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

Jiang Xiyu obediently thought for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a solution.

His expression was serious, and he was deep in thought.

If it weren't for the fact that the distance between them had inexplicably grown closer, Lu Xingye would have been easily fooled.

He saw it, but ignored it, as if he was waiting very patiently.

Jiang Xiyu brought up every possibility, saying things like whether she had massaged his legs too hard, or if he was uncomfortable somewhere, and even more audaciously, she went so far as to ask if her kissing skills last night were terrible...

Finally, Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, then hung her head dejectedly: "I can't think of anything."

He pretended to be sad and tried to get off Lu Xingye's lap.

Lu Xingye tightened his grip on his waist, preventing him from moving.

He clicked his tongue slowly.

After talking for so long, not a single sentence got to the point.

Lu Xingye compromised again and again: "If you can't think of anything, then forget it."

He lowered his head to kiss her, but before he could touch her, his phone rang abruptly, which was very inappropriate.

Lu Xingye frowned in annoyance, wondering who else would call him at this hour.

He was too lazy to answer, but Jiang Xiyu stretched out his hand and took the phone from the table.

Jiang Xiyu's expression changed when she saw the incoming call notification.

It was a call from Lu Xingye's mother.

Jiang Xiyu nervously handed the phone to Lu Xingye, and then tried to get off him.

Lu Xingye didn't answer; he gestured for Jiang Xiyu to answer it for him.

The phone had been ringing for over ten seconds. Jiang Xiyu was worried that Lu Xingye's mother would wait too long, so she had no choice but to slide her finger to answer the call and turn on speakerphone.

The moment the call connected, Lu's mother's gentle voice came from inside.

"Hey, Xingye."

Lu Xingye hummed in agreement and asked his mother what was wrong.

Lu's mother said she had just finished work and was in the car. She was thinking that Lu Xingye's birthday was coming up soon, so she called in advance to ask him how he wanted to celebrate.

Lu Xingye didn't really care. On his birthday in the past, he always listened to his mother's arrangements.

Lu's mother will probably put aside her work for three days to spend with Lu Xingye, and after three days, she will return to her busy work schedule.

The next time we meet will probably be during the Chinese New Year, or maybe on the Spring Festival Gala on TV.

Lu Xingye has been living like this ever since his parents divorced.

Sometimes he didn't want to go back to the Lu residence during the Lunar New Year, and most of the time he was alone in a cold and quiet place.

Later, when Jiang Xiyu came to this house, the once quiet and lonely place became a place with two people.

Although they spend little time together, the bond between mother and son is very strong.

Lu's mother asked him about the time Lu's father had called him back home, and comforted him, saying that if he really didn't want to go to the Lu residence, he didn't have to.

When it comes to freedom, Lu's mother never interferes with Lu Xingye's life.

Lu Xingye just listened quietly.

After exchanging some casual pleasantries, Madam Lu suddenly asked, "I heard from the housekeeper that you and Xi Yu had a fight?"

There seemed to be a sigh on the other end: "Xi Yu is a good child, Xingye, don't bully her too much."

Lu Xingye remained silent, but raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu was also looking at him, then silently mouthed to Lu Xingye, "Can I talk to Auntie?"

In those clear, black and white eyes, there was an undisguised excitement and longing.

Looking at Jiang Xiyu's nervous and expectant expression, Lu Xingye felt inexplicably uneasy.

what happened?

Is she a die-hard fan of my mom?

He was reluctant to give it to him, but on the phone, Lu's mother asked Jiang Xiyu, "What is he doing now? Can you ask him to come and answer the phone?"

Lu Xingye gave an "oh" and drawled, "On my..." lap.

Jiang Xiyu gripped his clothes tightly, and Lu Xingye casually said, "Next to me."

After speaking, he slightly raised his chin, gesturing for Jiang Xiyu to speak.

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat pleased and called out to the other person in a gentle voice, "Auntie."

Lu's mother immediately smiled and agreed.

The topics she asked Jiang Xiyu were actually no different from those she asked Lu Xingye; she was also showing concern from a mother's perspective.

Jiang Xiyu answered every question she asked very seriously, whether it was about life or studies. She also told Lu's mother to take care of her health and not to work too hard. By the end, tears were welling up in her eyes.

If you didn't know better, you'd think these two were mother and son.

Lu Xingye calmly fixed his gaze on Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes were red, and her voice was choked with emotion.

In fact, ever since Lu's mother took Jiang Xiyu away from that impoverished place, Jiang Xiyu had already regarded Lu's mother as his second family member. He could even be called a 'top-level mom-lover'.

Therefore, when Lu Xingye saw him crying and reached out to hang up the phone in frustration, Jiang Xiyu hesitated and didn't want to hang up.

Lu Xingye narrowed his eyes dangerously.

A feeling of being ignored by Jiang Xiyu arose spontaneously.

He was very unhappy, and his face darkened.

Lu's mother asked on the phone, "What gifts do you want when I come back?"

Lu Xingye's tone turned harsh, and he said coldly, "No."

Jiang Xiyu was honest and asked nervously, "May I get Auntie's autograph?"

Lu's mother laughed out loud on the other end of the phone and said it was okay.

Jiang Xiyu laughed, looking like she was about to faint with joy.

Only after receiving a reply from Lu's mother did he agree to return the phone to Lu Xingye.

Lu Xingye hung up immediately, then chuckled at Jiang Xiyu: "You really do like my mom, huh?"

He emphasized the words "my mom" very much.

Her tone was a little sour, and it also carried her displeasure at his tears.

Jiang Xiyu then remembered her earlier outburst, blinked to stop the tears from falling, and after a long while, said to Lu Xingye, "I like you more."

That doesn't sound sincere now.

Lu Xingye didn't react much, then he heard Jiang Xiyu explain to him in a flattering tone, "Really, I really like you. And, in my heart, I've always considered Xingye's mother as my own mother. Auntie is so kind to me, I just couldn't help myself..."

"Brother Xingye, you and Auntie are the most important relatives I have in this world."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, like large pearls, carrying heavy emotions that seemed about to fall at any moment.

"..."

Lu Xingye was somewhat stunned. Suddenly, he remembered Jiang Xiyu's background and what his mother had told him: Jiang Xiyu had suffered a lot when he was young.

He remembered the first time he met Jiang Xiyu at the Lu family's residence.

The teenagers, travel-worn and looking like stones pulled from the loess soil.

Standing behind Lu's mother, he was timid, scared, and dirty; that was Lu Xingye's first impression of him.

And now, the boy sitting on her lap has clear, clean eyes, and her back has straightened up like a bamboo joint, she doesn't know when it happened.

In the past, the young master always disdained to treat others as equals.

Even after she learned of his feelings for her, she labeled them as despicable and disgusting, wanting to get away from him and making things difficult for him repeatedly, but he never left, no matter how hard she tried to drive him away...

She suffered a lot in life, and she also suffered in her relationship with Lu Xingye.

They live cautiously and love with fear and timidity.

At that moment, upon seeing the other person's tears, Lu Xingye was stunned for a long time, unable to look away.

He didn't know what was suddenly welling up inside him, but as if possessed, he raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears from the corner of Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

Then, in a harsh but low voice, she criticized him, "You look awful crying."

But his eyes were so gentle.

Perhaps what he meant was not that Jiang Xiyu cried unsightly.

Or perhaps what he wanted to say but hesitated to say was that Jiang Xiyu's crying made his heart ache.