Chapter 138: Sorry Jiang, I Missed You Again

Qin Muyun didn’t dare move. The woman before her was the most terrifying and powerful existence on a summit she could never reach in her lifetime.

However, after Yan Liang grabbed her throat hard, the force increased layer by layer.

Only when she enjoyed watching Qin Muyun slowly suffocate until veins bulged on her neck did she satisfactorily release her and fling her to the ground.

At that moment, a powerful force, like a constricting python, wrapped around her—a suffocating sensation that completely bound her body, mind, and soul.

Qin Muyun didn’t even dare to struggle.

It was a crushing experience from an existence far beyond your highest tier. Under that domineering pressure, she nearly forgot how to breathe.

This woman was terrifying.

Her very being was so powerful it made people’s hearts and souls tremble!!

Qin Muyun was treated like a used rag—wiped off and discarded by the woman with disdain.

A strange sense of humiliation enveloped her entire body.

She was afraid, horrified and anxious.

For a moment, Qin Muyun could only lower her breathing to the dust and look up at Yan Liang from the floor.

“You are Jiang’s former second sister, Qin Muyun?”

Yan Liang’s gaze didn’t even bother to linger on her. It lazily fell on the man who was also looking up at her.

Qin Jiang sat in the chair, surprised and delighted by the sudden return of Yan Liang.

“Yanyan, why did you come?”

“I already said I’d handle this matter myself first. Your hands should be dealing with more important matters…”

Qin Jiang had a fair amount of self-awareness about his situation. His little antics, whether in the marketplace or in the courts, didn’t carry even 0.0001% of the weight of the business deals Yan Liang ought to be handling.

The deals she signed were all solid projects with tens of billions as the baseline.

As for Qin Jiang, it was merely a nascent small enterprise. Compared to QinYan International, it was like an ant beside an elephant.

“Sorry, Jiang.”

“It’s my fault… I missed you again.”

Yan Liang stood in front of Qin Jiang and spoke softly and gently without hiding anything from anyone, her tone betraying a coquettish lilt.

“It’s my fault for disturbing you while you’re handling things.”

Then Yan Liang spoke again, her pair of brilliant, focused eyes flickered with a guilty look.

She resembled a wife who had disturbed her husband’s work, shyly acting coquettish for fear of having interrupted him.

There was also a measure of self-reproach and unease.

The Young Mistress’s coquettish manner was very different from her vicious, domineering public image—she was obediently sweet and soft, utterly cute.

Like a fluffy calico cat, she gently nuzzled your hand with her head.

When she saw you look at her, she obediently exposed her soft belly and pink paw pads, stretching and acting spoiled…

Qin Jiang’s heart softened in an instant.

He couldn’t help but reflect—had he been too cold to the Young Mistress just now?

Yanyan was meant to be pampered, not used to assert authority!

“Baby, sorry—was I too harsh just now?”

“I was just surprised to see Yanyan come.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want you to come. Yanyan coming… makes me very happy.”

To show how welcoming he was of Yan Liang’s arrival, Qin Jiang admitted fault, stepped forward, wrapped his arm around Yan Liang’s slim waist and hugged her tightly, reluctant to let go.

Qin Muyun almost held her breath watching the scene.

She had always believed Yan Liang indulged Qin Jiang only because he was, in name, her man at the moment.

So Qin Jiang, as he had once done in the Qin family, wantonly abused the Yan family’s resources under the so-called “son-in-law” identity.

But now Yan Liang had personally appeared for Qin Jiang and acted as if he was her whole world, which scared Qin Muyun into redefining her view of Qin Jiang.

This… how could this be possible?

What qualities did Qin Jiang have that would make Yan Liang think highly of him? With such a base, even despicable nature… Yan Liang must be blind to be won over by him.

However, with Yan Liang standing there, Qin Muyun didn’t dare utter a single word.

She didn’t dare provoke her at all—this woman’s temper was terrifying.

“Really?”

“Then I’ll obediently sit here and watch you, okay?”

Yan Liang happily, out of habit, snuggled into the arms of the now-standing Qin Jiang.

The woman’s dark-red long hair fell loose. In the embrace it brushed over Qin Jiang as he reached to hold the Young Mistress’s arm, making his fingertips itch as he lightly stroked her hair.

Even the Young Mistress’s strands of hair smelled fragrant.

They made him unable to let go.

