#15: Chapter 15: Qin Jiang Is A Male Daji! — My Yandere Heiress

Night fell.

Song Jie was secretly taken away.

Yan Liang stood before the study’s floor-to-ceiling window, her slender fingers subconsciously caressing the diamond ring Qin Jiang had given her.

The woman’s figure was graceful and lithe, yet her silhouette now seemed a little reclusive and lonely.

Zhou Ning stood cautiously at her side. The medicine Dr. Manke prescribed last time had already failed, and the young woman’s current condition looked grim.

The senior medical team specializing in treating her suggested she spend three months abroad recuperating. Otherwise, given the curse that daughters of the Yan family rarely live past twenty-five, Yan Liang would lose another two years of life.

Yan Liang learned this news a month ago.

But she always wore an indifferent expression and had never considered leaving.

Zhou Ning knew clearly it was because Qin Jiang was still here — she couldn’t bear to leave.

But he couldn’t be told about her physical condition.

Otherwise, he would run away even faster.

Qin Jiang never cared whether Yan Liang lived or died.

If she died, it would merely give him a perfect chance to escape.

“Ms. Liang, you haven’t slept for three days.”

“I should have Dr. Manke come and hypnotize you.”

“Otherwise, you might lose control again within an hour…”

Zhou Ning had followed Yan Liang for five years and long considered her family.

His concern now was heartfelt.

Only Yan Liang herself had never opened her heart.

“Go, find chains and lock me up.”

“I’ll walk down to the basement by myself. You just need to lock the door so no one can get in.”

Yan Liang lifted her eyelids slightly, her calm tone concealed an overbearing authority. Her methods were always ruthless, but she was even harsher with herself.

Every time Yan Liang lost control, she emerged from the basement bruised and covered in blood.

Those wounds were self-inflicted with a scythe when she couldn’t control herself — to keep a final thread of clarity so she could return to being normal.

“Young Mistress, Zhou Ning begs you.”

“Go abroad to recuperate.”

“If you keep going like this you’ll endlessly exhaust your body — you’re still so young. If you die, then even tying Qin Jiang down won’t matter.”

Zhou Ning tried to use Qin Jiang to persuade Yan Liang. He knew too well the place that man held in her heart.

Sure enough, Yan Liang’s frost-covered eyes trembled, then unfurled a familiar streak of bloody madness, “Then kill him and bury him with me…”

“I can’t live without him, and I won’t accept him being touched by another woman. I’ll kill him before I die, make him belong to me utterly — body and soul carved with my name, fused with my flesh…”

Yan Liang’s red lips were like blood, and the crimson in her eyes kept tearing.

Frightened, Zhou Ning hurried to fetch the chains.

But just after he left, a figure confidently pushed open the study door and walked in.

Qin Jiang entered carrying a bowl of snow-lotus stewed bird’s nest.

In the Yan house, only Qin Jiang was allowed to enter any part of Liangyue Manor without permission.

“You brought the chains?”

“Handcuff me, please.”

Yan Liang had her back to the door. At this moment her mental strength was being violently torn under pressure, and the suppressed pain kept her from noticing who had entered as she normally would.

Qin Jiang set the bowl on the desk, a little puzzled.

In the later part of his previous life, Yan Liang would disappear for periods every month. He had taken advantage of those times to steal the Yan family’s confidential files and push the Yan family toward ruin.

Later, when he lay on a dark, hopeless sickbed being drained, he vaguely learned from Bai Chuchu that Yan Liang had been gravely ill.

The rumor that women of the Yan family barely lived past twenty-five was almost true.

Thinking back to the later-period Yan Liang, Qin Jiang now noticed she had indeed been much weaker than she was now.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but ache with concern.

A woman’s body needs to be cared for.

From now on, no matter how long Yan Liang could hold on, he would stay with her and figure out the cause of her illness.

In this life, he would personally pull her back to the living.

“Little darling.”

