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

“I really like you, Xingye-ge.” Jiang Xiyu said to Lu Xingye very seriously between breaths.

His back was pressed against the door, and he was eager to look up at Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye was a bit taller than him, and rested his face on his shoulder. After hearing Jiang Xiyu's words, he gave a faint "Oh," it was unclear whether he believed it or not.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze fell on Lu Xingye's collarbone, and she tried to ingratiate herself with him.

Lu Xingye suddenly told him, "Jiang Xiyu, I will be very difficult to pursue."

He put his hand on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder, creating a slight distance between them.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang Xiyu grabbed his clothes and said urgently, "It's okay, I'm not afraid that you're hard to win over. As long as I can win you over, I'm not afraid of any difficulties."

His eyes were filled with sincerity in pursuing Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye stared quietly into Jiang Xiyu's eyes for a while, his expression gradually becoming serious. Looking down at him with a forced sense of pride, he said, "Then you'll have to work hard before I can become your boyfriend."

Jiang Xiyu nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice: "Okay, okay."

For a while, the way the two interacted was exactly like that of the pursuer instructing the pursuer to pursue them.

Even though Lu Xingye is the one in a higher position, he always acts like he's in a lower position and is pretentious.

Jiang Xiyu is responsible for all the secret pursuits and for all the things that go wrong.

In relationships, he is both the controller and the beneficiary.

The young master had never been in love with anyone, but when he was in love, he wanted the other person to focus all their attention on him, not allowing them to be distracted when facing him, and not allowing anyone or anything to divert Jiang Xiyu's attention.

Even when the butler called Jiang Xiyu by his name, even in a way that showed the affection of an elder to a younger generation, Lu Xingye would inexplicably provoke him. Eventually, everyone in the villa who called Jiang Xiyu by that name was questioned by Lu Xingye, causing them to become hesitant to use the last two characters of Jiang Xiyu's name.

It's just a name, really; it's just that Lu Xingye started to care about it.

So everything seemed so inexplicable, and so deliberately intentional.

Lu Xingye began to bring up old grievances, recounting all the moments that Jiang Xiyu had taken notice of.

Jiang Xiyu had nowhere to avoid it, so he could only use his hands to create breathing space for himself. Looking at the snowflakes fluttering in the lamplight outside the window, he could only start coaxing this young master who was going to settle scores later.

Lu Xingye said that nothing could be more important than him from now on.

Jiang Xiyu answered him softly, "You are the most important."

The effect of soothing his fur was remarkable; he indeed brushed those things off lightly.

Jiang Xiyu actually felt that it wasn't a big deal.

But Lu Xingye wanted him to revolve around his world, so Jiang Xiyu agreed.

After all, he was still pursuing him, and in his panic, he blurted out his possessiveness to him.

To possess a princess, one must offer her the most beautiful and sincere heart.

Jiang Xiyu then presented her heart to him, in exchange for an opportunity.

Lu Xingye had never been exposed to it before, but he was afraid of the cold and disliked winter.

Although she complained that Jiang Xiyu's heart was too hot, she pretended not to care and gently held it, accepting its warmth.

The bedroom light was warm, and Lu Xingye's hands were no longer cold, and his lips were warm.

Every time Jiang Xiyu tried to escape, Lu Xingye would frown and preemptively say, "Weren't you going to pursue me? Are you starting to reject me now?"

Jiang Xiyu's face flushed slightly, and her voice became somewhat muffled: "No, no..."

His voice trailed off almost completely.

Anyway, Jiang Xiyu couldn't remember how many times Lu Xingye had been angry tonight, how many times he had settled scores later, or how many times she had coaxed him.

All I know is that they leaned against the door for a very long time.

In the end, Jiang Xiyu was forced to the point that she dared not look Lu Xingye in the eye.

Lu Xingye wanted to laugh, but he pretended to be aloof and took two steps back as if nothing had happened, not wanting Jiang Xiyu to see that he really wanted to get closer.

Jiang Xiyu paused for a long time.

Lu Xingye lowered his head slightly, carefully observing the expression on Jiang Xiyu's face. After a long while, he suddenly spoke up, "Could you move aside a little?"

Jiang Xiyu asked in confusion, "What?"

Lu Xingye said seriously, "You're blocking the door. I can't get out. If I can't get up tomorrow and am late for class, I'll blame you again."

Hearing that he was to be blamed, Jiang Xiyu shuddered and took two steps to the side, making way for him.

Lu Xingye stopped teasing him and simply left the bedroom.

That night, I had a really hard time falling asleep.

Before going to bed, Lu Xingye stood in front of the balcony and let the cold wind blow on him for a while.

The railing of the balcony was covered with a thick layer of snow. He pushed it with his hand, and the snowflakes fell down like sand and gravel to the first floor, where Jiang Xiyu's balcony was located.

He fiddled with it for a long time until he pushed all the snowflakes off the handrail before he stopped touching it.

Sure enough, Jiang Xiyu sent him a message later, asking if he was still awake.

Jiang Xiyu told him to get some rest and added a goodnight.

Lu Xingye was finally satisfied.

……

Because of the cold wind at night, Lu Xingye's nose was a little stuffy the next day.

He sneezed slightly, and the butler became extremely nervous and immediately called a doctor to examine him.

Everyone in the villa knew that Lu Xingye had a weak immune system, but only the butler knew the specific reason.

He told Jiang Xiyu that Lu's mother gave birth prematurely when she gave birth to Lu Xingye, so Lu Xingye's tendency to get sick was something he had from the womb.

Especially in winter, if he's not careful, catching a cold is the most common occurrence, and Lu Xingye's temper often gets very bad when he's sick.

Jiang Xiyu thought to herself, "So Lu Xingye's princess syndrome isn't just psychological; his body is indeed more precious."

He had just recovered from a cold not long ago, but now there were signs of a relapse. The butler couldn't help but ask him with concern, "Young Master, did you catch a cold again at school? Or was the room temperature set too low last night? Besides a stuffy nose, are you feeling unwell in any other way?"

Lu Xingye was clearly impatient with the butler's nagging questions.

But when he looked at Jiang Xiyu and saw his concerned expression, he felt inexplicably comfortable. A hint of malice flashed in his eyes, and he replied to the butler nonchalantly, "Maybe he caught it."

I was fine last night, but this morning I suspect I have a cold.

But then the young master mentioned a cause of illness that was simply impossible.

It sounded alright, but the butler knew that someone like Lu Xingye wouldn't easily get along with others.

Therefore, the housekeeper immediately thought that the person who could infect Lu Xingye was Jiang Xiyu.

He turned around and asked, "Xiao Jiang, do you have a cold?"

I don't know when, but the housekeeper's title changed from Xi Yu to Jiang Xi Yu, and then to Xiao Jiang.

Jiang Xiyu thought it sounded strange, like a driver, but still answered truthfully, "I don't have a cold."

The butler then turned to Lu Xingye and asked, "Young Master, who infected you?"

Lu Xingye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he glanced at Jiang Xiyu several times, his tone indifferent: "I don't know either."

housekeeper:"……"

He couldn't ignore it, so he followed Lu Xingye's gaze, which had been glancing at him several times, and looked at Jiang Xiyu questioningly.

Jiang Xiyu replied stiffly, his face expressionless, "...I don't know either."