Chapter 120: Yanyan Gets Jealous: Jiang Isn't Very Well-behaved

In the damp, dim depths of the alley, Yan Liang wore a gothic black-and-red lolita dress, the straps wrapping her long legs stained with flecks of blood.

Her gaze was cold and wickedly alluring as she stared at Qin Jiang standing in the light.

The reaper’s scythe in her hand dripped blood, and for a moment the air seemed to freeze.

Next to her, Song Jie sat in a wheelchair, his hand clutching a sharp awl and trembling like a sieve. He felt as if he was about to wet himself.

They were positioned facing the end of the other alley where Jiang Youwei was, and Song Jie didn’t recognize the young lady’s figure at first.

When the Young Mistress told him to deal with that someone, he was wholly focused on stabbing Wu Yu in retaliation, and couldn’t spare a glance elsewhere.

But Yan Liang was different. Though she stood still, she had long ago fixed her gaze on a twin-tailed little girl nearby who looked “lonely and helpless.”

The little girl was underage, with snowy hair and pale, innocent, sensitive eyes—she looked every bit a frightened little rabbit.

Yan Liang froze for a second, then with a swift motion stepped on Wu Xu’s back with her high-heeled boot with a ‘crack’ and was about to walk toward the girl.

But then there was a sound from the back door.

Yan Liang suddenly grew curious about what expression Qin Jiang would make upon seeing the girl, so she yanked Song Jie and his wheelchair over to the other side of the alley…

Song Jie was confused but didn’t say a word.

He had received the Young Mistress’s ‘kindness’—now he was just afraid he wouldn’t live to accept it~~

Just as Qin Jiang sent people out to search for the twin-tailed girl, the chill in Yan Liang’s eyes condensed. Song Jie felt the alley’s temperature drop several degrees in an instant.

Goodness, really!!

Although he sympathized with Brother Jiang now, he was still in a wheelchair—besides, who would dare oppose the Young Mistress?

So Song Jie tipped his head and ‘fainted’ straightaway …

Yan Liang stared at him and rolled her eyes. This u**seless thing.

“Jiang, who are you rushing around to find?”

Yan Liang stepped out of the darkness, her figure of blood-red and black appearing mysteriously eerie, like a demon whispering from hell.

“Yan… Yanyan, what are you doing here?”

“Shouldn’t you be home obediently sleeping? Staying up harms your health, you…”

Qin Jiang came to his senses. He had not expected Yan Liang to appear here, and for the yandere Young Mistress to look like she had blood on her hands too.

He couldn’t help frowning.

The moment Yan Liang stood beside him, he suddenly lifted the hem of his shirt, and wiped the mottled marks from her face.

His movements were gentle. There was no reproach in his eyes, only concern.

Yan Liang found herself rooted to the ground. She looked up and could only see Qin Jiang’s tender, caring eyes.

So, was she the most important person in Jiang’s life?

Yan Liang knew who that young lady was. She was someone from Qin Jiang’s family that he had asked her to help him look for, a family member he had once treated as dear as life!

She had only just received the news and hadn’t decided whether to tell Qin Jiang.

But unexpectedly, that bratty little sister showed up first…

Yan Liang hated the brat.

She hated that Jiang’s gaze, which should be fixed on her, could be occupied by someone else.

She didn’t like… she didn’t like sharing Jiang with anyone.

Including the foster family he considered relatives.

Yan Liang admitted she was very bad!

But why should she have to be a good person?

But if being good could make Jiang love her more and more… then it might be worth a try…

Qin Jiang’s movements were gentle and meticulous. Now in dealing with Yan Liang, he had plenty of patience and affection.

Muacks.

Yan Liang lifted her eyes to Qin Jiang, suddenly drew close, and kissed his jaw.

“Jiang… you haven’t answered me yet.”

“Who are you looking for?”

Yan Liang leaned in, the blood-stained reaper’s scythe moved toward Qin Jiang with the Young Mistress’s motion, the sharp blade easily cutting through Qin Jiang’s clothes.

Inch by inch… closer to skin.

Hmm, Jiang isn’t very well-behaved.

Should I make him into a doll?

A doll doesn’t rot or die. A doll would obey her completely and could be toyed with as she pleased… how wonderful~

“Yanyan, I think I just saw Jiang Youwei—she’s the younger sister from my foster parents’ home. You know my foster family has always been poor, yet they always gave the best of what they had to me.”

“That little sister grew up feeling her parents favored sons over daughters and was very hostile toward me, so she always liked playing pranks on me and often said: I hate this useless brother of mine the most…”

“But that child, when I was about to be sent back to the Qin family, smashed her most treasured piggy bank and used all her savings to ‘buy me back’…”

“Yanyan, I treat them as family, and the same goes for the little sister.”

“But Yanyan is different. Yanyan is my lover, the treasure I will love and stay with for my whole life—this feeling is different.”

“So baby, won’t you stop being jealous?”

From a distance Qin Jiang could smell the yandere Young Mistress’s scent of jealousy mixed with blood.

He could fully expect that if he mishandled this relationship between his yandere wife and the little sister…

The next one to be turned into a doll and displayed by their bed… would be Jiang Youwei.

As Qin Jiang spoke, his fingers brushed the bloodstains on Yan Liang’s face and found some were fresh while others… had already dried.

This indicated that before coming here…

His wife hadn’t been idle either.

The Qin Jiang of old would probably have been terrified, but now Qin Jiang only let a cruel glint cross his eyes.

What kind of trash… deserved his Yanyan’s personal attention?

“Nonsense.”

“I’m not jealous at all.”

Yan Liang pouted, but the next moment the corners of her brows couldn’t help lighting up with delight.

Jiang said she was his lover.

Jiang said they’d love and stay together until old age, and that she was his treasure.

Hmph, that bratty sister wasn’t any of that.

The person Jiang loved most was her, Yan Liang~~

Yan Liang was nearly hooked into a pout by Qin Jiang, but the yandere Young Mistress was enjoying herself greatly.

She waved her hand. “Take care of this place and send Song Jie back to the hospital.”

The Yan family’s bodyguards worked efficiently, and soon the bloodstains on the scene were cleaned up spotless.

“Jiang, Wu Yu bullied your good friend Song Jie—I had Song Jie fight him back with his own hands, you know.”

Yan Liang’s gaze followed Qin Jiang, her tone involuntarily tinged with a few notes of tsundere pride.

She was definitely a little girl wanting compliments.

A tug of bittersweet ache tugged at Qin Jiang’s heart. He felt heavy, but because of Yan Liang… he was drenched in honeyed sweetness.

“Mhm.”

“Yanyan is the best.”

“How about a reward—a little kiss?”

Qin Jiang bent down, ready to expertly find the woman’s soft lips.

But this time, Qin Jiang was pushed back by the Young Mistress, his back against the wall, suddenly driven into a corner, his jaw firmly pinched by the Young Mistress’s slender fingers.

“Jiang, it seems you still don’t understand…”

A mere taste would never satisfy a yandere Young Mistress who hungered for him like her life depended on it.

What Yan Liang wanted was fierce, death-defying entanglement.

The moonlight behind them was pure, an extreme white pouring down like a funeral song of death…

At this moment Yan Liang slipped a hand into the young man’s shirt, trembling as she caressed his back as if it were a dark hell where only rotten flowers grew.

She wanted to savor the side of Jiang unknown to others.

She wanted to bloom, to rot, to decay in the mud and violently, surgingly unleash her love.

At this moment, she was a rose nailed to the cross.

Blooming to the bitter end.

A requiem praising being loved.

“Be good, I’ll teach you.”