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Back inside the emergency room.
After Qin Jiang swaggered out, he left behind the Qin family members and medical staff soaked in pig’s blood.
“Qin Jiang is truly insane, does he think that by clinging to that monster in the Yan family he can humiliate his own mother like this?”
“He’s practically a rebel! Before he even sinned for the first time, why didn’t I just strangle him when he was born!”
“That way, I’d have done society a favor by removing a pest!“
Jiang Yuyao was furious. She was a respectable, upper-class woman who always wore haute couture to elite events—when had she ever been made to look so disheveled?
Sure enough, whatever it was, once tainted by Qin Jiang the jinx, the outcome would be ruined by him and she’d be unlucky!
“Mom, are you okay? It’s all my fault—if my body wasn’t so weak that even conservative treatment needed a backup blood bag, Brother Qin Jiang wouldn’t have had to begrudgingly come here to give me blood…”
“Mom, please don’t blame Brother Qin Jiang. He took my place, so he’d surely be tormented by Miss Yan. If being bullied makes Brother Qin Jiang feel better, I’m willing to endure any grievance.”
“Just please don’t anger yourself, Mom, or I’ll be unable to eat or sleep worrying about you.”
Qin Yun stood up, his whole body bloody and foul-smelling.
Qin Jiang had flatteringly called it fresh blood, but in reality, no matter how fresh, once blood leaves the living body it quickly goes bad and emits a stench over time.
And now the entire emergency room was filled with that stench—it was unbearable.
Qin Moyun was the first to break down. Her cleanliness obsession was severe, and she wished she could strip off all the bloodstained clothes immediately.
But with so many people around she had to force herself to endure it.
She felt as if insects crawled all over her, itchy and painful, and finally she couldn’t bear it and spoke, “Mom, I’ll leave this to you all to handle—I really can’t stand this dirt and the stench.”
Then she looked at Qin Yun, who obviously hadn’t had any surgery and could even stand calmly and comfort their mother so eloquently—he didn’t look that seriously ill, did he?
A conflicted look flickered in Qin Moyun’s eyes.
She then strode out of the emergency room in high heels.
In the past, Qin Moyun could endure the torment of her cleanliness obsession to embrace Qin Yun and always made exceptions for him.
But today, for some reason, she suddenly couldn’t help scrutinizing this younger brother.
Were all the things he said to her true?
If even his serious illness was a lie, then how many words he’d ever said could be trusted?
Qin Moyun thought for a moment.
She turned back and said earnestly to Qin Yun, “Yun, I heard everything just now.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you switched to conservative treatment? Do the doctors you found have sufficient technical and academic backing for that treatment protocol?”
It sounded like concern, but it was actually a probe.
In the Qin family, as the eldest sister she always took responsibility for caring for her siblings and had inquired about and cared for Qin Yun’s illness in almost every detail.
Those words made Qin Yun’s heart tighten.
But to their mother Jiang Yuyao, it looked like a warm scene of her children helping and supporting each other.
“Moyun, don’t worry. Yun’s matters have always been our top priority to your grandmother and I.”
“As for reliable doctors, I believe that since Yun said your grandmother approved of it, it means they’ve called in the best doctors in the field.”
“Mom knows Yun stayed up for weeks last time to prepare a financial plan that solved a major career problem for you but collapsed and fell ill—you’re indebted to Yun.
“But he’s your brother, after all. Yun told me he insisted on helping you because his eldest sister is the one he admires and respects most. Seeing the closeness between you two put Mom at ease.“
“Moyun, don’t worry—go change your clothes first.”
Jiang Yuyao stepped forward just in time to relieve Qin Yun.
But when Qin Yun didn’t answer immediately, Qin Moyun smelled a rat.
Could it be… there really was some unspeakable secret?
Qin Moyun lowered her gaze. Jiang Yuyao’s mention of how Qin Yun had helped her through past difficulties stirred her.
She felt waves in her heart and couldn’t help feeling guilty for having suspected Qin Yun might be faking his illness.
Indeed, Qin Yun was so pure and kind.
He had given everything for her.
How could she doubt such a talented and caring brother?
“Yun, you take care and recuperate well.”
“As for Qin Jiang asking you for money, leave that to your eldest sis to handle.”
Hearing that, Qin Yun hurriedly interjected, “Eldest Sis, you already have enough headaches handling the company. Don’t worry—Brother Qin Jiang was just angry for a moment. He made a scene but didn’t really do anything to us, did he?”
“This shows Brother Qin Jiang is still soft-hearted and sentimental… he’s my brother. I can’t always hide behind my sisters and mom.”
“The doctor already did acupuncture on me, so I’m much better and can be discharged today.”
