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

The air seemed to freeze, as if enveloped in a kind of ambiguous tranquility.

It was clearly Lu Xingye who kept throwing snow downstairs last night; he must have accidentally caught a cold wind outside on the balcony.

Now he's giving the butler such a strange answer and staring at him intently.

Having guessed the reason, Jiang Xiyu's face felt slightly flushed.

He tried to maintain a facade of calm and innocence, and made an excuse to leave: "I'm going to see the doctor, has he arrived yet?"

Lu Xingye was unhappy when he saw that he was about to leave.

"Jiang Xiyu, I want to drink water, cough cough."

The butler, who was close to the sofa and coffee table, stepped forward first, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye refused to accept it and asked Jiang Xiyu to hand it over.

Jiang Xiyu sighed inwardly as he looked at the butler's urging gaze, took the water glass from the butler's hand, and brought it to his lips.

Lu Xingye took a sip, then frowned and turned his head away: "It's a little hot."

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyu blew on it and said, "It's not hot. The temperature is just right when I hold it. Drink more hot water; it's good for your health."

Lu Xingye's nose was a little red, probably because he was having trouble breathing, which made his voice sound a little muffled: "Okay, blow on it for a while longer."

Jiang Xiyu blew on it twice more before Lu Xingye agreed to drink it.

The butler watched from the side, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

However, seeing that Lu Xingye did not lose his temper as usual, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The housekeeper didn't want to disturb the two of them any longer in trying to mend their relationship, so he went to the kitchen to see if breakfast was ready.

After the housekeeper left, Jiang Xiyu hesitated before suggesting, "Why don't you skip class today? I'll ask for leave for you so you can get some rest."

Lu Xingye's nose was terribly uncomfortable, and upon hearing this, his face turned cold: "What, are you planning to sneak off to see Lu Zhibai again?"

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

Although somewhat speechless, Jiang Xiyu denied it without hesitation: "I didn't, I was just worried about you."

Lu Xingye's expression softened a bit, giving off a "take me with you if you're worried" look. He didn't forget to remind Jiang Xiyu, saying, "Don't forget what we talked about last night. Starting today, I'm going to start testing you."

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to compromise: "Then tell me if you feel unwell."

Lu Xingye said impatiently, "I know, you're even more long-winded than the butler."

Mingming clearly liked Jiang Xiyu's rambling, and that's exactly how she wanted to say it.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't do anything about him either.

Later, the doctor came and gave him some medicine to prevent colds.

Jiang Xiyu prepared a thermos for him, put it in the car, and carefully checked his clothes before leaving to make sure there were no problems.

The housekeeper stood at the door, took a picture of the scene, and planned to send it to Lu's mother.

The maid standing next to him, who was senior to the Lu family and familiar with the butler, also saw this scene and said without thinking, "Young Master and Xiao Jiang seem to have become very close. The way Xiao Jiang is tidying his clothes, they look like a couple, hahaha."

The butler was somewhat surprised and remained silent for a while before explaining, "It's probably just a habit. Young Master is used to having Xiao Jiang do these things for him."

The housekeeper at the Lu residence sometimes tidies up these things for the master, so it's not unusual.

But for some reason, the housekeeper still didn't send the video to Lu's mother. Instead, she sent a message telling Lu's mother that the relationship between the two had improved a lot.

He thought that when Lu's mother saw the friendly relationship between the two on her birthday, she would probably be very happy.

Speaking of birthdays, Jiang Xiyu, sitting in the car, was a little troubled, wondering what she could give Lu Xingye as a gift.

Because he felt that Lu Xingye had everything and lacked nothing.

After racking his brains for a long time, Jiang Xiyu decided to ask the person involved.

He turned his head and saw that Lu Xingye had his eyes closed and was leaning back in his chair as if he had fallen asleep.

There was a faint bluish shadow under his eyes, his features were deep-set, and his skin was pale, so that shadow stood out.

