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“Jiang, Big Sister isn’t that kind of person. She has reflected on herself and realized the problems we have. After all, we’re family, we’re all trying to repent and start anew—could you give us a chance?”
“Just one will do. Big Sister will definitely call the police.”
“Soon this place will be surrounded, and as the kidnapped person making all this noise you’ll definitely be suspected. Fifth Sister doesn’t want you to get hurt—put the hammer down now…”
Qin Qianyun approached Qin Jiang, her pleading tone tinged with worry.
Undeniably, Qin Qianyun did look, for the moment, as if she truly regretted her actions.
But… would it help?
The harm had long been done. Each wound on his heart might already have been forgotten by the ones who inflicted it.
Or rather, no one can truly feel what another person feels!
So no one would know just how desperate he’d been, locked away in that pitch-dark private ward.
His limbs couldn’t move, like fish on a cutting board. His tears had long since dried up as he was left to be butchered.
Even hope had withered into utter despair!!
The Qin family—what reason did he have to forgive them?
“Is that so.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Or, what right do you have to make me trust you again?”
Qin Jiang spoke lightly, raising a hand to wipe the blood from his face.
He couldn’t get too dirty—Yanyan liked to see a clean Qin Jiang, and he needed to stay presentable.
In his life, Yan Liang’s presence gradually began consuming everything.
Qin Jiang noticed this and chose… to rush toward it!!
“Jiang, I know we’ve lost your trust many times. How about we make a bet?”
“If Big Sister really brings the police to rescue you.”
“You will… you will call me Fifth Sister again?“
“Jiang, you haven’t called me Fifth Sister in so long. We’re blood relatives, an inseparable part of each other—don’t even think about getting rid of me.”
As Qin Qianyun spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.
But the little cat piss she squeezed out left only disgust in Qin Jiang’s mind.
Qin Jiang had never intended to kill Qin Qianyun.
He wanted to torment her.
Qin Jiang knew exactly what Qin Qianyun cherished: sincere family affection. As the youngest daughter of the Qin family, like Qin Yun she enjoyed all the family’s love and had the upper hand at home.
So while each Qin sister carved out a place in their respective fields, Qin Qianyun could afford to be the most carefree in the family.
But she had overlooked one point.
All of that was true when she hadn’t come into conflict with Qin Yun over family affection and resources.
What if… the resources began to tilt clearly toward someone else?
Could Qin Qianyun still live that so-called innocent and unrestrained life?
The game of human nature is the most entertaining.
Qin Jiang was patient, Since Qin Qianyun cared about family, he would let her watch the Qin family crumble and fall apart with her own eyes.
What’s the point of killing?
Destroying the heart is the cruelest method.
“What if they never arrive?”
Qin Jiang knew Qin Moyun all too well: her so-called admission of wrongdoing was simply a brief empathy after sensing the injustices he’d once suffered in the Qin family.
In essence, she was selfish to the extreme.
The notion that the eldest sister must sacrifice for everyone, discipline the younger siblings, and manage the finance company was actually a way to satisfy her inner need for control and pride.
Qin Moyun was a refined egoist.
She enjoyed elders’ praise and the younger generation’s admiration.
She relished the authority and control that came with being the Qin family’s eldest sister. It made her the most noticed person in the family.
And now the Qin family lacked Qin Jiang as the scapegoat to take the heat.
Mrs. Qin’s favoritism toward Qin Yun would become increasingly blatant.
Moreover, now that Qin Moyun had found quite a few pieces of evidence showing Qin Yun wasn’t as harmless as he appeared, she’d start feeling repelled by his presence.
She could more acutely feel the family’s extreme and pathological bias!
Her position as the high-handed, powerful eldest sister might in the future be nothing more than a stepping stone for the inconsistent Qin Yun…
Qin Moyun’s arrogance was collapsing.
Feeling that she and Qin Jiang shared similar miseries, she came to him hoping to find a sense of superiority by comparison with the “more miserable” Qin Jiang.
Even if Mrs. Qin no longer paid attention to her, compared to Qin Jiang she still saw herself as the more important presence.
Qin Jiang had seen through this mindset.
Therefore he was sure that Qin Moyun, in order to find another chance to feel superior and to scold him, would never call the police.
She wanted to put on the airs of the Qin family’s eldest sister.
Under the guise of doing good for Qin Jiang, she’d once again stage a show for him.
But Qin Qianyun couldn’t see this clearly.
She still believed that Qin Moyun, like her, would be sincere if she admitted her mistake and sought forgiveness.
“So what do you want, Jiang? Anything I can do, I’ll do it!”
Qin Qianyun said firmly.
“Oh? Then go to the nursing home and pull out Old Master Qin’s oxygen tank—would you do that?”
Qin Jiang said, savoring the moment—he was really growing to enjoy this game of manipulating human nature.
Like a demon looking down on the world’s tangled emotions, the thing he could most easily catch was malice.
He kept tempting and fanning them, letting malice grow wildly.
Qin Jiang had gone bad!!
“Jiang!!”
“Grandpa treated you so well—how could you… even as a joke, that’s unacceptable…”
Qin Qianyun, predictably, flew into a shameful rage, but Qin Jiang only sneered, “It was just a joke—you’re overreacting.”
“Fine, the bet is on.”
“Then we’ll wait and see whether it’s the police that Qin Moyun brings to rescue me, or…”
Qin Jiang did not finish the sentence.
But Qin Qianyun knew full well whom he was implying.
How could that noble, domineering, overwhelmingly powerful, and decisive Young Mistress Yan possibly let Qin Jiang “escape”?
It was only a matter of time before she arrived.
So Qin Jiang calmly found a chair and sat down comfortably, and the sycophantic kidnappers immediately crowded around to ingratiate themselves.
They fed him fruit, propped up his feet…
The others didn’t dare to idle either. They bundled Qin Qianyun off to one side.
Not long after.
A sudden noise came from above.
There was a loud BOOM!!
The roof of the abandoned steel mill was blown clean off, the trajectory so precise it was obvious the blast was calculated to avoid harming the important people inside.
Smoke and dust billowed up, sweeping through the entire factory.
Qin Qianyun was ecstatic. “Jiang… Brother Jiang! It’s Big Sister—she must have come with people to rescue us…”
“Jiang, tell them to let me go! Let’s go meet Big Sister—we’re still a family…”
Qin Qianyun felt she’d seen the dawn of hope. With such a commotion, who else could it be but the police?
Of course, there was also a more terrifying force.
But for the sake of one little Qin Jiang, that person could choose to just drive over.
The likelihood of such a big operation was not…that big.
Qin Jiang looked up and kicked the kidnapper at his feet away.
He stood and, a little flustered, straightened his clothes.
Am I dirty? Will Yanyan be disgusted?
Amidst the flying ash, a dark figure tied to a rope leapt down.
The woman carried a Gatling gun on her shoulder and held the trigger for a timed explosive as she strode out of the grey smoke.
Her long, dark-red hair flowed to her waist, her extreme waist-to-hip ratio added allure and murderous intent in the haze, like a night demon!
The gates of hell had opened—Young Mistress Yan was going to level this place…
“Yanyan, I’m here!”
“Yanyan, I want a hug…”
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