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

Jiang Xiyu verbally agreed, but after finishing dinner and returning to her room, she was distracted by her homework.

Perhaps because he was disturbed by Lu Xingye in the classroom during the day, he missed some parts of the lesson. Coincidentally, the homework assigned by the professor was related to the missing part, so Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to sit at his desk and study the course materials.

He was so engrossed in watching that he completely forgot about the time.

The phone was left on the bed, emitting a muffled notification sound.

Meanwhile, after sending a message to Jiang Xiyu, Lu Xingye went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he was somewhat surprised not to see Jiang Xiyu in his room.

He frowned, thinking that Jiang Xiyu hadn't seen the message.

So he picked up his phone again and sent a message, asking him to come over to his place.

Lu Xingye waited and waited, but not only did he not receive a reply immediately, the message seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Three minutes passed, and Lu Xingye was getting somewhat annoyed.

He threw his phone onto the bed and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He thought to himself, staring at that phone as if he were looking forward to it so much.

In fact, he did have some expectations, looking forward to Jiang Xiyu's performance.

The person who was in the car, who looked anxious and flustered when he heard that he might go abroad, and who said he wanted to make a good impression, is now behaving like this.

Not only did he not reply to the message immediately, but he also made him wait for so long.

Lu Xingye's expectations were completely dashed.

He haphazardly dried his hair with a towel, pretending not to care, but the next second, he still picked up the phone he had thrown down.

He thought that, considering Jiang Xiyu had warmed his hands during class today, he would send him another reminder.

If he still doesn't see it, he gets angry.

As a result, the young master sent several notification messages, but there was no response from the other side.

This unusual behavior reminded Lu Xingye of the last time Jiang Xiyu fainted in the bathroom. He thought that something had happened to Jiang Xiyu again, and he couldn't sit still for a moment.

He simply stopped drying his hair and, grumbling, rushed towards Jiang Xiyu's floor.

After kicking open the door to Jiang Xiyu's bedroom, Lu Xingye found the man sitting at his desk, typing away on his computer, and immediately became furious.

Jiang Xiyu was clearly startled by the noise of him kicking the door. She quickly turned her head and saw Lu Xingye standing at the door with wet silver hair. She immediately stood up and walked towards him.

"Brother Xingye, what brings you here?"

Lu Xingye said angrily, "You still have the nerve to ask? I sent you so many messages, didn't you reply? I thought you had fainted in the bathroom again."

Lu Xingye did not say the last sentence.

As he watched Jiang Xiyu walk towards him, he couldn't contain his emotions and started throwing a tantrum.

"Not only do you not reply immediately, but you also have the mood to play with your crappy computer."

"If you don't reply to my messages next time, don't ever reply again."

Jiang Xiyu knew exactly how to appease Lu Xingye's temper after just one glance. First, she gave him the right attitude, then explained the reasons, and finally, she sweetly promised the young master a small reward.

Jiang Xiyu walked up to him, her tone very soft and sincere: "I'm sorry, Xingye-ge, I didn't mean to. I was doing my homework just now, so I didn't notice you sent me a message. I promise I won't do it again next time."

But this time, Lu Xingye was clearly not buying it.

He looked down at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes seemingly brewing some emotion. After a long while, he said with a mocking expression, "Homework is more important than me?"

Homework is more important than him, so important that I can ignore his messages.

Then why do you have a crush on me?

Go and secretly admire your homework.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, unable to react. How could homework be compared to him?

But it was this stunned expression that reminded Lu Xingye of how Jiang Xiyu hadn't given him a single glance during class that afternoon. It was only after he got cold hands and bothered Jiang Xiyu that she started to pay attention to him.

Lu Xingye's gaze darkened, and he scoffed in dissatisfaction: "You're still hesitating? Is there any need to hesitate? Jiang Xiyu, do you think you can rest easy now that I've given you a chance? How dare you treat me so perfunctorily!"