Sweetness flooded Qin Jiang’s heart like a knocked-over honey jar, but his face was too embarrassed to reveal his obsessive side.

He could only suppress that surrender and bowed his head to plant a kiss on Yan Liang’s forehead.

“Of course.”

“Yanyan, do whatever you want.”

Even if he wanted to turn this place upside down, wouldn’t it still be a matter of a single word from her?

But Yan Liang began to respect everything about Qin Jiang.

She was even willing to change in the small details.

All so… Jiang could be happy.

Yan Liang had made another shocking remark. Qin Muyun’s face went pale, watching the scene in disbelief.

This… this must be a hallucination, right??

“Still not getting out of here?”

“Still want to bully my husband here?”

Yan Liang felt the astonished, even fearful looks Qin Muyun threw at her and Jiang.

The Young Mistress’s beautiful eyes narrowed. With a sweep from her upturned eye-corners, Qin Muyun was nearly frightened out of her wits.

But the Young Mistress was mean.

There was no fun in killing prey outright. Like a cat with a mouse, she enjoyed toying with her prey, repeatedly clawing it.

Enjoying its helpless floundering, enjoying its frantic fleeing, enjoying its terror that tore it apart inside.

Play the prey to death… that’s when it’s fun.

“Yan… Young Mistress Yan, I failed to recognize a great person, sorry, truly sorry, I’ll leave right now!”

Seeing she could finally escape, Qin Muyun wanted to use all four limbs to crawl away and started to flee.

However, as soon as she rose, a pretty hand grabbed her hair directly and yanked her scalp back.

The Young Mistress’s grip was astonishing. In that moment Qin Muyun even thought her scalp would be torn off by the Young Mistress—the pain was so intense.

“Aaaah… it hurts!!”

Qin Muyun couldn’t help but wail aloud, and she couldn’t restrain a look of grievance as she glanced at Qin Jiang.

This younger brother clearly saw her being bullied by the Young Mistress, and he could obviously speak up in front of her, yet he deliberately stood aside—how detestable!

“It hurts?”

“Tsk, since you know you failed to recognize a great person, then why not quickly admit your mistake and correct it?”

“My husband, my man is such a great person—how could you disrespectfully look on without saying anything?”

“Is the Qin family really such an ill-bred household that it raised such a blind, worthless piece of trash like you?“

With one sentence from Yan Liang, the Qin family was insulted as well.

And that posture—clearly directed at Qin Muyun’s offense—was meant to implicate the entire Qin family.

Qin Muyun hadn’t expected that she would be grabbed by Yan Liang because of this.

In that instant her resentment toward Qin Jiang deepened.

It must be that Qin Jiang had whispered sweet things to the Young Mistress, which is why she targeted me, she thought.

But now was not the time to pursue that.

Qin Muyun was thrown back to the ground again. She struggled to stand once more, but she no longer dared to look down her nose at Qin Jiang.

Her long-held pride and sense of superiority before Qin Jiang were smashed to pieces.

Humbly bowing, Qin Muyun made a ninety-degree bow to Qin Jiang, her voice hoarse with suppressed sobs.

“The son…son-in-law of the Yan family, I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have been rude to you just now.”

Yan Liang arched an eyebrow. Her sharp red-soled high heels idly tapped the floor, stamping out a suffocating rhythm.

Tap… tap… tap tap tap…

It was a chilling, deathlike rhythm.

Yet it was casual, leaving people unable to predict what excuse the young mistress might use to erupt next.

“The son-in-law of the Yan family?”

“Jiang is indeed my husband, but above all he is himself—the CEO of Jiang Yan Group!!”

Yan Liang spoke again, her tone already tinged with impatience.

Qin Muyun could no longer hold back. Almost at the moment Yan Liang’s last word landed, her knees gave out and she sank to the floor on her knees:

“CEO Qin! I was wrong.”

“Please, great sir, don’t hold my small faults against me. I beg you, don’t make an example of me…”

Crack! Something suddenly shattered.

Look closely… it was Qin Muyun’s pride.

Qin Jiang watched the scene, not quite sure what to make of it.

It was satisfying, to be sure—just a little.

But the actions of the Qin family barely stirred his emotions.

His gaze, instead, fell entirely on the Young Mistress Yan who had been subtly backing him up.

Qin Jiang stood in place, silent, but the slight tremor of his shoulders betrayed the deep shock and resonance within him.

“Wifey, having you… is truly wonderful.”

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?