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Given that Yan Liang had finally been calmed by Qin Jiang, and Yan Liang’s condition was now of primary importance.
Zhou Ning quickly signaled to Qin Jiang to take Ms. Liang back to Liangyue Manor first.
The rest could be handled after Ms. Liang sobered up.
Of course, Zhou Ning also felt that if Qin Jiang and Ms. Liang stayed here any longer, Yan Han wouldn’t just continue being tormented — he might not even hang on for his last breath.
The prerequisite for torturing him was, of course, that he’s alive.
As for Yan Han, he had to be rushed to the ICU for emergency treatment before Mr. Qin’s grand plan could be carried out.
Back at Liangyue Manor.
Qin Jiang didn’t use sweet talk to coax Yan Liang into calming down. He simply held her tightly and silently.
After two hours, Yan Liang finally fell asleep in his arms.
Qin Jiang looked down at Young Mistress Yan’s peaceful sleeping face — so innocent and harmless. Only now did she seem like a twenty-year-old girl, her purity and innocence so unadulterated.
As he stared at her, Qin Jiang reached out and gently tidied Yan Liang’s disheveled hair.
He looked at her dirty professional outfit.
Qin Jiang couldn’t help frowning. He bent over, laid Yan Liang on the wide bed, and began carefully unbuttoning her.
Button by button, he moved cautiously.
Afraid of waking his yandere wife who had finally fallen asleep.
The more buttons he undid, the more Qin Jiang realized how exquisite his wife’s figure was — almost like the exaggerated, extreme waist-to-hip ratios in comics.
She looked slim in clothes, but without them… that was certainly something to behold!!
Ugh, ugh! He’s just changing Yanyan’s clothes — what dirty thoughts was he having?
Qin Jiang scolded his filthy thoughts while his hands didn’t slack off.
After all, he’s touching his own wife.
No guilt at all!
After finally taking off Yan Liang’s shirt and pulling down the zipper of her pencil skirt, a new problem arose.
Th- these stockings…
Take them off… or rip them off!!
This was a question worth thinking about.
After all, the Young Mistress’s clothes had always been high-end couture and worn only once.
Even if they were torn, it wouldn’t matter.
It’s just — would he be too wicked if he did that?
Qin Jiang couldn’t help but agonize. Thinking this, he grabbed the blanket and wrapped Yan Liang up.
Forget it… he couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
Just as he was about to leave, a long leg hooked around his waist. “Jiang, why stop?”
The woman who had just looked innocently asleep now squinted, lazily and with interest, at him.
Like a leisurely yet domineering big white lion!!
As if everything were under her control.
And he… was the Young Mistress’s prey, her only prey.
“Ahem… a-a misunderstanding! It’s a misunderstanding!!”
“Yanyan, you’re not well today, let’s conserve our strength, okay?”
Qin Jiang forced a smile, inwardly thinking, “I can’t handle this.”
Besides, he had to take care of Yanyan’s body. On the way back, Zhou Ning had hinted that Yanyan’s health was poor now.
And Qin Jiang remembered it clearly.
Yan Liang’s condition did worsen in later stages. It was likely these were only the early symptoms, and as time goes on… her condition would only deteriorate.
Until death!!
Qin Jiang couldn’t help worrying. He had indeed studied medicine under Qin family’s second sister Qin Muyun, and had also inherited his second uncle’s teachings.
He believed that in Chinese medicine, a pulse diagnosis can reveal what ailments a person has.
On the first night after his rebirth that he spent with Yan Liang, he had quietly taken her pulse — surprisingly there were no abnormalities.
It was clearly just the pulse of a normal person, albeit on the weaker side.
He thought it was normal because he knew Yan Liang suffered from severe insomnia and bipolar disorder, so her pulse should be weaker than a normal person’s.
Thus, he prepared all the TCM healing techniques he’d learned and arranged medicinal meals to nourish Yanyan’s body.
Yanyan’s recent condition clearly looked much better.
But this time, he took her pulse again.
He clearly felt Yan Liang’s pulse was a few degrees weaker than the last time he checked.
Not obvious, but Qin Jiang noticed.
He had once, with Qin Muyun and his second uncle, overcome countless difficult ailments, but this was the first time he’d seen such a strange disease with no overt symptoms…
Qin Jiang couldn’t help feeling somewhat frustrated.
But, he was determined to save Yanyan!!
“Mm… okay, I’ll do what Jiang says.”
Yan Liang’s lips paled as she obediently nestled into Qin Jiang’s arms.
“Jiang, continue taking off my stockings…”
“They’re uncomfortable to wear.”
Yan Liang suddenly spoke again in Qin Jiang’s arms, mischievous, concealing the yandere Young Mistress’s little thoughts.
She just liked teasing Jiang, watching his ear tips flush for her, then leaning in to kiss and nibble his earlobe.
Soft, scorching hot.
So unbearably cute.
She always had boundless interest in Qin Jiang.
“…Mm.”
“Shall I help you?”
Qin Jiang was a little flustered. His hands simply dove into the blanket and in the dark helped Yanyan undress.
But as he groped around, a long leg, like a nimble snake, brushed his arm, making his ear tips even redder.
Damn! It seemed he’d been toyed with by his yandere wife again.
But… as long as she’s happy.
In the end, the stockings finally rolled under the bed, and Qin Jiang was pulled back onto the bed by Yan Liang as they embraced and fell asleep.
“Jiang, if one day I die.”
“Will you be buried with me?”
“We’ll lie embraced like this, whether on the bed or in the coffin… never to be separated~”
Qin Jiang closed his eyes and lightly kissed Yan Liang’s forehead.
“Okay.”
“I’ll stay with Yanyan, forever and ever.”
Yanyan… you have no idea, but that was exactly how it was in our past life.
Until death, we were embracing each other!!
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