Chapter 55: The Whip Dipped In Iodophor, Disinfecting While Whipping

It had been unbearably itchy for Qin Jiang back then.

As if he had been possessed by a ghost, he raised his hand, took the axe, and was about to hack at his own arm.

The itch burrowed into his bones, piercing the skin. His nails tore flesh, his body stained with blood, yet he couldn’t feel pain—only the consuming itch…

The moment the axe bit into flesh, sharp pain finally replaced the itch, snapping his mind awake with a buzz and stopping him from going further.

Yan Zuo paused, his triumphant smile faltering. A sinister glower filled his eyes as he demanded, “Why did you stop?”

“Keep chopping!”

“Qin Jiang, you useless trash—you’ll never be worthy of my sister. Being near the hem of her skirt is your good fortune, yet you don’t appreciate it… How dare you keep bullying her! Now you’ll reap what you sow!”

“Tonight I’ll teach you the first lesson about entering the Yan family—this is the Yan family, not some place anyone can step into!!”

As Yan Zuo spoke, he stepped forward to grab the axe from Qin Jiang’s hand to “help“ him continue.

In that moment, Qin Jiang truly realized one thing.

There wasn’t a single sane person in this family.

All of them were lunatics!

If Yan Liang hadn’t been even crazier, he’d probably have been devoured by this pack of madmen in the Yan family.

At that time, Qin Jiang curled on the basement floor. The pain in his arm slightly eased the itch, but not much—he could only writhe on the ground in pain and itchiness, which was even worse than being dead.

In that moment he hated Yan Liang with all his heart—she had tied him up and imprisoned him at Liangyue Manor, making him a toy for the Yan family’s cruelty.

But before she died, Yan Liang had curled into his arms, clutching his neck with clingy tenderness and whispered, “Jiang, I cut off my brother’s hand…”

“They were right. I’m a monster who can cruelly hurt my own kin. I never wanted my hands stained with so much family blood… they forced me…”

“Jiang, if there’s a next life… I hope my hands can be cleaner, to be the kind of pure, innocent girl you like.”

“But I can never achieve that. I won’t give anyone the chance to bully you…”

Back then Qin Jiang let Yan Liang lean on him. Tears flowed as he wanted to reach out and stroke her hair to comfort her, but he found he had no strength to lift his hand.

It hurt! It hurt so much!!

So in this life, when it came to such filthy business, Qin Jiang planned to handle it himself!

…

Yan Zuo stood at the doorway, unaware that everything had changed this life.

To make everything follow the same development as before, Qin Jiang even tracked down and bribed the bodyguard Yan Zuo had bought off in the previous life.

All for the sake of tonight. When it came to revenge on Yan Zuo… he would carry it out himself!

Yan Zuo eyed the empty room suspiciously, but it was Liangyue Manor after all and he was half a master here, so he boldly carried the bag of itching powder into the room.

There was a lump under the blanket on the bed.

It seemed Qin Jiang had been tortured and had fallen asleep?

Good, good… that would make things easy for him.

Yan Zuo strode forward and poured the entire bag of itching powder over the figure on the bed, just like in Qin Jiang’s previous life.

But the next moment, the quilt was suddenly yanked off—the itch powder he had just poured was all shaken back onto Yan Zuo.

Immediately, Yan Zuo tumbled to the floor in terror.

“Qin… Qin Jiang?”

“Why aren’t you under the quilt? You… you dared to set me up?”

Yan Zuo was furious—he was the Yan family’s young master, Yan Liang’s biological brother by the same mother.

Even if he did something to Qin Jiang, his sister would at most give him a scolding.

But a single lesson could eliminate Qin Jiang, and preventing Qin Jiang from throwing his sister into despair again would be worth it.

Though his sister forbade him to intervene, he had already heard about how Qin Jiang repeatedly fled and provoked her…

His sister already had a hereditary family illness… she wouldn’t live past 25.

If Qin Jiang kept provoking her, he feared she wouldn’t live past 22…

So, getting rid of Qin Jiang was imperative.

In Qin Jiang’s previous life, he almost killed Qin Jiang—only fate spared him, and Yan Liang appeared at the crucial moment.

She lunged at Qin Jiang and with a sickle, hacked off two of Yan Zuo’s fingers. “Yan Zuo, how dare you bully him—you’re asking for death!”

Yan Zuo staggered back in disbelief, eyes full of innocence as he lifted his hands in grievance. “Sis, he’s not worthy of you!”

“He even has another woman in his heart! He’s not worth it…”

Yan Liang didn’t bother arguing and had him tied up.

“Tell me who ordered you to do this.”

“Or you should know what I’ll do to you!”

Before Qin Jiang lost consciousness, his whole body went cold as his vitals faded.

