Chapter 3: The Son-in-Law Ran Away Again

“Y-y-you… how could you possibly be that disgusting Qin Jiang?”

“Did I open the wrong door?”

Yan Zuo was in disbelief, and moved his body back inch by inch with exaggerated caution.

Then he clutched his crotch to protect his precious family jewels that had nearly been sliced off just seconds ago.

But when Yan Zuo came to and looked closely, he really could tell that the entertainment-industry prettyboy potential before him was indeed that blond-haired weirdo Qin Jiang.

“Ahem! Since you are Qin Jiang, then come with me to the hospital now to give your brother a blood transfusion.”

“Or, use the blood collection tubes and storage bags Chuchu specially prepared for you—quick, draw two bags yourself for me. I’m in a hurry!”

Once Yan Zuo confirmed Qin Jiang’s identity, impatience immediately showed on his face.

Although he could not deny Qin Jiang still had some lingering charm.

But Qin Yun was about to lose his life!

Qin Jiang was only going to lose a little blood, anyway. He wasn’t going to lose his life.

No need for theatrics.

“Is that so? But I can’t get out of Liangyue Manor at all.”

“How can I give blood to Qin Yun?”

Qin Jiang spoke honestly: after being reborn he wasn’t in a hurry to escape because he knew the manor’s security had been upgraded over the many times he’d been imprisoned by Yan Liang and tried to run.

And Yan Zuo was able to get in entirely because he was a Yan.

Yan Zuo couldn’t believe Qin Jiang was using such a lame excuse.

He slapped his thigh and said, “Alright, alright, as long as you’re willing to give blood, everything’s negotiable.”

“This is my private access card. You’re going to the hospital right now!”

Qin Jiang took the card and suddenly curled his index finger at Yan Zuo.

Yan Zuo looked wary.

Although Qin Jiang was easy on the eyes, this man really was his brother-in-law!

What the heck?!

“Qin Jiang, don’t make that leering face—I’m not interested in men!”

Truth be told, Qin Jiang’s expression was indeed a bit cocky.

Yan Zuo egging him on to donate blood made him an accomplice.

Of course Qin Jiang wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Young Master Yan, what are you thinking? I really have something to tell you.”

“Come closer…”

After a bit of seductive coaxing.

Qin Jiang left Liangyue Manor cleanly and decisively.

“Hm, running off so fast—he must be truly moved by my kindness.”

“He’s not a bad person!”

Yan Zuo propped his face up with one hand, looking pleased.

…

One hour later.

“Help! Young Master Qin has run away again!!”

Liangyue Manor instantly went into level-one alert and fell into chaos.

“What a curse! Young Master Qin ran off again! We’re going to suffer so badly for it again!”

“Young Master Qin really doesn’t know how to appreciate what he has—our Young Mistress has wealth, power, and a great figure. She’s worth no less than that innocent school belle, Bai Chuchu!”

“Then again, he’s such an ugly, outrageously-dressed guy, I don’t know what Young Mistress sees in him. His bad grades? Being a weirdo recluse? Or for being bland, useless and redundant? I heard everyone in the Qin family hates him.”

“A man like that is a walking disaster. Only our Young Mistress treats him like a treasure and protects him like the apple of her eye!”

Taking advantage of the chaos, the servants vented their grievances freely.

They had endless complaints about Qin Jiang…

“Enough—how many tongues do you have to slander the new son-in-law?”

Butler Xu scolded them sternly.

As the steward of a great family, even if the son-in-law was bad, they had no right to speak ill of him.

“Butler Xu, terrible news—the son-in-law dismembered someone in order to escape…the scene is too bloody for me to look at, the kitchen is covered in blood…”

“At the scene, we found Young Master Yan Zuo’s clothes.”

When Butler Xu heard that, he finally froze in shock!

“W-what?”

“Good heavens! Quickly! Call Young Mistress!”

“Young Master Qin is courting death again.”

The old butler’s anxious heart finally sank.

Everyone in Liangyue Manor knew Qin Jiang was not to be trifled with!

Yan Liang had effectively imprisoned him in the manor and wouldn’t let him leave, so he vented his anger by wantonly destroying expensive items around the estate.

He not only uprooted the priceless medicinal plants worth millions each and replaced them with worthless vegetables, but used the daily airlifted Tianshan snow water to irrigate the vegetable patch; he smashed auction-level vases worth millions to use as dog bowls, and tore bespoke silk curtains to make dog beds.

