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

After the two finished breakfast, they sat in the living room for a while. Half an hour later, the housekeeper arrived with a large team of hairdressers.

After exchanging greetings, they were led by the servants to a private hair salon, while the stylist stayed behind. As usual, he went to Lu Xingye's side and carefully discussed with him the hairstyle and color to be dyed, so that the young master wouldn't be dissatisfied and flip the table when it was done.

Lu Xingye loves to dye his hair. Even though he has dyed it many times, his hair still looks thick and smooth, and he takes good care of it.

Jiang Xiyu looked at him enviously for a few moments, then asked curiously, "What color do you want to dye it?"

Lu Xingye rested his chin on his hand. He didn't look at Jiang Xiyu when he heard his question. Instead, he scanned the living room with his eyes and finally looked at the TV wall as if he had found something.

He stretched out his hand and pointed casually: "That color."

Jiang Xiyu and the stylist followed his gaze and saw a blue ceramic vase placed there.

The stylist paused for a moment before confirming with Lu Xingye, "Excuse me, is it blue?"

Lu Xingye nodded, glancing at Jiang Xiyu's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing his surprise, she looked away with satisfaction.

Jiang Xiyu was indeed very surprised, because he seemed to know why Lu Xingye had chosen blue.

It wasn't chosen randomly; the young master used a vase as an excuse to cover up his actions, saying he wanted to dye it the blue that Jiang Xiyu liked.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly remembered last night when Lu Xingye asked him what his favorite color was.

At that time, he did not know Lu Xingye's intention, so he just casually said green.

No wonder the young master got angry on the spot; it turns out he wanted to dye his hair his favorite color.

After learning the answer, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but chuckle at Lu Xingye's attempt to cover up his true intentions, finding it rather endearing.

The stylist was very skilled. Upon hearing that Lu Xingye had chosen blue, she expertly turned to the blue page of the thick book she was holding and presented it to Lu Xingye, reminding him, "There are many shades of blue. Please consider which color you would like to dye your hair."

Lu Xingye paused, his brows furrowing slightly: "Let him choose."

The stylist seemed confused: "What?"

Lu Xingye no longer tried to hide it, and turned his head to signal the stylist to show the items to Jiang Xiyu.

The stylist looked at Jiang Xiyu, somewhat bewildered.

Didn't the young master dye his own hair color? Why does someone else have to choose it for him?

In the past, when it came to dyeing his hair, the young master would become impatient even if the stylist offered just a suggestion.

Now, he's willing to let others make the choices for him.

Although the stylist was puzzled, he obediently did as he was told and presented the items to Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu was slightly taken aback, feeling a flush rise to her face. She glanced uncertainly at Lu Xingye and asked, "Can I really choose?"

Lu Xingye thought Jiang Xiyu was stupid, but he also nodded patiently and told him that he could choose.

This was his response to Jiang Xiyu.

Therefore, he didn't mind Jiang Xiyu treating him like a doll.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and carefully selected books for a long time, occasionally picking them up to show only her eyes, comparing Lu Xingye's face with the books.

Lu Xingye sat there obediently, deliberately keeping a cold face, as if he were warning Xi Yu that he must choose carefully, or he would scold him if he didn't.

The only sound in the living room was the rustling of pages turning; it was very quiet.

But the stylist sensed something was off about the atmosphere.

Jiang Xiyu ultimately chose a very high-end iris blue.

The cool-toned hair color makes Lu Xingye's skin look even more like a porcelain doll, fair and textured, and it will still look very good even when the color fades.

Jiang Xiyu considered many things. He discussed the layers and length of his hair with the stylist, and occasionally, for more important parts, he would tilt his head to ask Lu Xingye for his opinion.

Lu Xingye tacitly agreed, but stared with great interest at Jiang Xiyu's serious expression.

Seeing that Jiang Xiyu was satisfied, he also raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling pleased.

The hair dyeing process took quite a while, and Jiang Xiyu stayed by his side the whole time.

Because as soon as Jiang Xiyu makes a move, Lu Xingye's gaze will almost immediately follow her.

During this period, Jiang Xiyu went out a total of four times. When she came back, she brought all kinds of fruits, drinks, and desserts to feed the people who dyed Lu Xingye's hair.

Actually, these things can be done by simply instructing the servants.

But Jiang Xiyu was too kind. He took Lu Xingye's hair dyeing as something very important, so he treated those people very well.

Lu Xingye's gaze fell on Jiang Xiyu through the reflection in the mirror, and he was somewhat dissatisfied, his expression also being unpleasant.

I don't know if it's because they're unhappy that Jiang Xiyu is always going out, or because they're unhappy that others can also enjoy Jiang Xiyu's good qualities.

So when Jiang Xiyu brought over a fruit platter and fed him fruit with a fork, he didn't open his mouth but turned his head away expressionlessly.

Jiang Xiyu could tell his mood at a glance. She wanted to laugh, but she held it in.

He felt that the more he looked at Lu Xingye, the more he resembled a possessive little brat.

Jiang Xiyu bent down and leaned closer to him, saying ingratiatingly, "Brother Xingye, this is something I specially cut for you. Can you try some?"

Lu Xingye glanced at the mirror and saw the fruit plate in Jiang Xiyu's hand. The fruit was sliced ​​and cut into various cute shapes, like toys for children, childish yet very thoughtful.

And coincidentally, the shape of the jade fork inserted into the Jiangxi banquet is a heart.

Lu Xingye then turned around, took a bite with Jiang Xiyu's fork, his face expressionless, and bit his heart into pieces.

The sweet and sour taste immediately spread between the lips and teeth.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and fed him another one.

Lu Xingye snorted softly, as if biting Jiang Xiyu's heart, his voice filled with hatred and gritted teeth.

The onlookers behind were all dumbfounded.

They thought to themselves, "Rich people are different; they get to be served everything they want."

After they stared at him for a full minute, Lu Xingye in the mirror suddenly raised his chin, his cold gaze lifting slightly along his eyelids, as if looking at them through the mirror. Before anyone could react, his gaze fell back down, leaving everyone with what seemed like an illusion.

They awkwardly looked away, exchanging glances.

The young master's expression didn't seem angry at all; rather, it seemed a bit like he was showing off.

What are you showing off?

Is he showing off that someone feeds him while he eats?

Or is he showing off that his hands are cold and someone else is warming them?

...That's really strange.

If they hadn't served the young master their hair before and seen the clean-cut boy give whatever he wanted, they would have really suspected that there was something fishy going on between the two.

Because it really has that... vibe.