"As expected, once you get something, you don't cherish it. Jiang Xiyu, you're really something."

As Lu Xingye spoke, he became quite emotional, and when he stepped into Jiang Xiyu's bedroom, he deliberately bumped into his shoulder, as if to tell him that he was very unhappy.

Jiang Xiyu clutched her shoulder, which ached from the impact. Afraid that the commotion would be heard by the passing maids, she quickly closed the bedroom door and followed behind Lu Xingye, denying, "No, no, I really didn't."

“No?” Lu Xingye raised his voice and said, “Keep making excuses.”

"I didn't hear the phone notification. My phone..." Jiang Xiyu touched his pocket, which was empty. He stopped in his tracks and thought for a moment before remembering that he had put his phone on the bed.

Jiang Xiyu walked to the bedside, took out her phone from under the covers, and opened it. Sure enough, there were many unread messages from Lu Xingye.

But he didn't ignore it on purpose. He had just put his phone on silent when he went to class today, so he didn't notice Lu Xingye's message to him.

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to show Lu Xingye the proof, saying, "My phone was on silent. I didn't mean to ignore you, Brother Xingye."

“I remember telling you before I came back that you should come to my room to find me.” Lu Xingye didn’t even glance at the phone screen, but looked at Jiang Xiyu and said ambiguously, “It’s not that I didn’t reply to you on purpose, it’s just that you didn’t care at all, right?”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sneer: "You said you didn't want me to go abroad? Jiang Xiyu, with your performance, I could have gone abroad eight hundred times over."

Jiang Xiyu sighed inwardly and couldn't help but mutter to herself: "That's because your standards are too high."

He didn't want to keep harping on this topic with Lu Xingye, noticing that Lu Xingye's hair was dripping wet down to his neck.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at it, then ignored Lu Xingye's muttered complaints and turned to go into the bathroom.

Lu Xingye stared wide-eyed in disbelief when he saw that Lu Xingye was ignoring him.

A dozen seconds later, seeing Jiang Xiyu come out with a towel, he suppressed the small flame that was about to burst forth, and sat down on the bed with a cold face.

Jiang Xiyu walked to his side and instantly understood what he meant.

So she took a towel and started drying his hair, including the wet spots on his neck. Jiang Xiyu carefully dried them all, and even bent down to ask him if the room was cold and if he wanted the temperature turned up.

As he approached, that sweet, milky scent began to waft into Lu Xingye's nostrils once more.

Lu Xingye's expression softened slightly, but he still feigned disgust: "What are you wearing? It smells awful."

Jiang Xiyu lowered her head and sniffed, then said, "It's face cream."

He noticed Lu Xingye frowning and asked in confusion, "Does it really smell bad?"

Lu Xingye gave a low hum and didn't say anything.

Jiang Xiyu walked to the bedside, picked up the pink-packaged face cream and held it in front of him. "This is it. I think it smells pretty good."

As he spoke, he added, "It's too cold in winter, so I put this on. Xingye-ge, if you don't like the smell, I won't put it on anymore."

Lu Xingye glanced at the pink packaging and was amused by the words "children's face cream" on it, but his smile was not very obvious.

He couldn't help but criticize Jiang Xiyu's taste again: "This is something for kids, how can it possibly be effective if you apply it?"

"No wonder my skin is so bad, it turns out I've been using this."

Actually not.

Jiang Xiyu's skin is very smooth and very tender.

Today, when the young master touched his arm, he inexplicably rubbed the skin on his forearm until he felt the temperature there drop, and he still wouldn't let go.

His attitude was to find fault with Jiang Xiyu, but his eyes seemed to say that he wanted Jiang Xiyu to coax him.

Then he said, "Are you so short of money? Why don't you buy some nice things to apply?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled and shook her head: "No, I just think this is very useful and not expensive, only two yuan."

Because I'm used to using this cheap children's face cream, I haven't switched to it.

Lu Xingye: "..."

Two yuan, what kind of money is two yuan?