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

Chapter 104 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [42

Lu's mother's birthday is a big event even in the entertainment industry.

On that day, the topic of Lu's mother's birthday never left the trending searches.

It's unclear where the fans got the information, but they somehow found out which restaurant Lu's mother and son were holding their birthday party at, so more and more people spontaneously started gathering outside the restaurant.

Lu Xingye seemed to be used to this kind of scene. He wore a mask and did not take Jiang Xiyu through the main entrance, but went to the underground parking garage.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the elevator door opened a crack, cameras started taking pictures.

The flash went off quickly, and Jiang Xiyu immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly closed the elevator doors again.

He hadn't expected these fans to be so crazy; some were even taking pictures in the underground parking garage.

He turned to look at Lu Xingye and found that Lu Xingye's complexion had become very bad, and even with a mask on, it was hard to hide.

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to press the next floor button again. After thinking for a moment, she took off the scarf around her neck and turned around to put it on Lu Xingye.

"What are you doing?" Lu Xingye asked, his voice muffled as he reached out and rummaged around.

“I’ll block you out. Even though those are Auntie’s fans, they might also want to take pictures of you.”

Lu Xingye lowered his eyes, cursed under his breath, and reached out to pull Jiang Xiyu's down jacket hood up and put it on him as well.

Fortunately, the hat was large enough to cover half of Jiang Xiyu's face.

As soon as the elevator returned to the basement level and the doors opened, Jiang Xiyu grabbed Lu Xingye and ran out.

The paparazzi, who were lurking in the underground parking garage, sensed something was wrong and quickly grabbed their belongings and gave chase.

The sound of running footsteps echoed in the air as Jiang Xiyu pulled Lu Xingye through the parked cars, his hat teetering on the verge of falling off with each movement.

Lu Xingye frowned. He actually wanted to remind Jiang Xiyu if she knew where the car was parked.

But seeing Jiang Xiyu desperately pulling him along, occasionally turning back to look at the people chasing them, a faint blush on her fair face, the light from the basement shining into her clear black and white eyes, and her breath turning into white mist, at that moment, Lu Xingye inexplicably didn't speak.

He only glanced at a luxury private car with indifference as he passed by.

Then he let Jiang Xiyu pull him out and hide in the bustling night.

The sweeping arc of the coat, like a swallow flying low, left the people with cameras behind it behind in the wind carrying fine snow.

The sound of the wind whistling past my ears, the crisp chill on my face, gradually faded away, and I could no longer feel the cold.

The night view was dazzling, and Lu Xingye could only hear the other person's breathing.

That familiar, sweet scent, Jiang Xiyu's unique aroma, seeped through the scarf and subtly entered Lu Xingye's nostrils, slowly filling his heart along with his blood, densely packed, bringing overwhelming throbbing and excitement wherever it went.

Jiang Xiyu pulled him along.

In fact, he didn't know where to run. Everyone who passed by cast curious glances at them. Jiang Xiyu didn't want to care, afraid that Lu Xingye would get lost, so she held his hand tightly.

Their palms were burning hot, and neither of them let go.

Lu Xingye didn't look where he was going at all; his gaze was fixed on Jiang Xiyu, and then he ran after him without a care in the world.

He felt great; it was a freedom and joy he had never experienced before.

Lu Xingye suddenly smiled and called out Jiang Xiyu softly.

Jiang Xiyu heard this, turned around and saw that he had shaken off the person, so he slowed down a little and finally stopped to catch his breath.

Lu Xingye chuckled softly, his voice trembling from the exertion of running.

He asked, "Jiang Xiyu, are you eloping with me?"

Jiang Xiyu thought she had misheard, and held her breath, silently turning her back to Lu Xingye, as if she hadn't recovered yet.

Lu Xingye was getting impatient as he waited for a response.

He was about to reach out and turn the person who was facing away from him around, but Jiang Xiyu turned around first and looked up at him.

His hat covered his eyes, revealing only his chin and pale red lips.

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips and gently asked him, "If so, is that alright?"

Every word was spoken slowly, but it hit my heart hard.

