Chapter 53: True Spouses Must Be Honest With Each Other

“Ahem, I’m being serious, baby.”

Qin Jiang tried to playfully tease her, but found he simply couldn’t — his body wouldn’t cooperate.

“Mm, I’m serious too.”

Yan Liang smiled seductively, a hint of wicked charm lighting her eyes and brows. She was already holding Qin Jiang’s waist, and now she slipped her hand directly inside his clothes.

As if she were about to strike at the core the next moment.

Qin Jiang tensed, heat flushing from his face to the base of his neck.

Ugh! What was he going to do with this demanding yandere wife of his?

He had to be available anytime.

Yan Liang gave Qin Jiang no time to be shy. Her slender fingertips casually pinched his abs.

One had to admit, a great body was a man’s best “dowry.”

Yan Liang was truly pleased with his physique.

“Jiang, sit properly.”

Yan Liang rose and suddenly made room, letting Qin Jiang sit where she had been.

Then the domineering, enchanting woman sat on his lap, looping her arms around his neck and gently resting her head against his nape — obedient in a way that surprised Qin Jiang.

“I read your proposal, the ideas are good and feasible. My Jiang is truly a man I have chosen.”

“A dragon isn’t meant for a pond — I believe you can run the company well.“

More than the yandere Young Mistress suddenly melting in his arms, it was Yan Liang’s unconditional trust that shocked Qin Jiang.

In the Qin family, no one had ever believed in him.

But with Yan Liang, even though he had pushed her away countless times and told her to get lost.

Yet Yan Liang still trusted him, even willing to give everything for him unconditionally.

With a wife like that, what more could a husband ask for?

Qin Jiang couldn’t help but vow inwardly that he would treat Yanyan better and better from now on.

“Yanyan, do you really trust me that much?” Qin Jiang asked, puzzled.

“Yes, this idea won’t fail to pay off.”

“Of course — if you need talent for AI development, Qin Yan International will always be your backup.”

“Jiang, you are also always my fallback.”

“Don’t leave me… in this world, you’re all I have left.”

Yan Liang suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with softness and fragility.

The Young Mistress, always domineering and harsh, seemed unusually different tonight.

Had something happened?

Yan Liang was clingy, leaning into Qin Jiang’s arms without weighing him down. With her eyes closed she looked as obedient and harmless as a little baby.

Qin Jiang’s heart softened. He bent over and kissed her forehead.

The soft touch reached the cold, ruthless heart Yan Liang had long concealed.

“Yanyan, don’t be afraid. No matter what happens, I won’t leave you.”

“Go to sleep.”

Qin Jiang carried Yan Liang, intending to take her back to the bedroom. His proposal didn’t seem so important compared to his wife.

The tall Qin Jiang cradled her like she was a princess and headed to the room.

They reached the bedroom.

Yan Liang slowly lifted her eyes, her fingertip resting on the button at his collar, and she whispered softly into the young man’s ear, “Jiang, I haven’t showered yet.”

“I’m tired today. Will you wash me?”

Qin Jiang froze, almost dropping the beautiful woman in his arms.

But his reason made him control his movements.

“Wh…what?”

“Isn’t that a bit… inappropriate…?”

Qin Jiang couldn’t help blushing — Yan Liang was his first and only woman. Bai Chuchu in the past wouldn’t even let him touch her, so all his experience with women came from Yan Liang.

Of course, every time he tasted it he wanted more.

But…he had hardly ever taken the initiative.

And because of his shyness, most of the time he was groped in the dark and toyed with by Yan Liang.

But now, to… to… personally wash Yan Liang?

This was something he wouldn’t have dared even if he’d been driven mad in his previous life.

What was she trying to do?

Was she trying to train his willpower?

“Hm? What’s wrong with that?”

“Is it that my figure isn’t good enough, or my looks aren’t pretty enough? Or… if it were Bai Chuchu, you would be willing?”

“Jiang, I’ve always known you treat me with the respect due an elder, but now we’re husband and wife!”