Jiang Xiyu saw that there was still some distance to the school, and thought that he must not have slept well last night, so she didn't want to disturb him and didn't ask.

After all, Lu Xingye is much more obedient when he's asleep than when he's awake.

Her face no longer held those cold, hard expressions; she was exquisitely beautiful, like a precious artifact encased in a glass case.

Jiang Xiyu watched with appreciation, and when she saw the blanket slip off Lu Xingye, she couldn't help but lean over and cover him up again.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xingye suddenly spoke up, humming cryptically, "Jiang Xiyu, what are you trying to do? Trying to steal a kiss from me again?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at his face, but Lu Xingye didn't even open his eyes.

He covered him with the blanket and said softly, "No, I was just worried you'd be cold."

Lu Xingye's eyelashes trembled, but in the end, as if in a fit of pique, he still didn't open his eyes. Instead, he turned his head to the other side in frustration, not wanting to look at Jiang Xiyu anymore.

Jiang Xiyu returned to her seat and sat down. At that moment, she heard rustling sounds coming from the seat next to her.

He noticed that Lu Xingye had turned his face back to him in annoyance, at some point.

Her hair was slightly sticking up, and new black hair had grown at the roots. It wasn't obvious, but it was still noticeable among the silver hair.

Lu Xingye cares a lot about his image.

Jiang Xiyu wondered if she should remind him to get his hair dyed again before his birthday, so he could look his best for the occasion.

There weren't many classes that day, but the morning session was torture.

Lu Xingye looked listless, and Jiang Xiyu let him lean on her arm with his eyes closed.

When class was about to end, Jiang Xiyu leaned close to his ear and gently called his name a few times. Then, after he woke up, she led him away secretly through the back door.

The school was quiet, and the snow scene was beautiful.

They didn't rush back to the car.

Lu Xingye was unusually lucid and became interested in telling Jiang Xiyu that he wanted to take a walk around the school.

Jiang Xiyu thought about it and realized it made sense. The young master had studied for so long, but he left as soon as get out of class was over. He had never really looked at the scenery of the school.

But Jiang Xiyu still reminded him that he could look, but he had to make sure he covered himself up completely.

Lu Xingye thought he talked too much, but still hummed in agreement.

Then, following Jiang Xiyu, they went to a less crowded place to enjoy the scenery.

The willows drooped, their branches laden with snow, like silvery light tubes. A thick layer of ice covered the lake, and everything around was clean and quiet.

Jiang Xiyu swept the snow off one side of the chair and then carefully wiped it with a tissue before Lu Xingye sat down.

However, he ran out of tissues, so he decided to stand next to Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye noticed it too and waved to Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu leaned over, and Lu Xingye grabbed his wrist. Then, with his other hand, he put his arm around Jiang Xiyu's waist and pulled him onto his lap.

Jiang Xiyu glanced around warily, somewhat resistant.

Lu Xingye raised his chin, his expression hidden behind a mask, but his eyes were undeniably sharp.

Jiang Xiyu finally gave in and sat down resignedly, behaving very properly and not daring to sit too forcefully.

He didn't know whether the snow scene was beautiful or not; all he knew was that his legs were really numb.

But Lu Xingye casually asked him, "Jiang Xiyu, are you nervous?"

Jiang Xiyu's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Xingye's legs were long and bent. Jiang Xiyu sat on him and could vaguely feel the muscles in his thighs, which were very resilient and powerful.

He doesn't seem like someone who gets sick easily. Could it be that he's all show and no substance? Is he weak?

Jiang Xiyu suddenly thought of this question.

Suddenly feeling her face getting a little hot from the wind, Jiang Xiyu realized she had misunderstood. She straightened up and struggled, not wanting to sit on Lu Xingye's lap anymore.

Lu Xingye frowned, snorted in dissatisfaction, and asked him in a low voice, "Jiang Xiyu, what are you doing?"

Jiang Xiyu: "..."