The weight made Lu Xingye subconsciously forget to breathe.

He remained silent for a while, his eyelids lifting and falling indifferently several times. After staring at Jiang Xiyu for a long time, he finally spoke, his words more hard than his heart: "No."

After he finished speaking, his fingertips trembled slightly, a tremor that was both genuine and unbearable.

Jiang Xiyu was rejected.

He lowered his eyes somewhat dejectedly, his expression completely obscured by the shadow of his hat.

It's like a person drowning in water, just before they start to suffocate, when suddenly the other person offers them a life-saving olive branch.

Lu Xingye told him that eloping was not allowed, but after saying "not allowed," he drew out the word "however"...

But what?

Elopement is not allowed.

So what is acceptable?

Jiang Xiyu suddenly looked up, and his hat fell off, revealing his bewildered face.

He asked, "But what?"

Her eyes, which were filled with anticipation and trepidation, looked at Lu Xingye.

Fine snowflakes fell from the sky onto his long, thick eyelashes. The glistening snowflakes, along with his habitual blinking motion, melted into water, and seemed to melt into his eyes as well.

Lu Xingye felt his face inexplicably flush as he was stared at by those wet, piercing gazes.

He vaguely felt that it was because of the scarf.

Jiang Xiyu had wrapped himself up too tightly, which was why he felt a little... breathless.

Despite the difficulty, he didn't manage to pull the scarf off.

He didn't really want Jiang Xiyu to see his face, because it, like what he was about to say, made him very embarrassed.

The young master was extremely conflicted and remained silent for a long time without giving Jiang Xiyu an answer.

Jiang Xiyu wasn't in a hurry, so he waited until his neck started to ache from looking up at him.

Just as he couldn't bear it any longer and lowered his head to move, Lu Xingye's voice suddenly drifted over on the wind.

"Jiang Xiyu, let's give it a try."

That voice was somewhat low and deep.

Jiang Xiyu stiffened his neck, and his throat moved very slowly.

His gaze met Lu Xingye's dark eyes, and when their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu's heart skipped a beat.

Give it a try...

"Try what..." Jiang Xiyu murmured uncertainly, repeating it over and over.

Lu Xingye thought he hadn't heard clearly, and glared at him angrily.

After a long silence, suppressing his shame, anger, and frustration at being questioned again, he said in a terrible tone, "Don't pretend you don't know the answer!"

Jiang Xiyu, not understanding why, went along with him: "Okay, Brother Xingye, I won't ask."

That expression and tone of voice, why did it seem like he hadn't heard?

Lu Xingye was absolutely furious, feeling like white smoke was billowing from his head.

He cursed Jiang Xiyu for being stupid hundreds of times in his heart, but finally couldn't bear it any longer and ripped off the scarf covering his head.

Lu Xingye reached out and gripped Jiang Xiyu's shoulders tightly, his ears burning red, and repeated to him a second time, filled with shame and indignation: "I said, let's try! We can talk first!"

Jiang Xiyu remained silent.

Lu Xingye was so angry that he leaned down and whispered in his ear, nearly killing him.

His ears turned bright red, and he cursed angrily, "Damn it, I fucking said we'd try dating, I'll date you, Jiang Xiyu!!!"

"I can fucking be your boyfriend! Got it?!"

Jiang Xiyu didn't react immediately, and Lu Xingye's confession had completely angered him. He grabbed Jiang Xiyu's shoulders and shook him violently, shaking him to death!

Jiang Xiyu was like a sapling being ravaged by a demon king in a torrential downpour. He realized he had gone too far and pleaded, "I, I know, please, please stop shaking me, I'm so dizzy..."

"I understand, I understand, Xingye-ge, please forgive me..."

He said he understood!

Do you understand?

The young master was overcome with embarrassment after confessing his feelings and immediately cried out that he was doomed!

Lu Xingye immediately felt uncomfortable, as if he had thorns growing all over his body.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and much later, he reluctantly compromised on his impulsive actions.

He spoke each word with harsh words, warning him through gritted teeth: "Jiang Xiyu, you're the best, you love me to death."