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

Chapter 118 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [56

After dinner, the people present gradually left.

Song Qingming was the last to leave. Before he left, he asked Lu Xingye with a complicated expression, "Brother Lu, are you serious?"

Lu Xingye didn't even look up or answer him directly. He simply said in a low voice, "Don't invite me to these kinds of gatherings in the future."

The answer was irrelevant, and for someone like Lu Xingye, Song Qingming understood almost immediately.

He said nothing more, and as he walked out of the private room, he looked back at the two people left behind through the gradually closing gap.

Lu Xingye lifted the person onto his lap and sat facing him.

From Song Qingming's perspective, all he could see was that fair neck being held in someone's hand. Then, when the surroundings fell silent, Lu Xingye controlled him and gave him a deep, intimate kiss.

The door to the private room closed completely at that moment.

Lu Xingye touched his nose to his and called his name very softly, her tone inexplicably gentle: "Jiang Xiyu."

Jiang Xiyu was a little drunk, and the kiss had made him a bit dazed. He remained silent for a while before slightly opening his moist eyes and replying, "Hmm?"

Lu Xingye's fingers were still nestled in his soft hair, and he gently rubbed it when he heard the sound.

He looked down at Jiang Xiyu for a long time before asking, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Jiang Xiyu thought he was referring to the wine, and after a moment of hesitation, shook his head and said, "I don't feel unwell."

The wine was chosen to be very mild, not very strong.

Jiang Xiyu felt a little dizzy. He knew it was because he had a really low alcohol tolerance and it was his own fault.

But Lu Xingye's question was not about wine.

He stared intently at Jiang Xiyu, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Jiang Xiyu didn't notice anything, she just felt her face was hot.

He hesitated for a moment, loosened his grip on Lu Xingye's shoulder, then took Lu Xingye's hand that was on his waist and slowly stroked his face.

It was cool and refreshing, which relieved his discomfort very well.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't resist rubbing her face against him affectionately.

Lu Xingye's smile had vanished; he stared intently at the face so close to his.

Much later, he held Jiang Xiyu's head and pulled him to bury his face in his shoulder.

Her heart was already completely softened, and many emotions were stirred up by Jiang Xiyu's affectionate and adoring actions.

The emotion was intense, flowing from the blood into the heart and eventually spreading throughout the body.

Lu Xingye had never experienced this before, but at this moment he felt that the person on his body had suddenly and silently become his everything.

He was born with everything.

Everyone says he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but that's not what he wanted. What he wanted, he never got.

As a child, Lu Xingye wanted something simple: his parents' love, but he didn't get it.

Now, Lu Xingye finally wants to say "I love you" again.

It seems that he doesn't even need to reach out; someone will offer him a sincere heart, giving it to him with great enthusiasm and sincerity, and giving him all their love.

That person was Jiang Xiyu.

His love was like a stream, seemingly insignificant compared to all the affection Lu Xingye had ever received—like the difference between a stream and the ocean.

It was precisely this unremarkable thing that, day after day, transformed from a shallow stream into a raging river, eventually merging into the sea, waiting for a certain moment to stir up a monstrous wave in Lu Xingye's heart.

Even though it surges like ocean waves when it rolls up, it feels as warm and gentle as flowing water when it hits Lu Xingye.

The stream finally softened that person completely with all its might.

Lu Xingye had completely resigned himself to his fate; he had fallen into a terrible predicament.

He held Jiang Xiyu in his arms and buried his head in Jiang's shoulder, very, very deep.

For some reason, in this place, he suddenly remembered that day.

He had severely humiliated the man and almost killed him.

It must have been very painful; Jiang Xiyu was in so much pain that she couldn't straighten her back.

He curled up on the ground, becoming a laughing stock in everyone's eyes, yet he still looked at himself cautiously, with those eyes, as if trying to please him.

All the bad things he used to avoid about Jiang Xiyu, his willfulness and bad temper, all turned into sharp needles as he recalled that kick when he revisited the old place, silently piercing Lu Xingye's heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

Lu Xingye lowered his proud head. In this deep and profound love, he admitted his shortcomings, admitted his inadequacy, and admitted that he really... had made a mistake.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

Jiang Xiyu sensed it and gently patted his back to help him catch his breath.

It felt like countless times, like petting that proud cat.

He turned his head slightly, kissed Lu Xingye's neck, and asked in a muffled tone, "What's wrong?"

“Jiang Xiyu…” Lu Xingye’s voice suddenly became very low and hoarse.

Jiang Xiyu noticed, but still smiled and replied, "Mhm."

Lu Xingye gripped his shoulders and lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed.

He hadn't drunk much, nor was he drunk, but his eyes were even redder than Jiang Xiyu's.

He gazed at Jiang Xiyu silently for a long while, then spoke each word with great emphasis and difficulty: "I'm sorry."

Those three words sounded somewhat unfamiliar to him, accompanied by a different kind of emotion building up in his heart.

In an instant, the shards of light refracted by the crystal above his head slowly rose in his eyes.

He didn't know why this belated apology felt so bittersweet. So bittersweet that he...wanted to cry.

Jiang Xiyu seemed to have completely sobered up.

He stared blankly at Lu Xingye, unwilling to blink.

Lu Xingye was afraid he hadn't heard, so he repeated to him very seriously, "I'm sorry."

"Jiang Xiyu, I'm sorry."

It was his fault; he didn't fall in love with this very, very good person sooner.

Jiang Xiyu is not stupid at all. The stupidest person is probably him. He is too stupid.

He learned clumsily, but fortunately, with Jiang Xiyu's patience, he really did learn it.

For the young master, those words that he once thought were difficult to say no longer seem so difficult.

Lu Xingye's forehead was pressed against Jiang Xiyu's, and his eyes were very close to Jiang Xiyu's, as if their hearts were also so close, closer than ever before.

He dropped his stubbornness and said sincerely, "Jiang Xiyu, I like you."

In that brief pause, he closed his eyes, his voice lowered and filled with resignation: "Maybe... I've fallen in love with you too."

For Lu Xingye, liking and love are things that are hard to come by.

He has too much, so he always keeps quiet.

He received a very strict education, so deep down he is actually a self-centered egoist.

On the day his parents divorced, Lu's father stood there and murmured a sentence: "Sincerity is the easiest thing to be ruined."

If you don't want to be ruined, then never give it away.

Then, throughout the years of love-hate relationship between his parents, Lu Xingye always remembered this sentence very clearly.

He didn't want to become like Lu's father, nor would he allow his feelings to be like that.

But now, he really couldn't wait to tell Jiang Xiyu all the unspeakable feelings in his heart, and to offer his sincere heart to him without regard for the consequences.

I want to tell him: You win, I've fallen in love with you.

So, Jiang Xiyu, you absolutely mustn't let me lose...

The night outside the window is dark, without moon or stars, like a game of chess with no end in sight.

No one made a move, yet someone readily conceded defeat.