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

Jiang Xiyu is really a blockhead; that's the only assessment Lu Xingye could give him after interacting with him for the past few days.

Fortunately, although the person was a bit slow-witted, at least he knew how to please him, so it wasn't a waste of the opportunity he was given. Young Master Lu was somewhat satisfied.

Unbeknownst to him, his attitude toward Jiang Xiyu began to subtly change.

Although she still throws tantrums, is still difficult to please and coax, her inexplicable temper seems to disappear as long as Jiang Xiyu is there to soothe her.

It seems that ever since Lu Xingye said he would give Jiang Xiyu a chance that night, he has started to make Jiang Xiyu revolve around his world.

Therefore, the number of small things that Jiang Xiyu had to do for him also increased significantly.

For example, when calling Lu Xingye downstairs for breakfast in the morning, it was no longer a simple knock on the door to remind him. Lu Xingye also wanted Jiang Xiyu to come in, help him choose clothes, wait for him to wash up, and get everything ready before the young master was willing to go downstairs with him.

At the dinner table, things changed from Jiang Xiyu picking out the dishes to Jiang Xiyu almost feeding him soup.

When the two of them are at home together, Lu Xingye will make sure Jiang Xiyu is always in his sight, busy in various ways. He will get angry if he can't see Jiang Xiyu, he will get angry if he waits too long, and he will still get angry if Jiang Xiyu doesn't coax him after finishing his work...

Jiang Xiyu displayed all sorts of childish tantrums.

She was just like the Princess and the Pea in the fairy tale, needing her knight to be by her side 24 hours a day, inseparable from her.

Under Lu Xingye's transformation, Jiang Xiyu also became a busy little spinning top centered around Lu Xingye, taking care of all the things for Lu Xingye all by herself.

A few days later, the housekeeper was the first to notice the subtle change in the relationship between the two.

He thought that Jiang Xiyu had upset Lu Xingye again, so he was being harassed by him in various ways.

But after the butler's careful observation, he felt that it wasn't really a case of making things difficult, because most of the time, it was Lu Xingye who expressed his dissatisfaction and criticism towards Jiang Xiyu verbally, saying things like "Jiang Xiyu is always so slow," "Why didn't you tell him where you were just now," and "Why don't you reply to messages instantly? You dare to be a minute late," and so on...

Such trivial matters, when they came to Lu Xingye, seemed to become enormous, unforgivable things.

The atmosphere between the two was very strange and subtle.

It's as if there's a thin layer of paper placed before the real reason for Lu Xingye's temper tantrum. It's as if once it's pierced, it will be easy to know why the young master cares about something he would have scoffed at in the past.

Under Lu Xingye's scrutiny, Jiang Xiyu became more and more skilled and tried to figure out what would make him unhappy and what would make him happy.

Within a week, even all the servants in the Lu family knew that the eldest young master of the Lu family was becoming more and more like a princess, and was gradually turning into a noble princess who even needed to be fed.

Why not a prince?

Because the prince is there to take care of the princess, while the princess only needs to enjoy the rights that love gives him.

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On Monday afternoon, the two returned to school for classes.

Because the class lasted a long time, Lu Xingye's hands inevitably became quite cold.

He was losing patience and didn't want to listen anymore, but the person sitting next to him didn't notice his impatience or unusual behavior at all. Throughout the class, their gaze remained fixed on the blackboard filled with professional knowledge points, and when they occasionally glanced down, it was always at their notebook, showing no concern for him whatsoever.

The sound of typing continued in his ears, and the dim light from the computer screen reflected on Lu Xingye's face, making his eyebrows and eyes appear inexplicably sharp and cold. He stared at Jiang Xiyu's profile, and his dark eyes gradually revealed his displeasure at Jiang Xiyu ignoring him.

Jiang Xiyu was concentrating on taking notes in his notebook when, unexpectedly, a cold, white hand covered the back of his hand. The moment their skin touched, a chill ran through him.

Jiang Xiyu's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped. Startled by Lu Xingye's action, he immediately looked around warily. Fortunately, they were sitting in the highest seats at the back of the classroom, so few people paid them any attention.

After a dozen seconds, Jiang Xiyu breathed a slight sigh of relief, confirming that no one was watching them.

He turned his head and asked Lu Xingye in a low voice, "What's wrong, Brother Xingye?"

Lu Xingye was wearing a mask, so his expression was not fully visible, but his beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Jiang Xiyu.

When Jiang Xiyu asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything, but just placed his cold hand on the back of Jiang Xiyu's hand and didn't move.

Jiang Xiyu was puzzled, but after a long while, she followed his impatient gaze and finally understood his intention.

So Jiang Xiyu asked him softly again, "Are your hands cold?"

Lu Xingye remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu knew that he had tacitly agreed, so she could only try to reason with him, saying, "How about I go back to the car to get you a hand warmer during the break between classes?"

Jiang Xiyu had reminded Lu Xingye to bring it before they came to the classroom.

However, Lu Xingye disliked the hot water bottle because it was pink, and also criticized Jiang Xiyu's taste.

There's nothing we can do about it; the young master didn't accept that pink hot water bottle back then, so it's no wonder his hands are cold now.

Jiang Xiyu actually wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that if he laughed, Lu Xingye would get angry and pull his face.

Since they were still in the classroom, he thought he should be careful.

So, after saying those two comforting words, Jiang Xiyu decided to go back to class.

He felt that the professor's explanations were a bit difficult to understand, so he had to listen carefully, otherwise failing the final exam would be a huge problem.

But Lu Xingye clearly didn't want to let him go. Seeing Jiang Xiyu's fascinated expression as he looked at the blackboard, Lu Xingye tightened his fingers on the back of Jiang Xiyu's hand and pinched him.

Jiang Xiyu frowned and looked at him again.

What exactly do you want me to do? Princess, you don't mean you want me to skip class to get you a hot water bottle, do you?

Lu Xingye understood Jiang Xiyu's meaning, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and was somewhat annoyed.

How come this stupid class is more important than his cold hands?

The young master was dissatisfied. He hooked his five fingers around Jiang Xiyu's hand and then slowly lifted his sleeve, his fingers slipping into the sleeve like an eel.

His cold hands were immediately warmed, and the warmth flowed through Jiang Xiyu's skin and into his palms.

Lu Xingye raised an eyebrow comfortably, his fingertips seemingly stroking Jiang Xiyu's forearm. The skin beneath his fingers was as delicate and smooth as jade, and very warm. Lu Xingye let out a heavy breath.

He suddenly felt that the mask was stuffy and his breath was hot.