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

Chapter 128 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [66

Jiang Xiyu pretended that nothing had happened, took the flowers and returned to the Lu family home. As soon as he entered the living room, he found Lu Xingye already sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

Seeing him come in carrying flowers, Lu Xingye looked a little unhappy about his late return, but also impatiently walked over, snatched the flowers, and said, "You're so slow buying flowers and you didn't even charge your phone properly. You're really stupid."

He wanted to see him but he didn't come back soon. The young master said that although he had been coaxed, he would still settle accounts later.

He held the flowers in front of Jiang Xiyu, looking at them from left to right.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze was drawn to his movements, and as he wished, he found the wound on his slender, fair hand.

It was a very small cut, and the bloodstains had probably dried out over time.

The red marks on Lu Xingye's fingers were very obvious.

Jiang Xiyu put her worries aside and immediately took his hand tenderly, asking anxiously, "What happened? How did you hurt your hand?"

Lu Xingye raised an eyebrow and glanced at it, then said indifferently, "Oh, this? I just accidentally scratched it. It's nothing."

Lu Xingye didn't want to appear dramatic, so he kept saying he was fine, but he hadn't dealt with it after all this time.

Jiang Xiyu felt extremely distressed and quickly pulled him to sit down on the sofa. She found a first-aid kit to clean his wounds and said seriously while treating them, "How could it be nothing? You need to treat your injuries promptly. In the future... in the future, you must never do this again if you get injured."

Seeing how seriously he took it, Lu Xingye smiled briefly before quickly pulling it back, pretending to be indifferent as she replied, "Okay, okay, it won't happen again."

Jiang Xiyu felt a lump in his throat, and despite his best efforts to suppress it, his eyes still couldn't help but redden.

He gritted his teeth and told himself not to cry.

Jiang Xiyu, don't cry.

But when he saw Lu Xingye, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness. Now, seeing his wounds, the sorrow spread silently through his heart.

He hoped that Lu Xingye wouldn't be so indifferent, that he would really listen to him, and that if he got hurt in the future, he would treat it promptly. If possible, he hoped that Lu Xingye wouldn't get hurt, wouldn't get sick, and wouldn't be unhappy.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment and then sniffed.

He moved his hands very slowly and kept his head down, as if afraid that Lu Xingye would see his face.

But a tear that had been building up in her eyelid still fell unexpectedly.

It dripped onto the back of Lu Xingye's hand, spreading out a damp mark.

Lu Xingye's arm froze, and his pupils contracted in disbelief.

Cried?

Jiang Xiyu cried.

Was he crying because he was injured?

But the wound was so small.

Lu Xingye reached out and lifted his chin in a flustered manner, then offered some incoherent words of comfort and assurance: "Don't cry, don't cry. I won't do it again, really, I really won't. It doesn't hurt at all, nothing's wrong."

He lowered his voice, looking somewhat annoyed with himself.

Then, mimicking Jiang Xiyu's way of trying to please her, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Jiang Xiyu, please don't cry."

Jiang Xiyu felt as if her heart was being squeezed and kneaded repeatedly, leaving it feeling sore and weak.

He thought to himself helplessly, "Please stop trying to comfort me."

They comforted me, and I could hardly hold back my tears.

No, don't speak anymore. Hearing your voice will make me sad and want to cry.

Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes briefly against his palm, then opened them again and tried to smile as she said, "Let me go upstairs and arrange the flowers for you."

He paused for a moment, then asked Lu Xingye, "Do you want to learn?"

The tear seemed to fall unexpectedly. When Lu Xingye saw that he had stopped crying, he couldn't help but frown: "Alright."

What he actually meant was that he didn't want to learn it.

In the past, he would throw a small, harmless tantrum and tell Jiang Xiyu that he didn't want to learn.

He would also ask Jiang Xiyu if he wanted Jiang to learn how to arrange flowers so that he wouldn't be lazy and let him arrange them.

But now, looking at Jiang Xiyu's still reddened eyes, Lu Xingye agreed.

But later, when they were studying upstairs, he couldn't help but ask that question.

When Jiang Xiyu heard "we won't let him put flowers in the pot," she choked up.

Lu Xingye thought he had said something wrong again and made him cry, and immediately regretted it and cursed himself inwardly.

In the following days, he deliberately began to pay attention to his speech, hoping to prevent Jiang Xiyu from getting teary-eyed so easily.

He didn't know why Jiang Xiyu had suddenly become so prone to crying. He only knew that seeing those tears made him feel sad and depressed, and he even felt a strange feeling vaguely shrouded in his heart.

In the following days, Jiang Xiyu went from being his little tail to being his big tail.

Wherever Lu Xingye went, he went; they could never be apart for a moment.

He became much more talkative, constantly telling Lu Xingye, "Make sure to blow-dry your hair immediately after washing it, don't wait," "Wear more clothes when you go out, don't catch a cold or get sick," "Eat more when you eat, don't be picky, and don't skip meals."...

There are countless similar examples.

But his manner of speaking was as natural and normal as ever, making Lu Xingye think it was just ordinary concern, only with a touch of love added to it.

Lu Xingye was enjoying this happiness immensely, and he was so immersed in it that he had no doubts whatsoever.

However, Jiang Xiyu clung to him so tightly that he couldn't get anything done.

The surprise he had prepared was delayed because Jiang Xiyu was always by his side, and he simply couldn't get away from her.

The Chinese New Year is just around the corner.

That day, he really had no other choice, so he pretended to be cold and ordered Jiang Xiyu not to follow him today.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned when he heard this, and a sad look flashed across his face. He hid it well, and Lu Xingye did not see it.

He asked, confused, "Why can't I follow?"

Lu Xingye looked at Jiang Xiyu and said in a pretentious manner, "I have to go out now. I have something very important to do, and it's inconvenient for you to come along."

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips, and after a long while, she couldn't help but cautiously negotiate with him: "I can sit in the car and wait for you, it's okay if you don't come with me. Let me go with you, let me stay by your side, okay?"

Lu Xingye looked at his slightly reddened eyes, forcing himself not to fall for it, but his gaze darted away, and he refused in a soft tone: "No."

He thought he would be back soon.

He thought that if the surprise was discovered, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore.

The young master's thoughts were simple: he felt that since he had accepted Jiang Xiyu's surprise, he should return the favor with the same surprise.

Therefore, for the first time in many days, he refused to let Jiang Xiyu accompany him, so that Jiang Xiyu would be happy to see the surprise.

Tears began to stream down Jiang Xiyu's cheeks, as if they would never stop flowing.

He stared at Lu Xingye with his moist eyes wide open, seemingly unaware that he was shedding tears.

Lu Xingye couldn't bear his vulnerable expression and those pearly tears. His heart ached and felt heavy, and he almost subconsciously gave in.

Just then, the butler came to find Jiang Xiyu as instructed by him the night before. Otherwise, Lu Xingye probably wouldn't have been able to resist Jiang Xiyu's tears and would have prematurely revealed this surprise.

He instructed the housekeeper last night to take Jiang Xiyu to do some things.

Anything is fine, as long as he has something to do and isn't idle.

He noticed that Jiang Xiyu's separation anxiety had become increasingly severe during this period.

So before leaving, Lu Xingye patiently told him again and again, "I'll be back soon. You and the housekeeper finish what you need to do, and I'll be back right away. Really, really soon..."

Jiang Xiyu slowly lowered her hand, and for the first time, she did not tell Lu Xingye to wait for her.

It's as if the sadness has been forgotten, yet it's also as if the tears from just now were used to sadly repeat themselves many times.