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Qin Jiang’s familiar voice finally called back Yan Liang’s scattered, increasingly fraying sanity from the verge of madness.
Yan Liang strode toward the source of the sound, pushing through layers of grey smoke toward the figure she had been longing for.
From beginning to end, she never put down the weapon on her shoulder.
The moment Qin Jiang saw Yan Liang, he didn’t hold back. He strode forward and opened his arms to Yan Liang.
“Yanyan, I made you worry… it’s my fault.”
“But it’s all right now.”
“These people can’t hurt me.”
The huge corrugated factory roof overhead had been torn open—who would dare rebel now?
They each crouched, holding their heads, finally realizing they weren’t here to teach someone a lesson but clearly to meet their deaths.
But when the grey smoke fully dispersed and everyone saw fighter jets overhead, their kneecaps went weak with fear.
“Y-young, Young Mistress Yan, it’s a misunderstanding, all of this is a misunderstanding—if we’d known the pretty boy we kidnapped…I mean, if we knew Mr. Qin was from your family, we wouldn’t have dared to act like this even if you chopped off my head!!”
Someone recognized Yan Liang’s face, and despair ran straight through his body.
Photos of the Young Mistress never appeared in any entertainment media.
But Ms. Liang’s photos did appear in international news at major events—chamber of commerce hosts or a prince’s wedding, that sort of important occasion.
Anyone with sense who feared provoking this fearsome Young Mistress would pay it some attention.
Now it was even worse—they were seeing her in person.
They had completely offended her.
When the others heard the visitor was the Young Mistress Yan and then saw her cool, sharp, murderous posture coexisting with indifference.
Of course… more terrifying was that Qin Jiang held the “Rules”!
Yan Liang shouldered the “Truth”!!
Facing this ruthless couple, they had no chance of survival!
The other kidnappers quickly bawled and begged for mercy.
Only Qin Qianyun stood there helplessly watching the scene—she felt her worldview collapsing. She had stolen a motorcycle and sped over.
She had truly come with a deadly resolve, caring nothing for her own life, to save Jiang, her younger brother.
But, but now… had she been stabbed in the back by her eldest sister?
Did eldest sister really not call the police for her?
No… this was impossible!!
Eldest sister must have encountered some accident on the way to call the police, right?
Qin Qianyun struggled with the thought. Conflicting emotions churned wildly in her heart.
Her eldest sister’s actions had thrown her off balance and made her doubt whether the familial love she wanted to protect in this world was just a joke.
“No… impossible!”
“Even if eldest sister didn’t want to save Jiang, she clearly saw me in danger with her own eyes… how could she… how could she not call the police?”
Qin Qianyun felt her worldview collapsing.
Her vision went dark and her knees buckled.
With a thud, she collapsed to the ground.
She couldn’t pull herself together for a long time.
At this moment, no one paid attention to her breakdown. Everyone’s focus was pinned on Yan Liang, the Young Mistress.
As soon as she raised a hand, they could all be taken away and buried!!
Who would dare—
“Wow, Yanyan, what are you shouldering…??”
Qin Jiang asked uncertainly. He truly hadn’t seen the real thing before, but he’d played games that featured it.
This thing… really did look like a Gatling gun.
But it looked more refined than a Gatling—apparently specially modified to match Yan Liang Young Mistress’s strength.
“Mhm, a Gatling gun.”
“Jiang, you want one? I’ll have Zhou Ning customize another right away.”
A conglomerate meant control over every sphere in this country, and moreover, the Yan family’s unrepayable contributions to the national treasury for research funding were a huge, bottomless support.
No one knew how powerful the Yan conglomerate had become after Yan Liang took over.
The Young Mistress trusted no one.
Even Zhou Ning hadn’t been entrusted with certain major affairs because Yan Liang couldn’t let him handle them.
If one dug deeper, Qin Jiang couldn’t accept the terror at that level.
Yan Liang would protect him too.
If Jiang wanted, she could personally train him.
Her little lamb husband—she was very willing to groom him into the form she was satisfied with.