“Spouses…should be honest and open with each other.”

After Qin Jiang carried her into the room, Yan Liang’s crimson-painted toes landed on the plush carpet. Without giving Qin Jiang time to think, she had already started unbuttoning three or four buttons at his chest…

As if unbuttoning one by one was too slow.

Yan Liang turned and ripped them off in one fierce tug!

Ssshh…

“Humph, this clothing store is so blacklisted — the clothes they made for Jiang aren’t sturdy at all, they fall apart with a light rip…”

Yan Liang accused the store like a thief crying ‘stop thief,’ as she threw her head back and smiled coquettishly.

The high-and-mighty tycoon CEO by day was so alluring and naughty at night.

Qin Jiang’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He felt a flush of heat.

“Ahem, Yanyan is right.”

“I really should get over this.”

“As a man, I should take the initiative to overcome this, rather than let Yanyan hold onto these doubts and act because of them.”

“I’ll go run the bath first, baby — wait for me, okay?”

By the time Qin Jiang finished speaking, Yan Liang had already torn his shirt off and it fell to the floor. He slipped away to the bathroom as fast as his feet could carry him.

Oh no — aside from his weak constitution, he was so excited that a rush of heat made his nose bleed.

He hurriedly grabbed a nearby towel to dab at it and started filling the tub.

The master bedroom in Liangyue Manor was huge, so the bathroom was almost like a small swimming pool, but the automation was efficient and the water rushed out quickly as soon as he started.

And the temperature control was just right.

Qin Jiang looked at all this and couldn’t help sighing again: being rich is really fucking great~

In his past life he truly didn’t appreciate the blessings he had.

With such a beautiful, huge bathtub, he had foolishly considered drowning himself to force Yan Liang to let him go.

Truly, he had walked himself into a tight corner.

As the water in the pool rose and the temperature suitable for bathing produced layers of steam, Qin Jiang heard a sound from behind.

Qin Jiang turned around. His nose warmed again and another nosebleed burst forth.

He saw Yan Liang had stripped out of her work outfit and was wearing a black lace nightdress — a sexy style that showed off slender, straight legs.

Her slightly curled dark red hair lay languidly loose, cascading like an enthralling demon among the waves — simply stunning.

Yan Liang parted her red lips to speak, but seeing his nosebleed she paused, then lightly laughed, “Jiang…I see you’ve got really good blood circulation.”

“Looks like you’ll need some heat-clearing, fire-extinguishing medicine.”

Yan Liang walked closer and wordlessly sat at the edge of the tub.

“Husband, what are you standing there for?”

“First help me take off my clothes, then massage my shoulders.”

Yan Liang said this, then turned to one side, so her back was against Qin Jiang. Her black nightdress was designed for convenience, with tied bow knots at the back of her neck and at her lower back.

As if he only needed to tug gently…

Qin Jiang quickly shook his head to cast off his lewd thoughts.

With Yanyan trusting him like this, how could he let desire take over?

Besides, the Young Mistress’s back was fair, smooth, flawless… it would be a pity not to do cupping on it.

Thinking this, Qin Jiang moved closer, gritted his teeth, and pulled both bow knots at once.

He heard Yan Liang draw in a soft, surprised breath.

Qin Jiang’s mind went blank and his face flushed red.

Then, with a plop.

Yan Liang had smoothly slipped into the tub. Qin Jiang swallowed and thought that since things had come this far…

He might as well give Yanyan a massage.

It so happened he had brought out all the calming essential oils from the Qin family — he wasn’t letting that accursed family have anything good from him.

“Yanyan, don’t move — I just need a moment…”

“Uh, no, I mean, let me go get a bottle of oil…”

Yan Liang lazily swam to the edge of the tub, letting her head droop onto her propped arm.

“So our Jiang…is this romantic after all?”

Qin Jiang’s head nearly burst.

Aaaaaah! He meant calming essential oil!

Not the type for creating the mood!!