Chapter 54: He’s Bad And Doesn’t Want You Anymore

In the bath, Qin Jiang was sweating like rain.

The effect of using calming essential oil on his yandere wife in the steam-filled bath was…

His mind didn’t calm down at all. Instead, he nearly had a seizure from what he was doing.

Fortunately in the end, Qin Jiang’s reason suddenly took the high ground, slamming on the brakes and pulling his wandering hand back onto the right track.

All night, even in his dreams, Yan Liang lay on the massage bath table and looked back at him with that gaze.

It was a look that hesitated to speak yet was full of beckoning.

A sin—truly a sin.

Luckily Yan Liang had been tired from work lately and always slept very soundly beside him.

She smelled Qin Jiang’s scent and the calming essential oil, and slowly closed her eyes in the misty bathroom.

Seeing her asleep, Qin Jiang’s nerves relaxed like never before, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He got up, washed Yan Liang again, wrapped her in a fresh towel, and carefully carried the sleeping woman back to the bedroom bed.

After doing this, Qin Jiang did not climb into bed.

This time, he actually went to both sides of the bed, took out the chains Yan Liang had once used to bind his hands and feet, and worked quietly to avoid waking her.

Then, calmly, he locked them.

He locked Yan Liang’s limbs to the bed, making sure nothing was left undone, and took every key he knew of, stuffing them in his pocket.

Then, he tiptoed out of the bedroom.

He thought he had left nothing to chance.

He didn’t notice that the moment the bedroom door closed, the woman who should have been sleeping suddenly opened her eyes on the bed.

In her eyes were extreme, complicated detachment and coldness.

Qin Jiang… how dare you lock me up?

What are you trying to do this time?

Yan Liang gave a bitter smile, glanced at a red-dressed plush doll in the room and said self-deprecatingly, “Yue… undo my chains for me!“

With Yan Liang’s command.

The ornate red-dressed doll on the bookshelf, its skin oddly lifelike and its clear, glassy eyes, actually moved a little the instant Yan Liang called “her.”

“Sister Liang, he’s bad and doesn’t want you anymore.”

“But Yue wants you.”

The doll suddenly spoke in the voice of a four- or five-year-old girl—childish and nasal—and in the quiet night it sounded extremely eerie.

Then the doll began to move…

If Qin Jiang had been there, he would have noticed that this doll was the very one Yan Liang had held, blood-soaked, when she murdered the Qin family in his past life.

Back then, the doll was likewise covered in blood. Even at its mouth there seemed to remain undigested, torn bits of flesh.

Inside the master bedroom.

The clatter of chains hitting the floor was the sound of the Young Mistress—Yan Liang, a yandere and bloodthirsty killer—regaining her freedom.

Now she had changed into a red dress, her pale feet stepped on the carpet as she slowly walked out…

…

After Qin Jiang locked Yan Liang up, he had thoughtfully drawn all the curtains in the master bedroom tightly shut.

He quickly left the master bedroom and slipped to the living room doorway.

Qin Jiang checked his phone—it was almost two in the morning.

The date was right, the time was right.

He was lying in wait, expecting Yan Zuo to arrive anytime now. That was the same person who, in his last life, had deliberately lured him to the basement to scare him.

Sure enough, just after he hid behind the door.

A dark figure snuck into Liangyue Manor.

He went up without trouble to the second floor.

He arrived at the door of the room where Qin Jiang had once been punished and confined.

He took out a key and opened the lock.

Then he walked in.

“Huh, wasn’t Qin Jiang supposed to be locked in here as punishment?”

“Why is there no one?”

Yan Zuo was suspicious. He had deliberately chosen tonight and even brought a whole bag of itching powder to give Qin Jiang a lesson.

To him, this house was not a place where Qin Jiang could just do as he pleased.

The owners of this house were the Yans, not a Qin!

In Qin Jiang’s previous life, Qin Jiang had happened to anger Yan Liang at this time, so he was confined in the room and chained to the large bed.

To prevent his escape, his food had been cut off for two days. He could only drink water and was extremely weak.

That night Yan Zuo had bribed a guard at Liangyue Manor and, using his special access card as a Yan family member, freely entered the manor and went into his own room.

He first sprinkled Qin Jiang all over with itching powder.

Then he dragged Qin Jiang to the entrance of Yan Liang’s secret basement—a place he’d only peeked into before.

He vaguely knew of Yan Liang’s terrifying, cruel methods.

And the biggest reason why Qin Jiang had become terrified and desperately wanted to escape from Yan Liang had come from that night.

Yan Zuo pushed him into Yan Liang’s room where she restrained her sickness and suppressed her madness. He forced him to look one by one at the tools that resembled torture instruments.

Chains were just child’s play.

Toothed hooks, axes as thick as arms, even blood-shedding blades and steel beds…

The ancient implements used to torture prisoners were all laid out in that little dark room.

He had been locked in a room many times by Yan Liang, but had never seen such a terrifying room.

At that time he thought he had glimpsed the darkest, most ruthless and vicious side of Yan Liang.

He only wanted to escape.

But the itching on his body held him back. That itching powder, even a little, was enough to drive someone mad, to tear at the heart and lungs.

But Yan Zuo had sprinkled an entire bottle on him.

Not only did his skin itch, he felt as if worms were crawling in his bones.

He scratched himself frantically, breaking his skin, even trying to claw at the pain in his bones, and slowly crawled toward those so-called torture tools that belonged to Yan Liang…

If… if he cut open his flesh, would the itch stop?

At that moment he thought so.

Then an axe appeared before his eyes.

It was handed to him by Yan Zuo.

“Qin Jiang, use this to cut open your arm… then it won’t itch anymore.”