Chapter 135: Yanyan Wants A Head Pat

Qin Jiang couldn’t help but be struck by the Young Mistress’s childish act, and he hurried forward with a quick kiss.

Smooch~

The kiss should have landed on the woman’s cheek, but Yan Liang suddenly turned her face, her red lips meeting his, and Qin Jiang couldn’t stop in time—he firmly kissed Yan Liang’s lips.

One kiss, but the soft touch made Qin Jiang’s ears burn.

His palm was suddenly gripped by Yan Liang, their fingers interlocked, entwined!

“Jiang, feeling shy?”

“After so many times, why are you still so bashful? I remember last night you weren’t like this…”

Yan Liang couldn’t help murmuring, and Zhou Ning, piloting the helicopter, was alert in every direction and listening to everything… uh, no, no! He’s deaf!! He refused to hear anything!!

Qin Jiang was terrified and quickly covered Yan Liang’s lips with his hand.

“Yanyan, don’t say anything.”

“Too… too risqué.”

“You can’t force me like this next time, okay?”

Qin Jiang couldn’t help feeling smoke rising from his head. He felt as if he’d eaten the hottest chili, a wave of heat rushing straight to the top of his head.

“Mm… depends on Jiang’s performance.”

Yan Liang crossed her legs by putting one foot over her other knee. Her professional outfit was already slim-fitting.

With a casual motion now, she looked breathtaking.

Qin Jiang hurriedly took off his suit jacket and draped it over the Young Mistress’s legs.

“Yanyan, there will be many people later, don’t sit with bad posture.”

Qin Jiang bent over to cover her long legs, and in doing so he brushed against the Young Mistress’s flesh-colored stockings, a touch indescribably pleasant.

“Mm, I’ll listen to Jiang.”

“But I want a reward, a pat…”

Yan Liang leaned close to Qin Jiang. Being rushed to the courthouse early left the Young Mistress still a bit grumpy.

She used to be unable to sleep.

But now with Qin Jiang diligently sleeping beside her every night, always wrapping her in his arms to sleep.

Sleeping in his embrace made the Young Mistress feel full of security, and naturally she became more reluctant to get up.

She even developed morning spite from sleeping.

It showed that with Qin Jiang’s companionship, the Young Mistress’s mental state was at least much better than before.

“A pat?”

Qin Jiang was stunned.

In broad daylight, how could he commit a pervert’s act?

But faced with the Young Mistress lifting her eyes to look at him expectantly.

Qin Jiang swallowed and felt his already restless heart grow even more agitated.

At this moment, all the outside disturbances were cast from his mind.

“Jiang, it’s just a head pat…”

“Why is your face so red?”

“Are you thinking of something inappropriate for children?”

“Wow, Jiang is getting naughtier and naughtier… but I like it~~”

Yan Liang deliberately teased Qin Jiang, forcing the young man’s thoughts to be led by her, momentarily making him forget the absurd and hurtful fact that his two elder sisters had sued him.

Actually, if Yan Liang wanted, a wave of her hand could make the two sisters of the Qin family withdraw the suit obediently.

And they would never dare to disturb Jiang again.

But… that’s not what Jiang wanted.

She gradually understood what Qin Jiang wanted, and she began to shift from domineeringly clearing obstacles for him to standing behind him, believing in him, watching him grow stronger.

She was unconsciously nurturing Qin Jiang.

She wanted Jiang to become stronger and stronger—whether he chose to stay under her wing to enjoy their empire or strike out to create his own space.

Whatever Jiang wanted, she would give unconditionally.

“Yanyan, you… you… you’re the really naughty one!”

And truly risqué.

He didn’t yet have the nerve to say the latter line.

This time he obediently patted the Young Mistress’s head, and seeing the gentleness in Yanyan’s eyes because of him, he couldn’t help but bend down again and kiss the Young Mistress’s cheek.

Mwah.

“Yanyan, I won’t let you down.”

“Trust me.”

The helicopter landed—an incredibly flashy entrance, and with the Yan conglomerate’s emblem on it, countless onlookers didn’t dare approach to watch.

So Qin Jiang stepped off the helicopter looking fresh and spirited.

Yan Liang looked up, and after watching Qin Jiang enter the venue her gaze chilled. “Zhou Ning, were the people who kidnapped Jiang the last time fans of Qin Shuyun?”

Though phrased as a question, it carried a declarative tone.

“Ms. Liang, those people have already confessed to what happened.”

