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“If Yanyan likes it, then this bracelet is blessed.”
“It is my honor as well.”
Qin Jiang couldn’t help but feel moved. How could he not understand what everyone else did—that Yanyan’s love and tolerance for him were things he had scarcely found in anyone in this life or his last.
And only Yan Liang had truly promised him the kind of devotion that would not fail him in life or death!
Naturally he would use every ability he had to give Yanyan the grandest love and the honors befitting her queenly status.
Qin Jiang had always known that Yan Liang wanted very little.
For him, she always indulged and pampered him with utter gentleness, even to the point of suppressing her own nature.
But to be her true husband, Qin Jiang still faced a long road ahead. He had to become a man capable of holding up the sky for the Young Mistress.
He could not bring shame to Yanyan.
And he walked that path alone.
“Jiang, you’ve only just started your business, you really don’t need to give me such an expensive gift.”
“Even if it were just a flower you picked by the roadside with your own hands, it would be precious to me…“
“You give so much for me… am I really worthy?”
Yan Liang couldn’t help but feel pained. The emotion in her eyes was something ordinary people could only look up at—something no amount of money could buy.
Qin Jiang smiled. He couldn’t help reaching out to touch Young Mistress Yan’s long hair, his gesture indulgent and gentle. “Yanyan, you are my wife. Anything I give you—even if I gave you my all—would never be too costly.”
“Besides, this bracelet isn’t especially valuable. It’s from the profits since I founded our Jiang Yan Group. Buying gifts for Yanyan—no amount is too much.”
“Yanyan, what I can give you now still isn’t truly precious, but I will work harder to give you better.”
“When the time comes, even if you want the stars in the sky, I’ll pluck them down for you.“
But to many people, such promises were just the sweet words of Qin Jiang, the pretty face, flattering the Young Mistress.
No matter how impressive he was, wasn’t the startup capital still supported by the Young Mistress Yan?
What was there to boast about?
Young Mistress Qi Yuan watched the scene and couldn’t help but feel envious.
In truth Qin Jiang wasn’t so bad. Such sincere, fervent love could be felt even by an outsider like her—how happy Yan Liang must be to be within it.
Unlike her, who bought “love” with money.
What she received was only hypocrisy and fear or sycophantic flattery…
Besides that one man, she really hadn’t taken to any other man in her life.
Although Jiang Heng wasn’t very bright, he was, in truth, the person in recent years who most resembled that man she remembered.
This was why, after circling around so much, she still kept Jiang Heng by her side.
Unfortunately, Jiang Heng made a big mistake—he deliberately opposed Qin Jiang.
Even if she wanted to forgive him, she had to give Yan Liang face and first teach Jiang Heng a lesson…
Young Mistress Qi Yuan swirled the red wine in her glass, her crimson lips lazily curved. She glanced at the “little lamb” newly presented before her—this young man did not resemble that person as much as Jiang Heng did, but bore three or four parts of a likeness.
Qi Yuan suddenly smiled seductively, beckoning the youth with a finger. “See? How much they love each other.”
“Love can conquer all difficulties.”
“And you… where did you go?”
“I miss you very much.”
Young Mistress Qi Yuan murmured to herself. Her voice was low, wrapped in a seductive huskiness that added charm to her demeanor.
Yet in that instant she seemed to fall into an endless dark hell, unable to touch even the slightest light.
Her eyes seemed to see another person through the youth before her, but sadly… she was too clear-headed. She knew well that this youth was merely solace she had bought with money.
The substitute little lamb beside her still had clear, unaffected eyes. He seemed to realize that Young Mistress Qi Yuan was not thinking of him and was not speaking to him.
But he still played the role he was meant to play well.
He stepped forward and let Young Mistress Qi Yuan gently stroke his short hair. “Mm, I miss you too.”
“A-yuan.”
Those mere two syllables sent towering waves rising in Young Mistress Qi Yuan’s eyes.
A-yuan, A-yuan—that person used to love calling her that.
But as her status rose, it had been a very long time since anyone dared call her that.
This “little lamb” before her, however, was unafraid like a newborn calf and dared to call her that.
Qi Yuan gave a soft laugh and then raised her hand.
Her most trusted subordinate stepped forward and handed the little lamb accompanying her that night a check.
The amount on the check was a staggering five million.
For an ordinary college student, it was astronomical.
But that was just a tip Young Mistress Qi Yuan casually tossed to dismiss her little “pet.”
“You’re very obedient.”
“It’s a pity that that person wasn’t obedient at all.”
“You’re not like him.”
“You may go.”
Young Mistress Qi Yuan gave a look to the man beside her, and the little lamb obediently took the check and left.
But this time, the obedient departing figure seemed cloaked in an invisible shadow, and the youth’s clear eyes flashed a hint of chill as he turned away from Qi Yuan.
Not like him?
From childhood many had said that although he and his brother were biological siblings, they were like two different people.
Yet they were family after all. His brow and lips were particularly similar to his brother’s.
Only their eyes differed—one like a wolf, the other like a lamb!
But in the end.
The one who looked like a wolf was not a wolf. His heart was too soft!
The one who seemed a lamb was not a lamb. Cruelty lay hidden beneath the little lamb’s skin…
Only so could he take his brother’s place… and survive.
After the youth left, Qi Yuan, for some reason, couldn’t help her gaze falling on him again. He was not like that man.
But the manner in which his departing back carried itself… was very much like him.
Unfortunately, her lover was already dead.
Dead for several years.
No matter how many replacements she sought in this world, however many men resembled him, no one could live in his image.
Young Mistress Qi Yuan withdrew her gaze and continued drinking alone in solitude.
Being alone wasn’t actually so bad.
Only occasionally did she feel envy, or be moved by other people’s sincere love.
“Bring Jiang Heng back to the manor.”
“The punishment has been long enough.”
Yan Liang should be satisfied with how she handled it.
She wasn’t being soft-hearted. She just wanted to look at his face a little longer.
At this moment everyone’s attention was on Qin Jiang and Yan Liang. Seeing Young Mistress Yan actually take the initiative to move closer to Qin Jiang, they were all jaw-droppingly stunned.
Uncle Su had retreated to the rear but had in fact been observing this farce the whole time.
He also harbored doubts about Qin Jiang’s character.
But seeing Yan Liang’s current look—already sunk into Qin Jiang’s tender embrace—he seemed to have found Yan Liang’s weakness.
It could be said that Yan Liang’s deliberate public display this time was also a way of telling everyone:
Qin Jiang… was under Yan Liang’s protection!
And along with that, it told their enemies… Qin Jiang was her soft spot!
How arrogant Yan Liang was to openly lay out her weakness.
This was clearly a demonstration that she no longer regarded any opponent as worthy of notice.
“Liang seems to really like this boy, doesn’t she?”
“But the Yan family—how could there be genuine true feelings there?”
The one who spoke this time was Su Jiayu, the “mentally ill” woman who had also been observing and was actually standing behind Uncle Su Wenhao.
Yan Liang’s mother, the widely known schizophrenic.
At this moment her gaze was faint, her tone inscrutable as she continued, “I will not let Liang follow in Yue’s footsteps.”
“Qin Jiang—this man—cannot stay…”
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