As long as Jiang was willing.
Her everything was already his.
In the Young Mistress’s eyes… she could ignore Qin Jiang’s lies, his self-perceived inferiority, his simplemindedness, his crazed resistance toward her clinginess.
Because love itself—it’s that those in the dominant position are willing to be toyed with!
Yan Liang, as the dominant one, could crawl and beg for Qin Jiang’s love.
She loved him regardless of what kind of person he was.
And Qin Jiang was simply Qin Jiang.
“They bullied Jiang.”
“How about we bury them all?”
“Jiang, if I blow this place up, no one will even know they existed.”
Yan Liang’s gaze hardened. That murderous posture alone was enough to make everyone kneel and submit.
Qin Jiang stood before Yan Liang, suddenly reached out his hand, his expression involuntarily tinged with a bit of grievance.
He opened his palm, his eyes trembling uncontrollably, like a sad big dog finally about to be hugged by its owner.
“Yanyan… the pink diamond ring I bought for you, they broke it.”
“This was the first pot of gold I earned through my own effort. Yanyan deserves the best thing in the world, so I wouldn’t give you a mediocre gift.”
“But Yanyan… it’s broken.”
“The pink diamond fell out.”
“It’s very ugly now.”
“It’s become cheap and ugly…”
Just moments ago Qin Jiang had been arrogantly full of himself. Now standing before Yan Liang, he had totally sheathed his edge—petulantly tattling and looking childish, which stirred the Young Mistress’s pity…
“Oh dear… my Jiang has suffered.”
“It’s okay, we’ll restore it together. All the gifts Jiang buys me, I’ll cherish them.”
Yan Liang took a breath, staring in disbelief at the damaged ring Qin Jiang held in his hands.
In an instant, she was overwhelmed with emotion.
Jiang had bought her a ring again.
Jiang said she deserved the best in the world.
But Jiang didn’t know that nothing in the world could be the best for her.
She had enjoyed the world’s finest resources.
The best in the world was clearly Qin Jiang.
He was her Jiang.
She loved him so much!!
Yan Liang took the ring and pink diamond from Qin Jiang’s hand and, treating them like treasures, put them into her bag.
“Jiang, let’s go home.”
Yan Liang lowered her gaze. A murderous glint arose in her eyes—these people had bullied Jiang, and she wouldn’t let them off.
But how could she let Jiang see her violent side?
Even though Qin Jiang had seen a little of her other side.
Her world was fundamentally shaded in darkness. If it were truly exposed… Jiang would be frightened, and if he ran away, exposing this side would only end in a worse result.
“Go home?”
“Yanyan, they bullied me and broke the pink diamond ring I gave you—how can we let them go easily?”
“Of course, we’ll properly deal with them.”
“I’ve just started learning firearms, so why not… Yanyan teach me marksmanship, and they can be the targets?”
Qin Jiang’s long legs froze. Even if he could only think with his toes, he could tell the Young Mistress planned to go on a killing spree behind his back.
But so what? What was the point?
He wanted to show Yanyan through action that he could also reach her… become like her…
Yan Liang raised an eyebrow. A strong, brooding look rose in her eyes.
“If that’s the case.”
“Bring them all to the private mercenary camp, your little… auntie… will personally teach you~~”
Qin Jiang went, uh oh.
This is…getting way too hot!
As if Yan Liang in her professional outfit carrying a custom Gatling wasn’t enough, her thigh-high stockings and red-soled high heels matched his taste exactly, and that wasn’t even everything.
Now, the top-tier match of a machine gun and thigh-high stockings with long legs.
Qin Jiang felt like he could… go on again!!
“Ahem ahem, Yan… Yanyan, isn’t this a bit too thrilling?”
Qin Jiang feigned reluctance but welcomed it.
Yan Liang raised an eyebrow, gave him no chance to refuse, stepped forward and kissed his lips, then blew a warm breath in his ear.
“Jiang, don’t you like it?”
“Obviously, you’re very excited.”
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