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

The next day, Lu Xingye unusually got out of bed when Jiang Xiyu came to call him.

The two went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. After finishing, Lu Xingye stared at Jiang Xiyu's face for a long time.

Jiang Xiyu touched her face, looking puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Lu Xingye raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Xiyu's eye color, saying with disdain, "Your contact lenses are awful."

Jiang Xiyu blinked in surprise.

He remembered that his contact lenses were a color close to his pupils, so that you couldn't tell he was wearing them unless you looked closely.

How come when it came to Lu Xingye, things turned out to be ugly out of nowhere?

Sure enough, the young master revealed his purpose the next second.

Lu Xingye said to Jiang Xiyu in an unquestionable tone: "Go take them off and put on your glasses."

So Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to go back to her bedroom, take out her contact lenses, and go downstairs wearing her silver-rimmed glasses.

Lu Xingye sat on the sofa, his gaze seemingly fixed on the elevator entrance. Only when Jiang Xiyu came out did he slightly look away with satisfaction.

He said he had a headache.

Jiang Xiyu assumed that it was because he had been drinking the night before and happened to run into the butler who was passing by the living room, so she asked the butler to call and arrange for a masseuse to come over.

Lu Xingye naturally heard this as well, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant. He coldly said to Jiang Xiyu, "I want to press it now."

The butler, seeing the tone of his young master, guessed most of what was going on and immediately lied without changing his expression, saying, "The masseur has something to do at home today, so I gave him the day off. Why don't you give the young master a massage, Xi Yu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xingye became dissatisfied again, for some unknown reason, because something the butler said had offended him.

He looked at the butler and questioned, "What did you call him? Xi Yu? Doesn't he have a full name? Why are you calling him that?"

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

The butler looked horrified: "..."

No, he's been calling you that for five or six years, and I've never seen you react to it, young master.

Did something go wrong with the hangover soup I ate last night?

The butler looked at Jiang Xiyu with some suspicion, and Jiang Xiyu looked back at him.

The two looked at each other, both finding Lu Xingye's behavior inexplicable.

But they didn't show it, so the butler had no choice but to go along with Lu Xingye's wishes and tentatively said, "Then, shall we ask Jiang Xiyu to give you a massage?"

The housekeeper emphasized the name 'Jiang Xiyu'.

Lu Xingye's expression improved slightly after that.

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to walk behind the sofa where he was sitting and reach out to massage his temples.

Lu Xingye complained that Jiang Xiyu's grip was too weak, so he asked Jiang Xiyu to press harder.

Jiang Xiyu applied a little force, and he groaned that it was too heavy.

After the last ten minutes of massage, Jiang Xiyu felt her hands were sore and weak, as if they were about to be ruined.

But Lu Xingye wouldn't let him off the hook. After watching the romantic drama on TV for a while, he started asking Jiang Xiyu to build him a small snowman at the door.

Jiang Xiyu followed his gaze and saw a hint of resentment in her eyes as she stared at the TV series.

He watched a TV series where the male lead built a snowman downstairs to win the female lead's heart. The female lead was very happy when she saw it and rewarded the male lead with a kiss.

The image freezes on the moment the two kiss.

Lu Xingye tossed aside the remote control, glanced at Jiang Xiyu's face, and said calmly, "Go and build one. I want a snowman bigger than the ones on TV."

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to ask the housekeeper for gloves.

When the butler heard that Lu Xingye wanted Jiang Xiyu to build him a snowman, he was somewhat incredulous.

He thought Lu Xingye was going to use this to make things difficult for Jiang Xiyu, but Jiang Xiyu said no.

Jiang Xiyu thought that Lu Xingye was probably just being misled by the TV series and wanted a snowman.

The butler sighed and said that when Lu Xingye was a child, he also liked snowmen very much, but after he saw his parents arguing and then divorced that winter, he stopped liking snowmen and also came to hate winter.

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat surprised.

The butler didn't know what Lu Xingye meant either.

When he looked over, he found that Lu Xingye had wrapped himself up tightly and was standing in the living room, seemingly waiting for Jiang Xiyu to come over.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyu didn't say much. After taking the gloves from the butler, she walked towards Lu Xingye.

When they went to build a snowman, Jiang Xiyu pushed an ever-growing snowball.

Lu Xingye stood on the steps, half his face buried in his scarf, and sunglasses inappropriately perched on his nose, his gaze seemingly fixed on nowhere.

Only after Jiang Xiyu had rolled the snowball big enough did he speak up, giving a satisfied comment that the snowman's body was up to standard, and then instructing Jiang Xiyu to roll the snowman's head.

