Chapter 39: You’re Taken

Qin Jiang opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the mess of bedding and his shirt and trousers tossed on the floor.

It seemed the yandere heiress had drained him dry again last night.

Just then, Yan Liang walked out of the bathroom. The motorized curtains opened and golden morning light flooded the room, casting a halo over the woman.

Yan Liang was wearing a red robe today. Her fluffy, dark-red long curls fell loosely, and as she moved she inadvertently revealed a bare, pale, delicate back.

The curve of her back rose and fell like a stretch of snow-white mountains, a gentle beauty half-hidden at the tied waist.

She was barefoot, the tops of her feet were pale and soft.

Stepping on the plush luxury carpet, they looked like jade and snow.

It made him involuntarily recall the feeling of Yan Liang’s foot pressing on him last night.

The image was too explicit. Qin Jiang couldn’t bear to look any longer.

He hurriedly got up.

He had classes this morning.

But just as he sat up, that seductive splash of color suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yan Liang unrestrainedly sat on Qin Jiang’s thigh, looping an arm around his neck, her slim fingertips idly hooked under his jaw.

Her languid yet sharp gaze roamed over his face, neck, collarbone…

Slowly moving downward.

“Ahem, Yanyan, if you don’t get ready to go to the company, you’ll be late.”

Qin Jiang had always known that Yan Liang was, by nature, extremely rational and had a strong sense of time as a superior.

As the CEO of Yan Group, she led by example and rarely let personal matters interfere with business.

Of course, from his experience.

Anyone who could make her delay business was usually him.

She had come to capture him.

To take him back, lock him up, and torment him.

“No rush.”

“Jiang, you’re going to school today?”

Yan Liang sat in his lap like a queen unabashedly doting on her favorite boytoy.

“Mhm, I have class today.”

“Yanyan, don’t worry, I definitely won’t run.”

“You can have people watch me the whole time or implant a tracking chip—anything that will make you feel secure, I’m willing to do it.”

Qin Jiang said this earnestly.

In short, he still had to develop his own career. He couldn’t always hide under Yan Liang’s wing and enjoy her gifts.

He was a man. With such an outstanding wife, he couldn’t really be a gigolo with no achievements.

“Mm, I said before that I trust you.”

“Of course I won’t go back on my word.”

“But… before you go, I want to leave a stamp on you.”

Yan Liang’s beautiful eyes flickered. Her striking features drew close, her pale slender neck entwined with his, and her waist-length dark-red curls swayed with her movements.

A sharp stinging sensation came from his neck.

It was oddly numbing and pleasantly tingling.

The woman’s peach-colored lips were stained red with his blood, and her fangs were spotted. Yan Liang retracted her claws and obediently nuzzled his face like a well-fed calico cat.

“Mm, you’re not allowed to cover it.”

“You are taken now.”

Only then was Yan Liang satisfied. She got off him and went to change into professional attire.

Black stockings, long legs, a pencil skirt.

A white shirt, red lips, red-soled high heels.

Yan Liang in professional clothes looked sharp and domineering, yet exuded an irresistible allure.

Qin Jiang couldn’t help but sigh that his wife was perfect in every way—the ultimate among women.

Except for being a bit thin, too clingy and being an overly possessive yandere, there was nothing wrong.

He stretched, got up, and went to wash and change.

Today he deliberately chose a less low-key set of casual clothes.

After all, he was still a college student who was tall and well-built, so he was practically a walking clothes rack.

In the underground garage.

This time, Qin Jiang picked a Bugatti Veyron supercar, went to another villa to pick up Song Jie, and the two headed to school.

This time, he wasn’t being low-key.

The flashy top-tier supercar roared into campus early in the morning, instantly drawing thousands of gazes.

“Oh my god, Qin Jiang’s rich woman is unreal—changing his car every day?”

“Am I the only one who thinks Qin Jiang is being too arrogant? He’s a male home-wrecker, but he really thinks he’s somebody… If he keeps being so flashy, he’ll get taken down by the rightful husband sooner or later!”

“Hey, look, Bai Chuchu also arrived in a luxury car… oh? It’s a BMW?”

“Don’t make things up—our campus beauty usually doesn’t care for appearances, she must have had no choice but to come in a fancy car… After all, compared to Qin Jiang’s car, her BMW 3 Series looks like a beaten-up tricycle~”