had just happened, decided to get up and leave.

Before he could even speak, Lu Xingye spoke up with a frustrated expression, his voice low: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He was still hesitant about how to bring up what had happened in the car, and wondered why he should say it.

But before the young master could figure it out himself, he blurted out the question.

"Say, say what?" Jiang Xiyu asked, puzzled. Her eyelashes under her glasses twitched slowly.

He looked completely innocent, as if he genuinely didn't remember the intimate moment in the car.

Lu Xingye was furious, and he didn't even know why he was so angry.

His face darkened, and he questioned Jiang Xiyu, "Have you been drinking?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head: "No drinks."

Lu Xingye gritted his teeth and asked again, "Then have you lost your mind?"

Although Jiang Xiyu didn't understand, she still answered him seriously: "I don't think so."

"So, you have nothing to say about what just happened?"

Nothing to say to me?!

Lu Xingye realized what he was about to ask and immediately stopped himself from speaking.

The young master felt that it would be very strange of him to ask such a question.

He thought Jiang Xiyu should ask.

After waiting for a long time without him asking, Lu Xingye got tired of waiting and had no choice but to mercifully remind Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyelids and understood the purpose of Lu Xingye's long, rambling question.

He wanted to ask himself about what had just happened in the car.

Jiang Xiyu chuckled inwardly, but she was determined not to let Lu Xingye have his way.

He looked up and met Lu Xingye's gaze, offering his usual clumsy apology, completely changing the subject Lu Xingye wanted to ask.

"I was late just now, I'm sorry."

"..."

Lu Xingye laughed angrily and glared fiercely at Jiang Xiyu.

If he hadn't been restraining himself, clenching his fists tightly, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist grabbing Jiang Xiyu's head and breaking it open to see what was inside.

I still have a crush on you.

Lu Xingye cursed inwardly, remained silent for a while, and finally let out a series of cold laughs in anger.

Go ahead and have a crush on me. Go ahead and have a crush on me for the rest of your life.

A piece of elm wood with a brain full of soy milk!

The young master didn't hear the question he wanted Jiang Xiyu to ask, and he felt a lump in his throat. His face turned pale, and he angrily shouted, "Get out, get out, get out!"

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and head, looking somewhat sad.

After putting on glasses, his appearance seemed to be deliberately chilled, and his originally soft features became dim, distant and silent.

Lu Xingye felt his heart inexplicably clench. He was even more furious, unsure whether he was furious with Jiang Xiyu or with himself.

After a long time, the young master's patience finally ran out.

He angrily knelt up, facing Jiang Xiyu, gripped his shoulders tightly with both hands, and shook him violently, cursing him in an irritated tone: "You're so stupid, so stupid! If you can't remember what you want to say today, you're not getting any sleep!"

"It's only been a short time, and you've already forgotten? Jiang Xiyu, you're really going to drive me crazy!"

"Speak! Speak now!!!"

Jiang Xiyu was so dizzy from being shaken that her glasses almost fell off.

His teasing mood faded, and he spoke somewhat weakly, "I...I'll talk."

Lu Xingye stopped what he was doing, his eyes reddening as if he was still drunk.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu's mouth, as if to see what ivory he could spit out.

His expression was a bit cold and deliberately fierce, and his stubborn look made it seem as if he would not give up and would continue to shake Jiang Xiyu until he was satisfied with his answer.

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath and asked softly, "If I tell you, will you be angry, Brother Xingye?"

Lu Xingye snorted coldly: "I'll consider it after you tell me."

“Then you’ll definitely be angry.” Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and refused, saying, “Then I won’t say anything.”

Lu Xingye: "..."

Jiang Xiyu's expression was resolute, as if he would never say a word if she didn't agree.

Lu Xingye was furious: "You can say whatever you want, I won't be angry, but if you're wrong, I definitely will be angry. Jiang Xiyu, if you're wrong, you're dead!"

“Okay, promise me you won’t be angry.” Jiang Xiyu replied. After a while, she looked up at Lu Xingye and smiled, her voice filled with unease, a hint of nervousness and embarrassment in her tone: “I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you in the car just now. I’m sorry, Xingye-ge.”