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

That night, Shang Shi lay on the sofa and dozed off for a while. When he woke up, he glanced at his phone and looked at the time on it. A cold laugh escaped his lips.

They probably dumped him here.

He was not surprised at all, and slowly walked towards the French windows after getting up.

Outside, the night was deep, with lights dancing like fireworks. Standing here, you could overlook the most beautiful river view in the city, as well as the picturesque bridge spanning the river, a scene of prosperity and extravagance everywhere.

The boy was tall and slender. When he stood by the window, the occasional reflections of neon light shone on his pale skin, outlining the exquisitely beautiful curves of his face and revealing an undisguised, sinister expression.

The apartment was large and luxurious, and perhaps because it was a private residence, the scent of its owner lingered everywhere.

Shang Shi closed his eyes, feeling as if his whole being was enveloped in that delicate fragrance.

Unlike when the person approached during the day, whose scent was faint and almost imperceptible, now, he could clearly perceive the unique pheromone scent of an Alpha.

Therefore, the smell I experienced during the day was not my imagination.

Over the years, he has always been slow to perceive other people's pheromones, and he doesn't react much even when facing an omega in heat.

Perhaps because he was born from two Alphas whose pheromones constantly repelled and intertwined, his genetic defects made him different from other Alphas.

Alpha pheromones cannot suppress him, and he cannot easily sense omega pheromones. Those who smell his pheromones, whether Alpha or Omega, will react to varying degrees. Interestingly, he can pretend to be whatever he wants to be.

The only surprise was that Jiang Xiyu saw right through him.

Similarly, he may be the only Alpha among all Alphas who can receive pheromones from Alphas of the same level.

For example, in this apartment filled with S-grade Alpha pheromones, he did not feel any aversion or disgust as an Alpha. Instead, he developed a clear perception of Alpha pheromones, just like an omega.

From yesterday until now, that floral fragrance had remained elusive, like a mist, until now, when he finally entered this place, he finally knew what that pheromone scent was...

Jasmine.

Jiang Xiyu's pheromone is jasmine.

Like jasmine after a heavy rain, carrying a damp coolness, the fragrance of the flowers is imbued with the moisture of the rain. In such a closed environment, the scent is even more rich and heavy, even somewhat bitter, not sweet at all.

Jasmine without any sweetness...

He was very interested in Jiang Xiyu's pheromones and really wanted to try it out. He wondered how he would react if he could smell those pheromones up close, and he also wanted to taste them to see if they were sweeter than candy.

Shang Shi narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously.

Haha, sometimes I really feel like I'm a monster.

Fortunately, no one told him what to do before he turned into a monster.

Just then, a "beep" sounded from the doorway.

The combination lock was opened, and then the sound of someone changing shoes could be heard from the entryway.

Shang Shi suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.

Jiang Xiyu turned on the light, changed her shoes, and looked up to find a sinister figure standing in front of her. She was startled and said coldly, "Why didn't you turn on the light if you weren't asleep?"

Shang Shi pouted: "Brother, it's so late, I thought you weren't coming back."

"This is my home, where else should I go if I don't go back here?"

As Jiang Xiyu spoke, she casually tossed a bag of candy she was carrying at him, frowning as she said, "Tsk, eating so much candy so late at night, aren't you afraid of getting a toothache?"

Shang Shi looked down at the candy in her arms, pursed her lips, and after a long while, said with a hint of resentment, "Maybe it's because I'm a little hungry, but how did you know I wanted to eat candy?"

Jiang Xiyu took off his suit jacket and casually tossed it on the sofa, recalling what had just happened upon hearing this.

When he returned, he happened to meet his assistant downstairs who was carrying a large bag of things.

The bag contained all sorts of candies—soft candies, hard candies, lollipops—and they were all strawberry-flavored; it was clearly something to amuse children.

Jiang Xiyu frowned and asked him why he brought these things here.

The assistant said somewhat embarrassedly, "Young Master Shang said he wanted me to buy him candy."