Jiang Xiyu's breath, trapped by his scarf, turned into mist. The mist then obscured his glasses, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

So he had no choice but to follow his instincts and roll the snowman's head all the way.

Finally, just as Jiang Xiyu was enthusiastically rolling the snowman, a pair of hands suddenly blocked his way, and then Lu Xingye's exasperated voice came from above.

"I asked you to build a snowman, and you're not happy about it." He paused for a few seconds, his tone becoming even more wicked: "Are you blind? Do you want to smash your head against a tree and die?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu raised his hand to push up his fogged-up glasses and saw that there was indeed a tree half a meter in front of him.

Jiang Xiyu narrowed her eyes and looked down at the snowball she had rolled.

It seems like no matter what he does, he can't bump into a tree because of this snowball blocking him.

However, it's clear that the young master didn't realize this.

He thought Jiang Xiyu didn't want to do it for him, so he got angry and said that Jiang Xiyu couldn't even do such a small thing well, and if he didn't want to do it, then he shouldn't.

Lu Xingye turned to leave, but Jiang Xiyu grabbed his trench coat at just the right moment.

He couldn't just say it outright, because that would only make the young master feel more ashamed and resentful for losing face.

So Jiang Xiyu had to explain that her glasses had fogged up and she couldn't see clearly.

Lu Xingye then turned to look at him.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment and then extended an invitation to him: "Brother Xingye, can we build something together? Is that okay?"

Lu Xingye then noticed Jiang Xiyu's fogged-up glasses.

He glanced at it, then stretched out his slender hand, his fingertips brushing against the frame of Jiang Xiyu's glasses. He snorted, which was a reluctant agreement.

The two of them started rolling a snowball together in front of the villa.

Later on, Jiang Xiyu simply chose to do only the easy tasks.

For example, he looked for pebbles to use as the snowman's eyes, went to the kitchen to get a carrot for the nose, and finally ran back to the villa to get two brooms.

Lu Xingye unknowingly took on a lot of the work of building the snowman. He was so busy that a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was very dissatisfied when he saw the two brooms that Jiang Xiyu took out and said that he should find two tree branches.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the sweat on his face, took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped it for him.

Lu Xingye then reluctantly accepted the two enormous brooms that were completely out of his aesthetic sensibilities.

An hour later, the snowman finally finished piling up the snowman under Lu Xingye's extremely strict scrutiny.

Jiang Xiyu took out her phone and took many photos. Ten minutes later, Lu Xingye finally couldn't take it anymore and stretched out his cold hand, placing it on the back of Jiang Xiyu's neck as punishment.

Jiang Xiyu shivered from the cold.

Lu Xingye tilted his head slightly, staring at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes clearly conveying two words: "I'm cold."

After the initial excitement wore off, Jiang Xiyu noticed what was happening and quickly pulled him into the villa.

The heating was on, but only one hot water bottle was heated up.

Jiang Xiyu placed the hot water bottle in Lu Xingye's arms, wanting him to warm his hands first, but Lu Xingye kicked the hot water bottle to his feet, saying that his feet were cold.

But clearly his hands looked like they were badly frozen, with the skin below his wrists turning red.

Jiang Xiyu's palms were still warm from touching the hot water bottle.

He slowly reached out and placed his hand on the back of Lu Xingye's hand to test it; it was indeed very cold.

Okay, actually, he was just slacking off after he rolled the ball once at the very beginning.

On the contrary, Lu Xingye kept touching the snow, no wonder his hands were frozen like carrots.

Jiang Xiyu stood in front of him and touched the cold spots on his hands, seemingly unaware that this action was inappropriate.

When Jiang Xiyu touched his hand, Lu Xingye had a conditioned reflex to pull it back.

But the warmth covering the back of my hand felt like ants biting me, making my skin itch slightly.

Lu Xingye thought bitterly to himself, "Jiang Xiyu actually dared to take this opportunity to openly touch my hand. It's really too much."

However, this time, he'll let it go and not hold it against him.

He believed that he hadn't pulled his hand away because Jiang Xiyu had built a snowman for him.

So the young master opened his hand.

Jiang Xiyu wasn't paying attention to that at all. He checked the temperature of Lu Xingye's hands, worried that he might get frostbite, and then decided to check if the second hot water bottle had healed.

Lu Xingye kept a blank face, looking as if he was unwilling to have his hand touched, but just as Jiang Xiyu tried to leave, he turned serious and coldly reminded her, "Your hands are cold."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at Lu Xingye's expression and figured he must be getting impatient, so she hurriedly ran to get the second hot water bottle.

When he got it back, Lu Xingye's expression became even more gloomy.