Chapter 113: Sweets Included! Missing Yanyan

Bai Chuchu could hardly believe she was seeing Qin Jiang here — wasn’t he always locked at home by Aunt Yan Liang before, never getting the chance to show his face?

Hah, men are all the same — now that she refused to pay him any mind, he still risked getting beaten in order to catch a glimpse of her.

Thinking that, a flash of smugness crossed Bai Chuchu’s eyes.

But it wouldn’t be so easy for Qin Jiang to coax her back.

Bai Chuchu thought very highly of herself.

“Qin Jiang? Isn’t that brat your top bootlicker? What, now he dares to not show you proper respect?”

“Don’t worry, Chuchu. When I see him, I’ll have someone beat him into a pig’s head to vent for you.”

“Alright, my good Chuchu, don’t be angry. I’ll take you to the VIP area to rest.”

“Fengmingxuan is one of my father’s businesses, and it cooperates a lot with my uncle’s Pincai Arthouse.”

“It’s mostly my people here — with me around, not even the emperor would dare bully you.“

Wu Yu was basically the local big shot here.

He escorted Bai Chuchu through the socialites with great face, fully flattering her and satisfying her vanity.

The route to the VIP seats just happened to pass by Qin Jiang.

Bai Chuchu deliberately linked arms with Young Master Wu and arrogantly walked past Qin Jiang…

Qin Jiang didn’t even glance at the trash drifting past. Clutching his phone, he was having a long phone call with Yan Liang.

“Yanyan, I’m at the Fengmingxuan auction tonight. When you’re done, go to bed first, okay?”

“I’ve already prepared the medicinal stew in advance. When you get home Butler Xu will bring it up. You must drink it all obediently.”

Qin Jiang gave instructions anxiously. He always worried about Yanyan’s health. This time, he came to the Fengmingxuan auction hoping to secure an herb beneficial to Yanyan — the man-head ginseng, a very special type of ginseng.

At present, apart from deep mountain forests, there were fewer than three living specimens of this herb in the country.

It was also a primary ingredient he used to make his scar-removing ointment and beauty cream.

He had often ventured into dangerous mountains to harvest it, risking life and limb, and nearly had his face ruined by the toxin of wild man-head ginseng.

Its cosmetic effect relied on “fighting poison with poison” — if the dosage was controlled, it was an excellent herb to restore youthful skin.

But if the dose was too small or too strong, it could cause facial pus and risk permanent disfigurement.

Of course, when wild man-head ginseng was refined with special methods, the essential oil massaged onto Yanyan’s body could prolong life and help maintain optimal figure and skin.

Qin Jiang wanted one of those plants to cultivate in his own nursery, build his own production line, and better maintain Yanyan’s health and detoxify her skin…

All of this was based on Qin Jiang repeatedly using himself as a test subject to find the best dosage ratios.

It so happened that he had made thirty jars of medicinal cosmetic balm that morning, and the core ingredient, wild man-head ginseng, had been used up.

This one plant was too important, and it was easy for inexperienced people to mistake a fake one for a real one.

Therefore, he had to come tonight.

“I don’t want that, Jiang… I can only fall asleep hugging you.”

Yan Liang stood at the entrance of a private prison, holding a blood-red barbed long whip, her long legs and slim waist alluring.

Tonight she wore a gothic lolita dress. Her long legs were wrapped with crisscrossed black silk straps, the elaborate skirt maximally dark in style.

Zhou Ning, standing behind her, had an expression that couldn’t be described as anything but stunned.

Good heavens!

Mr. Qin wasn’t here to stop her, so the Young Mistress’s terrifying acts would never come to an end — they simply wouldn’t stop…

Her red lips curled seductively in a coquettish tone, yet in this dark forest under the almost orange-red moonlight it felt sinister.

Yan Liang wore an old-European aristocratic red-and-black hat, black lace gloves covering the Young Mistress’s delicate fingers.