"..."

So, Jiang Xiyu was promoted as a matter of course.

He thought for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and asked, "You haven't had dinner yet?"

Shang Shi nodded obediently.

Seeing him about to unwrap the candy, Jiang Xiyu interrupted, "Just take whatever's in the fridge and eat it. You're so old, what good is this?"

"The refrigerator is empty." Shang Shi shrugged helplessly, looking like a wilted eggplant.

Jiang Xiyu opened the refrigerator and looked inside; sure enough, it was empty.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered that it was Monday, and he didn't eat at the apartment on weekdays, so the housekeeper didn't prepare any food, fearing it wouldn't be fresh. She would only come to fill the refrigerator on time when the weekend was approaching.

Jiang Xiyu sighed: "I don't have anything, I'll have my assistant send it to you."

He glanced at the candy on the table and said, "I made him buy you so much candy, but I didn't even ask him to buy you a meal."

"I forgot, but it's so late now, I shouldn't bother them." Shang Shi said, smiling at him with her red lips and white teeth, and added, "It's okay, brother, I'm not very hungry either."

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

A small white flower with a hint of tea.

Jiang Xiyu looked him up and down for a while, then gave a faint, ambiguous smile and walked towards the kitchen.

After making a phone call to my aunt, I found some white rice. Since there were no vegetables, I could only make some porridge.

He figured that if the kid hadn't eaten dinner, he probably hadn't eaten anything all day either.

If we want to maintain good relationships, cooking some porridge isn't a difficult task.

Shang Shi didn't understand what he was going to do, but his gaze unconsciously followed him.

The man was tall and slender. When he bent over with his back to him, his well-fitting shirt outlined his broad back. The hem of his shirt was tucked into his trousers, revealing an incredibly sexy waist and hip curve that was hard to look away from.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and powerful forearms. His hands, which were tied behind his back with an apron, were clean, slender, and beautiful.

At the police station, Shang Shi noticed that Jiang Xiyu had the hands of a pampered young master, and didn't look like someone who would cook.

But it wasn't until the man came out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge that Shang Shi realized that she had been standing there staring at him for quite a while.

Shang Shi abruptly shifted his gaze, gradually calming his breathing.

Damn it, he realized something was wrong with him.

Jiang Xiyu didn't cook much, so it didn't take long.

He placed the bowl on the table, looked at the person who was still standing there in a daze, and called out, "Come here and drink the porridge."

"Thank you, brother." Shang Shi hesitated for a moment, then obediently sat down.

He glanced at the bowl of steaming porridge and smiled, "It smells delicious."

“That’s because you’re hungry,” Jiang Xiyu said, untying her apron.

What's so special about a bowl of plain porridge?

"If you want it sweet, there's sugar in the cupboard."

Shang Shi scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and asked softly, "Brother, aren't you going to eat?"

"I have already eaten."

As Jiang Xiyu reached the master bedroom door, she didn't forget to remind him, "Find a guest room to sleep in, and don't disturb me unless necessary."

Shang Shi took a sip of porridge and said, seemingly troubled, "The bed in the guest room is a bit small. I'm a restless sleeper, so there might not be enough room to stretch my legs."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at his legs bent under the dining table and frowned impatiently: "If you can't sleep, find a place to stay and leave as soon as possible."

The two-meter bed in the guest room isn't small, but given this guy's height, I don't know if he grew up on hormones, the two-meter bed was indeed a bit too big for him.

He had to emphasize that he was a bad sleeper and said he couldn't sleep. What a rascal, so demanding.

When Jiang Xiyu closed the door, his movements were a bit too exaggerated.

After the sound of the door closing faded, the surroundings immediately became quiet, with only the occasional crisp sound of spoons and porcelain bowls clinking together in the air.

As time passed, the bowl of porridge was slowly and leisurely finished.

Shang Shi licked her crimson lips, slightly raised her head to look towards the master bedroom, and after a long while, she hummed through her nose as if in response: "I know."

I'm not leaving.