Qin Yun persuaded Qin Moyun against doing anything to Qin Jiang. When it came to confronting Qin Jiang, he always preferred to handle it himself.
He wanted to personally watch Qin Jiang be tormented into a cursed loner himself!
To him, someone like Qin Jiang, a low-born person, shouldn’t have come back to fight him for what was rightfully his.
He didn’t deserve it.
Nor did he have the ability to take everything that belonged to him.
“Huh, speaking of Qin Jiang, he really created a big problem for me.”
“Tomorrow Qin Jiang will go to Huajing University, right? I will accompany you to look for him in person!”
“The malicious breach of the company’s database must be related to him.”
Qin Moyun’s gaze grew firmer and her disgust for Qin Jiang rose another level.
…
Liangyue Manor.
Qin Jiang blocked the last number, turned off his phone and tossed it aside to stop further harassment.
He put on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen—youthful broad shoulders, narrow hips, long legs.
His white shirt bore a few bloodstains, as if the pristine whiteness of it had been maliciously and deliberately tainted with the perpetrator’s scent and marks…
This image, in Yan Liang’s eyes, was extremely tempting.
Yan Liang leaned against the kitchen doorway, obediently standing aside without helping, her gaze growing increasingly heated.
“Jiang, your waist… is so firm.”
“Have you trained?”
Yan Liang’s gaze wandered and landed on the area she was interested in.
One couldn’t deny Qin Jiang had a great figure—slim when clothed, with meat when unclothed.
Abs, pecs, long legs…
He had each in moderation, not exaggerated—just enough to evoke a forbidden urge to touch.
Yet his pure white shirt concealed it, as if hiding desire beneath calm waters.
Appearing tranquil… while an undercurrent surged.
Even the rise and fall of his breath felt explosively sexy.
Qin Jiang was slicing meat to cook when the knife slipped and he nearly cut his finger.
Was…such a private topic appropriate for the kitchen?
Besides, he was still fighting his little cold war with her.
He didn’t want to respond to her.
Seeing Qin Jiang not answer, Yan Liang stepped closer in red-soled stilettos, came to his side, and her slender fingertip suddenly poked that area.
“Jiang, why won’t you answer me?”
“It feels pretty solid when I poke—you really didn’t go to the gym secretly?”
To a woman, Qin Jiang’s body was flawless.
One had to admit Bai Chuchu once keeping Qin Jiang as a bootlicker wasn’t completely without taste.
Back then Qin Jiang did not dress in a mainstream manner at all.
His clothing style was hard to describe.
But occasionally wearing an oversized T-shirt and loose joggers, as long as he covered his face, he looked hot from the neck down.
“Yan Liang, don’t simply poke me like that.”
“You’re a girl, not a pervert.”
A vein twitched on Qin Jiang’s forehead as he quickly stepped away to evade Yan Liang’s grasp.
But he inwardly sighed at his audacity—he’d actually dared to call the female demon by her real name.
After his rebirth, Qin Jiang always called Yan Liang pet names like “Yanyan,” “baby,” “wife,” “wifey.”
He knew well that with a yandere, possessive wife, stroking her fur gently was key.
But he almost forgot that in his past life he never used Yan Liang’s name—only when enraged to the extreme did he hurl insults like “female demon,” “pervert,” “madwoman,” and… “monster!”
Gosh~~
He’d been spoiled too much by the female demon—now he was brazen.
“Jiang, I will be obedient.”
Yan Liang obediently withdrew, like a girl who deliberately misbehaved to attract attention and then acted sweet after succeeding.
Qin Jiang surprisingly glimpsed a hint of… cuteness on Yan Liang’s face?
Tsk, super adorable.
Was this still Yan Liang?
It felt like a dream.
“Mm, our Yanyan is such a good girl.”
Qin Jiang took the moment to pat the she-devil’s head again. The motion, initially awkward, had now grown familiar…
“Alright, dinner is almost ready.”
“Go sit down—once I finish the last dish I’ll come eat with you.”
After a bout of busy work, dusk had already fallen.
The horizon glowed with rich swathes of orange and pink.
It cast a happy hue over the whole Liangyue Manor.
Qin Jiang’s cooking skills performed as usual.
He made four dishes and a soup.
Each dish was substantial.
Soon, with the kitchen door left ajar, the aroma drifted out.
It tempted everyone’s taste buds in the manor.
Especially Zhou Ning, standing nearest, who watched Qin Jiang braise beef brisket in the pot.
He felt like he was watching a new TV show called “A Bite of Liangyue Manor”.
High-end ingredients often used the simplest cooking methods.
The fragrance wafted through Liangyue Manor, rousing everyone’s appetites.
Zhou Ning even sniffed and sucked his lips quietly.
He was so jealous. The young mistress was about to enjoy a wonderful feast.
