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

Chapter 15 Violent Aesthetics: Yandere Male Ghost Top VS Arrogant, Sharp-tongued, Wealthy Human Bott

"Brother~ I want to~"

The moment the words "eat candy" appeared, the phone's owner instantly deleted them with a blank expression.

Qin Muyuan, who also heard these interlocking sounds, widened his eyes and sat up straight in a daze.

The voice was soft and gentle, and the sweet words fell into Qin Muyuan's ears, causing him to unconsciously imagine what would happen next when he was interrupted.

The complete answer should be, "I miss you."

But that tone... it really sounds like it. I think... um?

It's not Qin Muyuan's fault; it's really hard not to have the wrong idea.

In fact, he has always had a little-known quirk: he is very sensitive to sound and is a hardcore sound enthusiast.

Actually, when Qin Muyuan first met Jiang Xiyu, he was also amazed by his lazy tone, but Jiang Xiyu was too unpredictable, and it was difficult to understand his meaning from his tone.

But at this moment, upon suddenly hearing the voice on the phone, Qin Muyuan almost immediately analyzed the other party's psychology, context, and the meaning the voice owner wanted to express tactfully.

The gentle, low voice, slightly husky, was sweet and cloying, a contrast to the soft tone of his voice. It was like a lover's intimate whisper, and anyone who heard it would feel their heart melt and their ears bloom.

What kind of flower is it? Happy Twist.

It makes your whole body feel tingly and numb.

Qin Muyuan pursed his lips, forcing himself to maintain a calm expression. He confirmed in his heart that this was the omega who had convinced Jiang Xiyu to cooperate with him in marriage that day.

Indeed, it's a very sweet O.

He was lost in thought, but his expression remained as aloof as ever.

It wasn't until Jiang Xiyu tapped on the car door with her finger that she snapped out of her reverie and explained somewhat awkwardly, "Ah, I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

What are you eavesdropping on?

Jiang Xiyu's gaze fell on him, and after feeling the constant vibration of the message on her hand, she instantly understood, and helplessly rubbed her forehead: "Don't..." overthink it.

The mobile phone is becoming increasingly persistent.

Damn it, why is he spouting so much nonsense? It's just eating candy, but anyone who didn't know better would think he was going to eat a bomb.

Jiang Xiyu clenched her fists and turned off the phone, too lazy to bother with it.

Qin Mu glanced at him and gave him a gentle smile: "I know."

Jiang Xi's lips curved slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Hmm?"

What do you know?

Qin Muyuan turned his head and sniffed the car to make sure there were no traces of his pheromones before speaking: "I've taken up a lot of your time. I'm fine now and can take a taxi home by myself. Thank you so much for today, Young Master Jiang."

As he spoke, he opened the car door and got out. Before leaving, he thoughtfully added, "It's late, Young Master Jiang, you should go home now, lest your family gets impatient."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu's elbow, which was resting on the car roof, slipped.

Finally, unable to resist Qin Muyuan's forced understanding, Jiang Xiyu sat in the car back to her apartment, staring at her completely black phone screen, feeling increasingly angry and irritable.

This little brat, he just has to talk like that. Can't he just take his awful, raspy voice and go to the Pacific Ocean right now?

He acts like he's sick every day; when he goes into a fit, no one can stop him.

Who can bear it?

He can't stand it, but he has to.

The saying "Money is hard to earn and life is tough" applies here, you get it?

Therefore, people should avoid committing sins.

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It was already 11 p.m. when I got back to the apartment.

Jiang Xiyu was carrying snacks she had bought for Shang Shi. She considered throwing them in the trash can several times, but after thinking about it, she decided against it.

These past few days have been a rare period of peace and quiet, and he's trying his best to satisfy his ancestor's demands to avoid going crazy like he did that night.

When Jiang Xiyu walked to the apartment door and opened it, it was pitch black inside.

Normally people wouldn't be asleep at this time, but I went to bed early today.

Don't ask him how he knows, because he usually won't go back if the lights upstairs are still on.

Jiang Xiyu turned on the small light, changed his shoes, put the snacks in his hand on the cabinet, and was about to go back to his bedroom when, before his hand could even touch the doorknob, another pair of pale, slender hands touched the back of his hand.

The chill seeped into his skin, and a shadow fell over him, trapping him between the doorway and the warmth behind him.

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback by this sudden action, and her feet froze on the spot.

After a long while, receiving no response from him, the warmth from behind pressed even closer, and the gentle breaths traced the contours of Jiang Xiyu's ear.

Shang Shi lowered his head, his gaze slowly settling on their clasped hands, and the smile on his lips deepened unconsciously.

A small light hidden in the apartment ceiling cast a dim, warm glow, illuminating the shadows of the two people at the doorway.

He positioned the person lightly between himself and the door, a posture that created an intimate interplay of light and shadow.

Shang Shi looked at him, his chest trembling slightly, accompanied by a low chuckle that escaped from his nose: "Brother, you've finally decided to come back?"

He paused for a moment, then deliberately drew out his words, sounding both sorrowful and pitiful: "I've been waiting for you for so long."

Jiang Xiyu: "!"

After a long, deathly silence following this sudden, almost horror-movie-like greeting, Jiang Xiyu simply exploded on the spot.

"Snapped!"

He twisted his wrist, and with a burst of anger, slapped away the other hand that was covering his own, then cursed, "Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Are you looking for death?!"

"hiss."

A burning pain shot through the back of Shang Shi's hand, and he quickly withdrew his hand, pretending to feel pitiful as he touched it.

"Brother, I didn't mean to scare you."

Jiang Xiyu turned around and stared at him intently, wishing she could poke a hole in him. After a long while, she seemed to laugh out of anger: "I know."

He spoke each word as if he were gritting his teeth and spitting it out: "You didn't do it on purpose."

Shang Shi's eyes lit up, and the way she looked up at him was like a puppy wagging its tail.

"You fucking did this on purpose!!!"

Jiang Xiyu slapped him across the face.

Shang instinctively reached out to defend himself, but the slap brought a gust of wind that ruffled the hair hanging over his forehead and stopped just centimeters away from his face.

Jiang Xiyu, whose wrist was grabbed: (╬◣д◢)

Looking at the flickering firelight in Jiang Xiyu's eyes, Shang Shi hesitated for a few seconds, then gently pulled his hand and slapped it against his own face.

"Snapped."

A faint slapping sound, like swatting a mosquito, echoed in the apartment.

Shang Shi gave Jiang Xiyu a fawning smile: "Brother~ don't be angry, I was wrong."

As he spoke, he nuzzled Jiang Xiyu's palm affectionately with his face, like a puppy.

The skin that his palm was caressing felt smooth and warm, but Jiang Xiyu felt as if he had been burned by the heat. His face turned red with shame and anger, and he looked extremely ugly.

Jiang Xiyu's lips were pressed tightly together, and her other hand, hanging by her side, made a cracking sound.

He was absolutely furious. His hand recoiled, and he sneered, "I bet you don't want candy, you're fucking horny!!!"