Elegant and noble, yet as if she could flash pale fangs at any moment.

And at this moment, the ghostly, cold-blooded Young Mistress held her phone, her tone sweet and clingy as she coquetted…

Zhou Ning shivered silently. This contrast! He was a bit unable to take it.

On Qin Jiang’s end, hearing his yandere wife Yanyan’s soft, coquettish tone made his bones feel like they were melting.

“Be good, Yanyan. I’ll be back very soon.”

“I’ll come back and hold my wife to sleep…”

Qin Jiang spoke a little embarrassedly. Feeling shy, he covered the phone and tried to find a private corner to continue the call.

As he brushed past, he didn’t notice Bai Chuchu intentionally preening as she walked by him.

Bai Chuchu was shocked.

Hah, Qin Jiang had learned to play hard to get too!

Good, very good!!

Qin Jiang found a less crowded floor-to-ceiling window, pressed his fingertip to the glass, and his voice took on a hoarseness as he spoke.

“Just holding me to sleep?”

“Jiang… this won’t satisfy me.”

“You know I want all of you, even if you have to undress and hug me.”

“If you don’t do something about it, Yanyan won’t be able to sleep either.“

Yan Liang’s voice was a bit hoarse, with a hint of seductiveness.

What she said was even X-rated.

After all, aside from Zhou Ning as the only living person nearby, there was only a pile of dried bones.

Who was she being modest for??

Qin Jiang hadn’t expected his wife’s tone to get so risqué — not only did the tips of his ears flush, but his neck also blushed pink.

Mhm… her words got even more risqué.

The fingertips holding the phone also turned faintly pink. If Yan Liang saw this, what would happen?

In a minute she’ll tear him apart and swallow him whole!!

“Ahem… ahem, Yanyan, stop talking nonsense.”

“When have I not cooperated with you? If baby wants chains, I’m willing to let you…”

Qin Jiang really couldn’t continue — after all, this call was in a public place.

Even though he knew others couldn’t hear Yanyan’s provocative boundary-crossing words, he still couldn’t stop his heart racing and he cupped a hand over the phone.

“Hmm, is my Jiang feeling wronged?”

“In that case, next time I’ll have Jiang use chains to tie up Yanyan…?”

“Okay?”

Yan Liang took on an obedient posture. At this moment her eyes were clear and pure, filled with unspeakable lingering affection.

She truly wanted to return to Liangyue Manor right now, hold Jiang tightly, and greedily draw in every bit of his scent.

But… she still had important matters to attend to.

That long-paralyzed old thing — as his daughter, she honestly hadn’t visited him in a long time…

“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore.”

“While I’m away, you must miss Yanyan, okay?”

Yan Liang’s eyes were full of doting affection, a warm feeling in stark contrast to the dark, cold night.

Zhou Ning sighed. It was another tragic day for those who were single.

“I miss you.”

Warmth spread in Qin Jiang’s eyes: every minute, every second, he was thinking of her.

Those three short words were like being wrapped in a honey pot — so sweet.

He so wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to see her with a smile in her eyes.

He wanted, wanted so much… to spend a lifetime hand in hand with Yanyan.

“Yanyan, I love you.”

Qin Jiang spoke from his heart. The tips of his ears were so hot they could boil an egg.

He quickly hung up, afraid he might not be able to restrain himself.

On the other end.

Yan Liang looked at the hung-up call, her expression exceedingly gentle. “Zhou Ning, Jiang said he loves me.”

“You’re no longer a kid, so go fall in love… I’ll put your dating expenses on the company tab~”

The Young Mistress was in a great mood, once again punching a hole in Zhou Ning’s fragile single man’s romantic heart.

“…Oh, if you don’t like girls, effeminate men are fine too.”

“I’ll reimburse it all.”

Zhou Ning nearly screamed. Wait, what??

*Either way *I’m grateful to you, Young Mistress~~