“Besides Qin Shuyun’s fans, four of them were actually professional kidnappers. Two of them hesitated when they saw Qin Jiang draw a pistol with Yan Group’s emblem on it and thus did not attack Mr. Qin.”

“Those two were remnants left from the group we wiped out back then…”

“They were branch members, who’ve been lying low these years. Without identities, they could only take on these gray-area jobs.”

Zhou Ning replied solemnly. Only the two of them were in the helicopter, so the conversation was direct.

“Mm, I did wipe out that organization myself.”

“But over the years I haven’t been at ease.”

Yan Liang couldn’t help but rub her brow. That place was like hell—it shattered her innocence, crushed her vitality for the world, and even broke her worldview!

Over the years, though she watched the leader Qin Tian become gravely wounded and sink into the sea, she hadn’t recovered that old bastard’s corpse, which always left Yan Liang uneasy.

“Lock those two up first.”

“As for the others, just make them Jiang’s toys…”

Yan Liang’s breath was faint. Zhou Ning hurriedly poured out two of the most effective pills that Dr. Manke had developed over the years and gave them to the Young Mistress.

Too fast.

A month ago, the Young Mistress only needed one pill to relieve her.

Now, the dosage had to be increased.

“Young Mistress, Mr. Qin has begun to accept you now, so why not tell him about your illness—he should be willing to accompany you abroad for treatment.”

“You can’t keep wearing out your body like this.”

“When you first took over the Yan Group, you had to personally take power and remove opponents so you’ve nearly exhausted your body. Now that the conglomerate is firmly under control… you should consider your health.”

Zhou Ning urged sincerely.

“…No.”

“Jiang finally developed some feelings for me. If I tell him I might die… he’ll be heartbroken.”

Yan Liang refused again, but each refusal stemmed from concern for Qin Jiang.

This made Zhou Ning deeply frustrated at her stubbornness.

“Young Mistress! Isn’t your life more important than making Mr. Qin sad?”

“Young Mistress… you’re confused…”

Zhou Ning’s heart twisted with pain, but he was helpless.

In the whole world, no one could influence the Young Mistress’s decisions.

Except… Qin Jiang!

Of course, Qin Jiang was kept in the dark.

“Mm.”

“Zhou Ning, you don’t understand… Jiang is the most important thing in the world.”

Yan Liang spoke, a bright light slowly rising in her eyes.

…

Inside the courthouse.

Qin Jiang stood at the defendant’s bench, while the plaintiff’s side was bustling with activity.

Even Qin Yun, who had just had surgery on his leg, appeared in court sitting in a wheelchair.

The difference was that last time Qin Yun had only been pretending to garner sympathy.

This time, however, his leg was truly broken~

Mrs. Qin was also in the plaintiff’s seat, though she didn’t look well today.

Jiang Yuyao looked pale. The skin on her neck that had been burned showed traces of having been rubbed with burn ointment, but instead of fading the scars were worsening and reddening…

“Mom, is your burn getting better?”

Many reporters in the gallery quietly took up their cameras to record first-hand entertainment news.

Qin Yun looked up and asked Mrs. Qin with concern, playing the devoted son.

“Better… much better, Yun. The burn ointment you formulated is our family’s most powerful herbal extract—of course it’s the best. Mom’s burns are nearly scabbed over…”

Only, why was it increasingly trending toward permanent scarring?

Qin Jiang raised an eyebrow and, from across the room, couldn’t resist a cutting remark.

“It’s pretty good—those ugly scars are nearly as hideous as Qin Shuyun’s disfigured face~”

The whole courtroom gasped inwardly.

Qin Jiang really had the gall to insult.

One phrase insulted two people.

Furious, Qin Shuyun snapped back, “Qin Jiang, my disfigured face is all your fault—you bring me bad luck, otherwise why would my fortune be so poor? You’re a little calamity!”

Qin Jiang covered his mouth, looking innocently astonished.

“Eh… the ancient ways of your family haven’t been destroyed yet?”

“How can your head, still stuffed with an elderly woman’s foot-binding cloth, be filled with such an enormous scoop of feudal rubbish?“

“This is a court in a free country where everyone has rights. Do you want history to reverse so that people can be brainwashed with terrible ideas again?”

“Qin Shuyun, our language is profound and rich—what good is your feudal garbage?”

“You love eating trash so much… Is it because you’ve been possessed by the spirit of a street sweeper?“