Chapter 186: Brother Jiang, We’ve Involuntarily Started Living Off Someone Else’s Money~

Qin Jiang was kissed on the jaw by Yan Liang, but in truth he knew very well where Yan Liang really wanted to kiss and where she wanted to continue occupying.

Young Mistress Yan Liang was a woman with extreme possessiveness, with lips and tongue entwined, she even wanted to devour him mercilessly.

But because she couldn’t bear to hurt him she only pressed close, and entangled their lips.

In the end, each time his lips would be rubbed red by the Young Mistress.

Yet that taste was undeniably exhilarating.

After being with Young Mistress Yan Liang for a long time, he also came to like those kisses. That kind of deadly entanglement felt like true love.

And this time, in full view of everyone.

After Yan Liang kissed his jaw, she looked up at him with some puzzlement, her eyes wet and a little aggrieved.

She really looked exactly like a little white rabbit with red eyes.

Qin Jiang’s heart nearly melted completely at that moment.

The Young Mistress blinked, as if saying: Jiang, why don’t you keep kissing?

Yanyan wants it.

Yanyan really wants it.

Yanyan wants to possess you utterly and completely.

Just like at home, on the couch.

Even… as if in a dark, sunless cellar.

Those secret delights were the best flavors she had ever tasted.

And in the Young Mistress’s eyes, the words “in full view of everyone” simply did not exist. Others were, to her, like plants or ants, with no right to stop her from possessing Qin Jiang.

Qin Jiang had long seen through Yan Liang’s intentions.

But if he followed the Young Mistress’s temper here, the situation would likely get out of control and turn into a scene that would definitely require censorship.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t accept it.

So Qin Jiang had to find a way to steady Young Mistress Yan Liang first.

After being kissed on the jaw, Qin Jiang suddenly reached out and pinched the Young Mistress’s jaw, his domineering posture becoming an extreme assertion of control.

The whole room inhaled sharply.

Oh my god!

What was Qin Jiang doing?

Had he overturned the natural order??

Was the Young Mistress someone you could just touch like that on your own initiative?

Everyone knew the Young Mistress liked to absolutely control the initiative.

Such a woman would never allow anyone to defy her and then turn around and dominate her.

But Qin Jiang had just done something like that.

Zhou Ning glanced sideways, checking whether there was terrain around suitable for a grave—would he still be in time to dig now?

Even having seen the pair’s intimacy often at Liangyue Manor.

The moments he had seen were basically always the Young Mistress holding absolute dominance.

Qin Jiang had always been the one being controlled.

Now, was Qin Jiang about to rebel?

Yan Liang looked up, feeling her jaw lifted by Qin Jiang’s slightly rough palm. Of course she loved the feeling of absolute control, but the sensation of being controlled in reverse by Qin Jiang felt novel.

Yan Liang actually felt… a bit excited.

Seeing Yan Liang make no move to resist, Qin Jiang changed his large hand into a clamp-like control, slowly holding down the Young Mistress’s neck…

“Yanyan, I love you.”

Qin Jiang leaned down and this time his lips actively pressed against the Young Mistress’s lips—an absolutely proactive move, not the Young Mistress’s usual coercion.

It also had the feeling of a serf turned freeman finally singing.

Song Jie swallowed, feeling unexpectedly comforted in his heart at this moment.

*Brother Jiang, *we’ve involuntarily started living off someone else’s money~

The next moment, Song Jie felt something soft pinch his waist, then a fragrant breath brushed his ear, tingling, “Xiao Jie, have you ever tried being proactive?”

Song Jie had never experienced this feeling. He had met Jiang Kexin when they were children and their relationship had always been a pure courtship—he would take care of Jiang Kexin without reservation, treating her like a treasure.

No matter what he gave, he did so willingly.

He had also been working toward their future: during university he busied himself with part-time jobs and competitions to win prize money, all because Jiang Kexin once said she wanted to settle in the capital city.

He was saving money, wanting to have a home with Jiang Kexin in such a huge metropolis.

He even couldn’t bear to touch her, because he loved and cherished her so much, planning to wait until the wedding night to…

But all of that ultimately became his one-sided wish.

The cake he felt would be sacrilegious even to taste had long been stomped to pieces in a corner he couldn’t see!!

Song Jie had truly loved Jiang Kexin and currently could not let go.

