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

Chapter 140 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [78

Lu Xingye cupped his face and told him that this was not a dream.

He gently wiped away his tears, and although he pretended to be fierce, his eyes were even redder than Jiang Xiyu's.

He said, "You are not allowed to take them off from now on."

Jiang Xiyu hummed a few times, hugged him again, and buried her face in Lu Xingye's arms.

Tears soaked his clothes, leaving smudges.

Lu Xingye helplessly patted his head and comforted him in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry."

Jiang Xiyu said with a nasal tone, "These are tears of happiness."

Lu Xingye couldn't stop him from crying, so after a while, he made up an excuse that he was hungry.

Jiang Xiyu then stopped crying tears of happiness, feeling somewhat annoyed that he had cried too much, and quickly pulled Lu Xingye back to the bedside.

The bowl of porridge was no longer hot, and Jiang Xiyu wanted to take it away and warm it up for him again.

Lu Xingye took his hand and said it was okay.

Jiang Xiyu insisted on reheating it for him.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Lu Xingye rubbed his forehead and tried to calmly express his true feelings: "I don't want you to go down. Stay."

Jiang Xiyu heard clearly, and somewhat embarrassed, he picked up his bowl and sat down on the edge of the bed, following Lu Xingye's pull.

Lu Xingye waited for a long time but Jiang Xiyu didn't feed him. When he reached out to drink the porridge himself, Jiang Xiyu refused.

He still wouldn't allow Lu Xingye to eat the cold porridge.

Seeing this, Lu Xingye thought he was still going to go down and heat up the porridge. The thought of Jiang Xiyu leaving, even for a moment, made him want to go crazy.

He hesitated for a moment, then said calmly, "Give me the porridge. Are you trying to starve me?"

"No, this is cold, your stomach will feel uncomfortable later." Jiang Xiyu tilted the bowl of porridge to the side, not wanting Lu Xingye to get it.

Lu Xingye never eats properly. Even yesterday, the doctor said he had low blood sugar and needed to supplement his nutrition.

Jiang Xiyu kept it in mind.

But that doesn't mean he's willing to let Lu Xingye eat cold food.

If food gets cold in winter, then it's really cold.

Jiang Xiyu was worried about his stomach and refused to comply no matter what.

Lu Xingye grabbed his arm, holding on tightly without pulling.

Finally, Jiang Xiyu made a suggestion: "Why don't we call the housekeeper and ask him to bring a bowl up?"

Lu Xingye reluctantly agreed.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

Jiang Xiyu went to open the door, only to find that it was not the housekeeper who brought the porridge, but Lu's mother.

Lu's mother peered into the bedroom with some concern, then froze when she saw Jiang Xiyu's red eyes.

Jiang Xiyu felt extremely embarrassed by the stares. After a moment's thought, he decided to let Lu's mother open the door for him.

However, Lu's mother shook her head and refused. She smiled gently at Jiang Xiyu and gave him the porridge.

Actually, Lu's mother had just overheard the housekeeper taking a phone call downstairs, which is why she wanted to come up and deliver the porridge to Xingye herself.

Knowing that he was willing to eat made her, as his mother, very happy.

Although they didn't know what had just happened between the two of them to make Jiang Xiyu cry like this.

But the fact that Lu Xingye was willing to eat proved that there shouldn't be any major problems between them.

Sure enough, the next second Lu's mother heard a urging voice coming from the bedroom.

"Jiang Xiyu, how long are you going to stand at the door? Hurry up and come over here!"

This tone was completely different from the cold and taciturn manner of the previous two days.

For a moment, Lu's mother couldn't believe it, but after she realized what was happening, she urged Jiang Xiyu to go inside.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and nodded, then turned and went inside, closing the door behind her.

As the door closed, tiny slivers of light entered Lu's mother's eyes.

She stared blankly at the closed door for a moment, then immediately realized what it was.

He pressed himself against the door, trying to hear something from inside the bedroom.

