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

Chapter 106 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [44

Lu Xingye pretended to have a dark expression and cursed, "Damn it, what's wrong with this lousy driver? The banquet is about to start, and he still hasn't come to pick me up."

"And this snow, it just keeps falling day after day, it's so annoying."

"It's freezing! Jiang Xiyu, my head is so cold. Quickly wrap it up for me, what if someone sees it?"

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

This topic is quite broad, and someone seems very shy about it.

Jiang Xiyu nodded and said, "Okay."

Lu Xingye closed his eyes briefly, but the faint blush on his face wouldn't go away.

He lowered his head, somewhat reluctant to let Jiang Xiyu see him.

He pretended not to look at Jiang Xiyu, but his peripheral vision kept drifting upwards.

Sure enough, when people have a strong feeling, they will subconsciously find things to do and pretend to be very busy.

Jiang Xiyu chuckled silently, forcing herself to remain expressionless as she carefully wrapped the scarf around Lu Xingye, leaving only his dark and deep eyes exposed.

Lu Xingye glared at him, his voice deep and resonant: "If you dare to laugh, you're dead."

Since you can't see the expression on his face, his words don't sound very intimidating.

Jiang Xiyu obediently shook her head, indicating that she wouldn't laugh.

Lu Xingye then hummed in satisfaction and loosened the scarf a little.

He wanted to ask Jiang Xiyu why he was wrapped up so tightly; it was really too hot for him.

Only when a slight chill seeped in from under the loosened scarf did the embarrassing heat subside a little.

She's gone mad again; what kind of nonsense is she spouting?

Lu Xingye cursed inwardly.

He was unaware that he had scolded himself many times that day.

He only felt that wearing the scarf made him even hotter.

The two stood in silence for a while, then Jiang Xiyu tried to take his hand again.

Lu Xingye scoffed and raised his hand slightly.

Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Lu Xingye's free left hand was not easy to hold, so Jiang Xiyu moved closer to him, held it for him, and put the phone to Lu Xingye's ear.

The caller ID showed "unknown," so Jiang Xiyu didn't know who it was.

However, he was close enough to vaguely hear that they were asking where Lu Xingye was.

Lu Xingye's expression cooled down, and he instructed them to wait not far away.

After hanging up the phone, he turned his head and glanced at Jiang Xiyu's face, asking him in a rather serious tone, "Do you want to come with me?"

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat surprised.

Go to the Lu residence?

Can he go?

Lu Xingye noticed his question, tightened his grip on Jiang Xiyu's hand, and said, "No need to go in, wait for me in the car."

It's just a formality; it won't take long.

Jiang Xiyu agreed: "Okay."

Lu Xingye snorted unhappily, "So reluctant?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled and shook her head: "No, no, I'm willing to wait however long it takes."

Lu Xingye chuckled softly, "You're so clingy, Jiang Xiyu."

"..."

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips, gave a perfunctory "hmm," and took the blame.

Lu Xingye's mood improved.

He held Jiang Xiyu's hand for a while, walking slowly. Only when he vaguely saw the car parked not far away did he turn his head to glance at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu tacitly released his grip.

The driver stood outside the car with his back to them, and only turned around when he heard footsteps approaching. When he saw Jiang Xiyu standing behind Lu Xingye, the surprise in his eyes was only momentary, and he then considerately opened the car door for them.

The rear seats of the carriage are a completely private space.

Lu Xingye took off his scarf, and the redness on his skin had faded.

He straightened his collar, his expression blank. His silhouette reflected in the car window looked both noble and aloof.

The gaze fixed on his face was impossible to ignore. Without even turning his head, Lu Xingye said, "Why are you staring at me?"

Jiang Xiyu blinked lightly, afraid that if her gaze lingered too long, Lu Xingye would feel uncomfortable, so she shifted her gaze slightly and stopped at the car window.

The neon lights outside blurred the outline of the car window.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes started to sting from watching.

Lu Xingye raised his hand, found a comfortable position to rest his elbow on, and then propped his chin up as if he wasn't looking at him.

Jiang Xiyu became bolder and turned her gaze back to the present.

After a while, Lu Xingye asked him, "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Jiang Xiyu unconsciously pursed his lips, moistened them with the tip of his tongue, and said, "It's just your hair, Xingye-ge, your hair is a bit messy."

The hair was statically charged by the scarf, and it was messy and disheveled, giving it a kind of unrestrained beauty.

However, it would be somewhat impolite to attend a dinner party like that.

Lu Xingye didn't seem to care much: "Do you know how to do it?"

"Less likely."

"You do it."

The moment Jiang Xiyu spoke, Lu Xingye also spoke at almost the same time.

Jiang Xiyu: "I might not be able to do it well."

Lu Xingye became slightly irritated: "Then come here after staring at me for so long."

Jiang Xiyu did not move.

Lu Xingye's gaze never left his face. After a while, his voice softened a little: "Come and help me with this, Jiang Xiyu."

Jiang Xiyu was completely unable to resist such tenderness.

The next second, she stood up slightly, straddled the center console with her long legs, and very naturally sat on Lu Xingye's lap. Before doing so, she asked, "What if I do something wrong?"

Lu Xingye laughed, mimicking Jiang Xiyu's tone, and teased, "Didn't you just say so confidently that you would dress me up carefully every day?"

"Okay, I will try my best." Jiang Xiyu encouraged herself, her slender, bamboo-like hands stroking Lu Xingye's beautiful iris-blue hair.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but praise, "This hair color is really beautiful. I asked the hairdresser, and he said it will still look great even when the color fades."

Lu Xingye lifted his eyelids and asked teasingly, "Will you make it fade?"

Jiang Xiyu said very seriously, "I won't let it fall that fast."

"I will take good care of Xingye's hair and try to make it last as long as possible."

If you don't take good care of your hair after dyeing, the color will fade quickly, and your hair will also easily become dry.

In the past, after Lu Xingye dyed his hair, there would be a professional hairdresser in the villa to maintain it for him.

Now that Jiang Xiyu had brought up the topic, Lu Xingye naturally received another promise from him.

A feather-like touch came from his hair, and Lu Xingye lowered his head to make it easier for him to do it.

In this position, he could directly see Jiang Xiyu's Adam's apple subtly moving with each breath.

Lu Xingye's lips were only a fraction of an inch away from that sharp curve.

When Jiang Xiyu ran her fingers along the back of his head, a warm touch lingered on his throat, almost imperceptibly. She couldn't tell if it was the other person's breath or something else. It swept over very lightly, accompanied by Lu Xingye's low, husky voice.

"Jiang Xiyu, don't use your fingers so hard."

Lu Xingye said it on purpose, as if his scalp had been tugged.

Jiang Xiyu didn't realize that she had grabbed his hair, so she quickly let go and said, "Sorry, Xingye-ge, I hurt you."

"Yes, I prefer someone gentler."