Even knowing he loved the wrong person, emotions are like that: even if attention briefly shifts, when you come to your senses you’re still hurt.

Not for that person, but you’ll grieve for the sincere feelings you once gave.

He knew all too well he couldn’t accept Sister Bingbing. Even if Sister Bingbing wasn’t Ms. Liang’s niece, he still couldn’t accept it…

Song Jie took a step back. Faced with Sister Bingbing’s advances, he still chose to retreat, “Sister Bingbing, sorry.”

“I haven’t been proactive before, and I won’t with you…”

Song Jie hastily withdrew his gaze. When Sister Bingbing leaned in just now, the cleavage that the dress couldn’t contain caught his eye and he had no time to cover his eyes.

Song Jie squeaked inwardly.

“Mm, pretty good.”

“It’s fine, I can teach you later.”

“You only need to know that I quite like you, that’s enough.”

Sister Bingbing didn’t force it. Instead, a sly glint crossed her eyes—obviously she had just been deliberately teasing Song Jie, this ‘honest man.’

She admitted that when she had been called by Yan Liang to take care of a young man she didn’t know, she felt somewhat displeased at first.

But after Zhou Ning handed her the youth’s files and told her Song Jie was one of her hardcore fans and of his experiences, she took care of Song Jie with a special kind of pity.

Yan Liang didn’t force her.

Ultimately the decision to take care of Song Jie was Sister Bingbing’s own.

Not out of sympathy, but because she had more than once received postcards and various handmade gifts from this male fan…

Especially when her life had sunk into darkness, she received a handmade preserved flower from “Xiao Jie.”

It seemed this fan liked making gifts by hand, which made her increasingly look forward to what kinds of heartfelt letters and gifts “Xiao Jie” would send next.

And Song Jie, like most idol-chasers, wrote letters to his goddess that he knew would never be read by the idol. Because he knew they wouldn’t be read, he wrote his heart and his experiences without restraint.

Although Sister Bingbing met Song Jie in the hospital for the first time, her knowledge of him dated far back.

She knew Song Jie’s love and devotion to that girl, and how much he wanted to give her a home.

But he was disappointed, and he failed.

Yan Bing looked at him covered in wounds, lying on the hospital bed like someone dead, and her heart skipped a beat.

She stepped into the ward in high heels, the image of a gentle, intellectual, elegant older sister, long hair fragrant. She leaned over Song Jie and began to tend the bandages on his wounds.

“Xiao Jie, Ms. Liang sent me to take care of you.”

“During this time, can you cooperate with me?”

Song Jie’s ashen, extinguished eyes seemed suddenly lit. As if he couldn’t believe she was really standing in front of him, he stammered, his ears turning bright red.

“No no no… you don’t have to, Sister Bingbing, you don’t need to take care of me, Ms. Liang was just joking.”

“You can go back to work with peace of mind, I’ll refuse Ms. Liang so as not to trouble you…“

Song Jie was actually surprised too.

He knew Young Mistress Yan Liang was mighty in power, but this kind of might was a bit over the top!!

Could she, if she wanted, easily deliver a flying saucer?

Song Jie felt his poverty limited his imagination.

“Xiao Jie, don’t feel any burden.”

“I dare not oppose Ms. Liang’s request. You’re badly injured, so let me take good care of you for a few days, okay?”

Sister Bingbing’s voice remained gentle. Being afraid to refuse Ms. Liang was just an excuse—she could have declined with a word if she wanted.

But upon seeing Song Jie in person, his battered appearance and a pair of eyes clear yet stubborn instantaneously piqued the interest of someone like her, who had seen all the old hands of the entertainment and high-society circles.

She liked earnest, passionate, clear and clean young men.

And at this moment, that tiny rising interest in her heart was enough to make her want to stay.

To observe and take care of this young man she had long come to know.

Song Jie frowned, thinking of how terrifying the Young Mistress could be.

He glanced again at Sister Bingbing’s awkward expression, fearing that suddenly telling Ms. Liang he didn’t want Sister Bingbing’s care might bring Sister Bingbing some bad consequences—then it would truly be well-intentioned but harmful.

So Song Jie could only prop up his decadent, ruined body and obediently sit up, still awkward as he said, “Then… then I’ll have to trouble Sister Bingbing…”

In truth, Song Jie couldn’t lie to his own heart.

Those surging, tumultuous emotions nearly filled his whole brain!!