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

Jiang Xiyu still didn't get off his lap.

No one knew who the doll was, but Jiang Xiyu was being held by him, looked at again and again. Lu Xingye, as if it were his nightly routine before falling asleep, would occasionally touch his face with his cold hands and occasionally twirl his hair with his fingertips.

Jiang Xiyu remained motionless, letting him touch her with curiosity.

Lu Xingye rubbed his fingertips together and then suddenly chuckled softly.

The curve of his lips was not obvious, but it was as if he had discovered something interesting, and his laughter had a hint of mischievousness.

Jiang Xiyu didn't know why he was laughing; she just stared at him blankly.

Lu Xingye's eyes were deep and thoughtful. As if remembering something, he asked Jiang Xiyu again, "Do you really want to see me get my ears pierced?"

Jiang Xiyu was stunned and did not give any immediate response.

Because that's a problem from the past.

But at that moment, Lu Xingye simply said yes.

The young master had only been rejecting Jiang Xiyu a few minutes earlier, using his fear of pain as an excuse, but he had already given in again.

However, this time it wasn't a compromise with Jiang Xiyu, but a compromise with himself.

Lu Xingye thought so.

He felt that Jiang Xiyu couldn't hide anything on his face, but to gain something from others, one must also give something in return.

Therefore, Lu Xingye can also state his own conditions.

He slowly and deliberately asked Jiang Xiyu, "If you want me to get my ears pierced, what will you give me?"

After a long while, Jiang Xiyu came to her senses and realized that Lu Xingye was about to give in. Her eyes lit up, and she sincerely asked, "Brother Xingye, what do you want?"

It was as if he would give him whatever he wanted.

Lu Xingye was very pleased with Jiang Xiyu's starry eyes. After a long silence, he looked at him meaningfully and said, "If you can give me one here, then I'll give you one on my ear."

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback.

Following his gaze, she clearly saw where he wanted to hit her, frowned for a moment, let out a soft breath, as if she had made a great decision, and said, "Okay, I will hit her."

Lu Xingye tightened his grip on Jiang Xiyu's waist for a moment, stared at him for more than ten seconds, and then asked, "Are you sure?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded solemnly: "I'm sure."

Lu Xingye raised an eyebrow and asked him, "Even before we're boyfriend, you'd still be willing to fight for me?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled shyly: "I'm willing."

It seemed that no matter how many times he asked, Jiang Xiyu's answer was always yes, willing... she never refused.

Lu Xingye's feelings were indescribably complex.

After a while, he cursed under his breath and couldn't help but lean in and kiss Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu accepted gently, and then, as Lu Xingye's breath left her, she whispered a plea to him, "But, could we call after the New Year...?"

It's too cold in winter; if I get vaccinated, it will be a bit troublesome to deal with later.

Lu Xingye didn't understand: "Why?"

Jiang Xiyu's eyebrows curved into a smile: "After the New Year, it will be spring, right?"

Spring is a very warm season.

He thought for a moment and explained to Lu Xingye that if the weather were warmer, the recovery might be faster.

Lu Xingye remained silent for a moment, then looked at Jiang Xiyu with a half-smile.

He agreed: "Okay."

Jiang Xiyu asked him with some anticipation, "Um, does Xingye like spring?"

Lu Xingye gave a soft hum, neither saying he liked it nor disliked it.

Jiang Xiyu smiled at him: "You should like it."

After he finished speaking, his upturned eyes seemed to hold a room full of shimmering light and shadow, subtly drawing Lu Xingye's gaze, both close and distant.

Lu Xingye's heart suddenly felt like it had been gnawed at.

His face was cold and his expression was somewhat fierce, yet he was like a fish that had taken the bait, his gaze unwavering.

……

The next day, Lu Xingye woke up a little late.

Jiang Xiyu took the key and opened his bedroom door. When he went in, he was still asleep, breathing steadily.

In fact, he had already obtained the key to Lu Xingye's bedroom the day Jiang Xiyu sent the flowers.

He personally handed this key to Jiang Xiyu.

Normally, people wouldn't like others to intrude into such a private space, especially a hot-tempered young master like Lu Xingye, who would be even more unforgiving.

The servants in the villa dared not enter to clean unless they had his permission; otherwise, anyone who dared to go in would be sentenced to death.

But since the young master accepted Jiang Xiyu's flowers, he felt he should give something in return.

So he handed over the right to enter his private territory to Jiang Xiyu, and repeatedly asked Jiang Xiyu to guarantee that he would not lose it, his tone serious, as if the key was not an ordinary key.

In this way, Jiang Xiyu could enter his room quietly every morning.

And Lu Xingye could see him as soon as he opened his eyes.

If he can't see Jiang Xiyu, he'll get grumpy when he wakes up, and then he'll act all haughty and want Jiang Xiyu to comfort him.

Jiang Xiyu had not expected that Lu Xingye, who had just woken up from his warm bed, would be like this. Unlike his arrogant demeanor towards outsiders during the day, he was half-closed with his eyes like a small animal, showing a softness that very few people could touch.

Every time she saw him, Jiang Xiyu would soften her heart for a long time, and then quietly sit on the edge of the bed waiting for him to fully wake up.

Once Lu Xingye is sober, he will no longer be so docile and gentle.

He will continue to be that aloof young master, picky, awkward, and somewhat adorable.

Seeing him yawn, Jiang Xiyu asked with concern, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Lu Xingye gave him a look that said, "What do you think?"

Jiang Xiyu looked completely innocent.

When Lu Xingye came out after washing up, Jiang Xiyu had already picked out clothes for him in the dressing room.

Lu Xingye glanced at it and saw that everything was arranged according to Jiang Xiyu's aesthetic.

He wore it while complaining about it, and even teased Jiang Xiyu about whether she read too many fashion magazines.

After all, who would dress like a male model at home, all flashy and frivolous?

Jiang Xiyu was enjoying it immensely, and even looked at him with a fascinated expression.

Lu Xingye turned his head away in shame and indignation, and the little flame of resistance was extinguished in an instant.

He truly felt that he had become Jiang Xiyu's doll.