“Yanyan, your stomach is weak—you must eat less raw food, preferably none.”
“From now on, eat more hot dishes. Tell me what cuisine you want and I’ll cook it myself.”
Qin Jiang stood by the table, reaching to tidy Yan Liang’s slightly messy hair, his eyes full of adoration.
Since he had become her husband, he intended to love her for life.
He would never again let her accompany him down the doomed path of his past life.
But as soon as he moved closer, Yan Liang, seated, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest.
She whispered shyly, “Jiang is so good—what am I going to do… It’s becoming harder and harder for me to be without you.”
These words were secretly a probe into his thoughts.
Yan Liang had sunk into the triumph of having Qin Jiang wholly occupied by her.
But how long could it last this time?
She wanted to know the limit—she wanted him to play the part longer this time.
“Then never leave.”
“Yanyan, we are husband and wife.”
“You don’t have to fear me deceiving you again. I’ll prove with my actions that the rest of my life belongs to my Yanyan.”
Qin Jiang enunciated each word and spoke very earnestly.
Zhou Ning stood at the table and was about to cry from seeing the food but being unable to eat.
But upon hearing Qin Jiang’s vow, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes inwardly.
Qin Jiang, if I hadn’t personally caught you alive dozens of times from the mountains outside Liangyue Manor, I’d almost have believed you.
Yan Liang appraised Qin Jiang’s sincere demeanor, feeling as if her heart had been stuffed with honey.
But she didn’t dare to believe it.
Nor did she want to believe it.
Her gaze suddenly turned icy and sinister, as if the earlier obedient, somewhat cute act had been an illusion.
The real Yan Liang was a cruel, cold-blooded monster who never saw the light of day.
The security she wanted wasn’t Qin Jiang’s promise.
It was holding his head, grabbing his throat and kissing him, clinging to him unto death!
It was a merging of souls!!
It was an unabashed possessiveness.
It was an exclusivity that wanted to crush both into one melded being.
It was crazed, passionate, pathological domination and control!
But that would scare her “little lamb” husband.
It would scare Qin Jiang away.
So the disguise was necessary.
Qin Jiang was constantly coaxing Yan Liang, but that obedient version of Yan Liang before him was also coaxing Qin Jiang in her own way.
She acted obedient just to entangle him longer and more tightly!
“Jiang, I believe you.”
Or rather, she really meant, Jiang, I believe you for the time being.
Yan Liang’s eyes were extremely calm and rational, with a teasing, superior look as if watching prey perform in a cage.
“Alright, sit down and eat.”
Yan Liang took Qin Jiang’s hand and motioned him to sit.
As for the last dish, Yan Liang threw Zhou Ning a look.
Zhou Ning stared at him for a moment before pointing to himself.
Man, how he missed Butler Xu!
From the bottom of his heart! [heart emoji]
Qin Jiang sat down. He wasn’t stupid and naturally saw that Yan Liang didn’t believe what he just said and dismissed them as lies.
Like the saying goes, anyone who walks along the river often would have wet shoes.
He was soaked all over.
If Yan Liang believed him, that would be a miracle!
Still, he was also reminding himself—he would prove it to Yanyan with actions.
“Jiang, you don’t have to make me meals every day—you are my husband, not a servant.”
“I already have a cook to take care of that. It’s true that I used to have a poor appetite and couldn’t eat, but as long as you’re here I’ll eat properly.”
“In Liangyue Manor, you’re the one who belongs here as the owner.”
“You don’t need to orbit around me. I know you have high ambitions—I respect your plans and dreams and can even help you accomplish them anytime.”
“As long as you don’t run away, everything is negotiable.”
Yan Liang pulled Qin Jiang close and they stared at each other.
Her disdainful, icy eyes were cold and aloof like an ice lotus in a sea of snow.
She was offering him terms.
Compared to Qin Jiang changing for no reason, she trusted the seductive power of the conditions she set.
Qin Jiang stared intently into Yan Liang’s eyes, which appeared emotionless.
In truth… he saw her lips tremble slightly.
Young Mistress Yan was nervous.
Nervous for him.
That was enough.
Qin Jiang suddenly smiled.
Then he steeled himself and, willingly for the first time without any coercion… kissed Yan Liang.
“Yanyan, since you say I’m the owner of Liangyue Manor.”
“Then… do I count as your owner too?”
“Can you call me that?”
To ease the atmosphere, Qin Jiang again turned the tables wildly.
Everyone at Liangyue Manor gasped inside.
The man had definitely lost his mind!
He was bent on getting himself killed!
Not that they really cared, but they were afraid of being implicated as well.
Far away from them in the kitchen, Zhou Ning, nervously inexperienced with cooking, flung his spatula.
Sigh… I might as well toss myself into the wok and fry myself too!
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