That wasn’t all—he even wanted the Young Mistress’ prized snow wolf to mate with a mangy stray dog he found by the roadside.

The problem was, that dog was a mutt with patchy fur. Ugly enough to hurt the eyes!

Their snow wolf wouldn’t take to it at all!

Every time Butler Xu thought of the noble snow wolf being sullied by a stray, he felt like vomiting blood from rage.

The worst incident was when Qin Jiang set fire to the manor’s treasure vault.

Butler Xu couldn’t help but feel the Yan family’s pain.

Yet despite all that, Young Mistress didn’t get angry at all.

Instead she happily tied Qin Jiang to a chair, pinching his chin to gently wipe the soot from his face, while a twisted madness rose in her eyes. “Hm… so Jiang likes destruction?”

“What a coincidence—I also love seeing cold jewels and famous paintings burned and ruined. If they are destroyed… they will belong to me completely and they can’t be stolen anymore.”

“How wonderful.”

Her fingertips, dyed with red nail polish, looked seductive, making her cold, snake-like eyes take on a crimson, sickly hue.

Yan Liang’s expression softened, and in the firelight she suddenly leaned down and fiercely kissed his lips.

She sucked greedily, inch by inch laying siege, delighted to mark him with her scent.

Yan Liang breathed lightly, instinctively wanting to seize everything.

The sense of suffocation is also an extreme kind of pleasure!

The first to break down was Qin Jiang.

“Yan Liang, are you crazy? The person I love is Chuchu! You are Chuchu’s aunt and we all respect you! Don’t touch me! Whatever you do, I’ll only feel disgusted!”

Qin Jiang struggled like a madman—anyone who was out buying supplements with his girlfriend for his brother and was suddenly captured and imprisoned by a stranger would break down too.

He was just an ordinary person—seeing someone like Yan Liang, the heiress of a top financial family, was only possible thanks to Bai Chuchu.

Yan Liang let Qin Jiang vent. She didn’t care at all. She sat on the legs of the rope-bound Qin Jiang, leaning her head against his neck almost affectionately…

“Is that so? Nothing I do will matter?”

“How about this.”

The woman’s hand suddenly slid down and found a zip. Her fingertips steadied on the zipper.

What a precarious situation to be in.

In an instant, Qin Jiang’s face flushed red.

“Y-you… pervert!”

“You just noticed?”

Yan Liang ultimately stopped and didn’t continue to scare him.

Butler Xu ran through Qin Jiang’s glorious past exploits at Liangyue Manor in his head and couldn’t help rubbing his balding, wise head.

“Go to the kitchen first and check!”

The group marched into the kitchen, only to hear the ongoing “bang bang bang” of bones being chopped.

Everyone was horrified.

What was going on? Were the dismemberments still going on?

“Qin Jiang, stop this madness—you’ve already been surrounded. Young Mistress is on her way back. If you…”

At that moment, the one hacking away in the kitchen finally turned, grinning with a bloodied face.

“Sister’s back? Then I should chop this leg bone quickly and make soup for her.”

The blood-smeared face was blurred and unrecognizable.

But Qin Jiang had in fact been forced by Young Mistress to call her ‘sister’ before.

Butler Xu’s scalp tingled: Help! Another lunatic in the house! And this one’s scarier than Young Mistress!

Killing someone wasn’t enough—now he wants to make soup??

No—he couldn’t allow the young man to continue with this madness.

He had to protect the safety of his Young Mistress! That was his calling as a butler!

So he grabbed a baseball bat he’d kept ready and strode resolutely into the blood-splattered kitchen.

“Butler Xu, you don’t have to help…”

Bang!

Yan Zuo obediently refused help—Qin Jiang said his sister had been liking pork bone soup lately, and he wanted to personally butcher and simmer the soup for her.

That way, his chances of getting the limited-edition racing car he wanted next month would improve.

“Qin Jiang, tell us—who did you kill this time?”

Butler Xu, old yet vigorous, planted his foot on the boy covered in blood and demanded with overwhelming force.

“Cough… cough cough… wah wah… It’s Yan Zuo!”

Yan Zuo clattered to the ground and wailed loudly.

Butler Xu stared in confusion at the boy on the floor. NANI?!

“Y-y-young Young Master?”

“W-what did you say…? My Young Master is in your cooking pot?!”

The servants and bodyguards all dropped their jaws: We’re doomed!

Qin Jiang had really done something unforgivable this time!

Yan Zuo was even more confused. Were they calling him a pig?!

He wasn’t the pig! He wasn’t! THEY were pigs for calling him one!!!