Unfortunately, the bedroom was too soundproof, and she couldn't hear anything. She sighed in disappointment, but then smiled happily.

That's great.

Her son seems to have reverted back to his old self.

Mrs. Lu went downstairs satisfied.

In the bedroom, Jiang Xiyu was feeding Lu Xingye spoonful by spoonful, and would occasionally blow on the food to cool it down.

After taking a sip, Lu Xingye reached for a spoon.

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat puzzled.

Lu Xingye pursed his lips, a faint blush rising on his fair face, and said in a slightly stiff tone, "I'll feed you."

He knew that if Jiang Xiyu were to take care of him, she would definitely neglect her own health.

In addition, he woke up early today and found that the flowers by his bedside had been changed.

It's obvious without even thinking that Jiang Xiyu did all of this, from arranging flowers to cooking porridge, as if she doesn't know the meaning of the word "tired".

Lu Xingye grabbed his hand, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and held it to his lips.

Jiang Xiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't refuse and obediently ate it.

We finished the bowl of porridge by taking turns eating it bite by bite.

Jiang Xiyu put down the bowl, looked at the broken vase on the ground, squatted down and carefully picked up the flowers, then cleaned up the mess, afraid that Lu Xingye would step on the shards.

Lu Xingye looked at the water-soaked flowers lying on the bedside table. After a long while, he softly defended himself, "I didn't mean to."

He didn't break the vase on purpose, nor did he intentionally knock the flowers away.

Jiang Xiyu knew that after finishing her business, she sat down by his bedside and said, "It's okay, I'll go and get a new vase later and put it back on for you."

As he spoke, he smiled at Lu Xingye, his eyes shining brightly: "From now on, I will never let Xingye-ge's flowers wither."

Lu Xingye stared at him intently for a long time before finally humming in response.

A dozen seconds later, he composed himself, moved his body slightly to the side, and patted the spot next to him, signaling Jiang Xiyu to come up.

Jiang Xiyu's heart seemed to have fully recovered, and it was beating very fast.

He took off his shoes and coat, climbed into bed, and then took the initiative to hug Lu Xingye.

Jiang Xiyu rested her chin on his shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a very soft "thank you."

Thank you for being willing to forgive yourself.

Lu Xingye chuckled faintly for a moment, then hugged him back.

Their body heat warmed each other, and he leaned against Lu Xingye's chest, looking at the ring on his hand, somewhat reluctant to let go.

But Lu Xingye insisted on holding his hand tightly, so he could only look at the ring and then at Lu Xingye's hand.

Seeing the mark on Lu Xingye's ring finger, a hint of regret welled up in Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

However, he quickly adjusted and felt that he could do better.

Lu Xingye kissed Jiang Xiyu's forehead and told him that the ring hadn't been lost; he had hidden it.

Jiang Xiyu wanted to take it, but Lu Xingye wouldn't let her.

In the end, Jiang Xiyu had to coax him for a long time before she finally got him to reveal where the ring was.

Lu Xingye placed it under his pillow, and Jiang Xiyu took it, intending to put it on him.

Before putting it on, Lu Xingye pressed his forehead against his and said, "You have to love me a lot for me to allow you to put it on me."

Jiang Xiyu smiled, cupped Lu Xingye's face in her hands, and showered him with tender kisses from his forehead to his chin, her voice soft and loving: "I love you, I love you, I love you so much..."

After repeating it countless times, Jiang Xiyu finally ran out of breath.

Lu Xingye's heart was gripped tightly, as if it were immersed in a jar of honey; he thought those three words sounded incredibly beautiful.

Jiang Xiyu murmured for a long time before Lu Xingye slowly reached out his hand in front of her.

Just like on his birthday when Jiang Xiyu put a ring on his finger, he raised his ring finger, his arrogant expression as always, as if he had become that noble princess and the pea again.

This time, instead of asking Jiang Xiyu to put it on him, she ordered him: "Propose to me."