But the next moment, something hot suddenly seared his cold face…

He was held by Yan Liang—the proud, cruel yandere Young Mistress was suddenly like a fragile glass doll, as if she could shatter at any second.

“Jiang, I love you. I won’t let you die!”

“If you die, I’ll make a coffin big enough for two and bury you in my arms. We’ll die together.”

Qin Jiang shoved Yan Liang away with bitter resentment, shaking his head and weakly saying, “No… no… I don’t want that…”

“You lunatic, don’t taint my path to rebirth.”

…

This time, Qin Jiang wasn’t the victim. He stood and watched.

He watched coldly as Yan Zuo writhed on the ground, itchy and agonized just like his past self had.

Hah… serves him right.

But how was this small revenge enough?

So Qin Jiang stepped forward and took a black leather whip from the bedside table.

It wasn’t something he’d specially prepared… he had swiped it from Yan Liang’s little room.

Qin Jiang glanced down at Yan Zuo as he began frantically scratching himself. The pampered Young Master Yan’s fair skin quickly bore scratched blood streaks.

But that still wasn’t enough.

Qin Jiang deliberately took out a pair of gloves from the drawer and put them on, then bent down to bind Yan Zuo’s hands with the whip, removed his own socks, put on a new pair, and shoved the used socks into Yan Zuo’s mouth to gag him.

So that the noise wouldn’t be too loud tonight and wake Yanyan.

“Mmm mmm… mmm mmm… mmmmmm…”

Help! Save me! Qin Jiang has gone mad!!

Yan Zuo was tied and dragged out by the whip, and the friction across the floor made him itch more and more.

He wanted to scratch, but his hands were bound.

Agony beyond bearing.

Was Qin Jiang giving him a taste of his own medicine?

Seeing Qin Jiang dragging him toward his sister’s forbidden basement, Yan Zuo truly started panicking.

Why… why did Qin Jiang know the entire process he’d planned to torture him with?

He hadn’t even told the bodyguard he’d personally bribed.

In the basement.

Qin Jiang tossed Yan Zuo into the dark room he knew all too well.

This was the place where, in his last life, he had been forced by Yan Zuo to hack at his own arm with an axe.

He undid the whip, grabbed Yan Zuo’s chin with his gloved hand and disdainfully pulled the socks out of his mouth.

“Young Master Yan, you really are a rotten bastard—brewing a bellyful of nasty schemes.”

“What, now you get to taste how it feels like being tormented—and you feel that you’ve been wronged?” Qin Jiang said this as he nonchalantly walked to the operating table and, with practiced ease, took out a bottle of iodophor.

Seeing this, Yan Zuo went numb.

“Qin… Qin Jiang, what are you trying to do?”

“I just came at night to play a joke on you, a prank—I never meant to hurt you.”

“Besides, I’m covered in itching powder already—that’s punishment enough! I won’t mess with you anymore…”

“I’m begging you as the young master… please let me go…”

Yan Zuo was truly panicking.

He was miserable and wanted to roll on the ground, but his innate noble pride kept him from doing something so humiliating.

But when he looked up he saw Qin Jiang already soaking the whip in iodophor…

Oh no… what was he doing??

Beating him wasn’t enough—he wanted to use a chemical too?

The more Yan Zuo thought about it, the more panicked he became. The itching forced him to writhe on the ground like a maggot.

His dignity—trampled!

But compared to losing his life…he surrendered.

“Who ordered you to do this to me?”

Qin Jiang spoke calmly. His handsome face was in the shadows now, like a bloodthirsty executioner.

This… this familiar, oppressive feeling!

Qin Jiang was behaving like his sister.

How could Qin Jiang be as mad as his sister?

“No… no one ordered me.”

“I just wanted to prank you, Qin Jiang, please let me go…”

Yan Zuo wanted to cry but no tears came to his eyes.

“Tsk, how dare you call me Qin Jiang!”

Crack!

A whip lashed Yan Zuo mercilessly, tearing skin and flesh in an instant.

Qin Jiang watched with cold eyes, emotionless.

He was being fairly humane, actually, since he had dipped the whip in iodophor, so he was disinfecting the wound while creating them…

Of course he wouldn’t admit it… that the bloodied wounds from the whip that were doused in the highly disinfectant iodophor….

Was an indescribably cruelly gratifying sensation!

“What should you be calling me? Say it!” Qin Jiang raised an eyebrow and commanded.

“Qin…”

“Hm?”

Another lash fell, ruthless.

He was no longer the Qin Jiang who could be butchered in the last life.

This life, he would be the one to take control.

“Aaaah!! Help!!” Yan Zuo wailed.

Qin Jiang struck again and again!

In the end, the stubborn Young Master Yan reluctantly bowed his head, “Bro… Brother-in-law… please don’t hit me anymore, sob sob…”