Qin Jiang suddenly spoke — a form of address that made Yan Liang feel a little unfamiliar and unsettled.

But Yan Liang was only stunned for a moment before light blossomed in her eyes and she turned to look.

“Jiang?”

“Why are you here?”

Yan Liang’s red lips trembled slightly. She felt a bit at a loss.

She was about to lose control again and time was running out… She feared she might hurt Qin Jiang, make him fear her again, and drive him away.

“Did you forget? We agreed to sleep together every night. If you don’t return to your room, how am I supposed to keep you company?”

Qin Jiang stepped forward on his own, his tall form bending down to gently envelop Yan Liang.

Yan Liang was very thin, so even though she stood at 165 cm, contrasted with Qin Jiang’s 188 cm, she appeared petite and endearing.

Her waist was so slim it was almost smaller than the size of his palm.

Qin Jiang couldn’t help frowning — he needed to fatten her up a bit. At least with more flesh, hugging would be more comfortable instead of her bones painfully poking his hands.

Still, Yan Liang’s figure was excellent.

She was slim where she should be and full where it mattered — stunningly so.

With such soft warmth in his arms, Qin Jiang looked down with concern but almost felt overwhelmed to the point of nosebleeding.

Her scent surrounded him and she looked up with a slightly dreamy gaze — a proud, voluptuous beauty, intensely alluring.

Damn it!

Now was not the time to let his mind wander.

He lowered his eyes, took Yan Liang’s hand, and pulled her onto the leather chair to sit.

“Little darling, your body is weak, so you need to nourish it.”

“This is snow-lotus stewed bird’s nest I simmered for two hours — let me feed you some.”

Qin Jiang looked at Yan Liang’s haggard face and couldn’t help feeling a sting. In his previous life he never cared about her health, thinking a monster like her would be better off dead.

But now, he would protect her!

He himself had been a son and younger brother who’d never been properly cared for or loved by his family.

So he understood all the more the sorrow of having no one to cherish you.

And Yanyan had always treated him with wholehearted care. He had to give her better love in return.

He couldn’t let her continue giving everything alone.

“Okay.”

Yan Liang obediently nodded. In front of Qin Jiang, she would sheathe her fangs and coil around him meekly even though she was normally a cold, sinister viper.

Seeing that his soothing had worked, after feeding her the broth he came around behind Yan Liang and laid his hand on her head…

“Qin Jiang, what are you trying to do?”

“Stop! Don’t you dare harm Young Mistress!”

At that moment, Zhou Ning returned with the chains, and Butler Xu anxiously followed in.

They were met with such a “heart-stopping” scene.

For a moment Butler Xu was nearly scared into fainting.

Butler Xu: here it comes, here it comes — that Qin Jiang can’t hold himself back and now he’s trying to hold Young Mistress hostage!

It’s over — if Young Mistress truly goes berserk this time, they’d probably have to redecorate the entire Liangyue Manor again!

Butler Xu instinctively patted the gold-threaded soft ballistic vest he had bought with several months’ salary.

Mm… soft, very comforting.

But he wasn’t selfish — he quickly pulled another gold-threaded soft ballistic vest from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Ning: “Little Zhou, put this on quickly — Butler Xu will save your life!”

Zhou Ning was speechless.

He ignored Butler Xu. This was a very unexpected situation. He had already drawn his pistol and aimed it at Qin Jiang’s head.

If Qin Jiang dared make another move, he’d blow his head off.

Of course, he didn’t have the nerve to actually kill Qin Jiang.

But his show of force must not be weaker.

Qin Jiang watched the scene without the slightest panic.

His fingertips landed on acupressure points on Yan Liang’s head, and with strong, precise pressure he began to massage.

Yan Liang’s taut nerves were indeed eased considerably under his warm, powerful fingertips.

She raised a hand to signal Zhou Ning to lower his gun.

And Butler Xu, who was hiding a large cleaver behind him ready to throw…

“Both of you, go out.”

“I trust Jiang.”