Chapter 74: Jiang, I Want A Massage

Yan Liang lifted her hand and, taking advantage of Qin Jiang’s bent posture, wrapped her arms around his waist in her usual domineering, forceful manner.

Her petite body nimbly wriggled further into Qin Jiang’s arms.

Her face pressed against Qin Jiang’s chest, nuzzling like a needy calico seeking affection.

The soft, clingy touch, the sweetness of having his beloved in his arms—almost made Qin Jiang, a man of iron will, dizzy and disoriented…

“Ahem… okay, I’ll hug you.”

“What’s wrong with our Yanyan? Can you tell your husband now?”

“Did those two old servants make you angry? I’ll teach them a lesson right now!”

Qin Jiang now realized his skill at coaxing his yandere wife had essentially matured to a new level.

And as a bonus, he could assert his authority in front of Zhou Ning and Butler Xu—he felt ridiculously pleased.

Zhou Ning and Butler Xu were immediately alarmed.

Mr. Qin, you can eat carelessly, but you can’t speak recklessly.

Did they look like they would dare to do anything to make Yan Liang angry?!

Yan Liang casually glanced at the two being punished, then nodded cooperatively with an aggrieved look on her face. “Mm-hmm, they’re… too ugly for me.”

Yan Liang made a casual excuse—she just wanted to cling to Qin Jiang and not get up.

Boom!

For a moment Zhou Ning and Old Butler Xu felt as if the sky were falling.

But being the Young Mistress’s teasing target was their honor.

The two could only force out smiles than made them look uglier than if they cried, “Sorry, Young Mistress!”

“We’ll leave at once and never pollute the Young Mistress’s eyes again.”

Yan Liang had never engaged in such childish little interactions before.

But no matter what she did, the way Zhou Ning and Old Butler Xu always played along still warmed her heart a little.

It seemed like after Jiang had accepted her love, her eyes, once clouded, suddenly realized that there were also other people in her life who pampered her like a little girl.

Yan Liang waved her hand, signaling them to leave.

Then she raised her right hand—whose previous wound hadn’t fully healed yet—and looked at Qin Jiang beseechingly, holding it up.

Jiang, my hand… it hurts.

Yan Liang imitated the affected mannerisms of TV heroines she’d been binge-watching, her movements stiff and her tone even more awkward.

She hadn’t really behaved coquettishly around men before—Qin Jiang was the first.

But most of the time she could only use forceful means to keep him from running away.

Thus, the Young Mistress’s attempts at acting spoiled were terribly awkward.

Her skills were miles away from anything like the way she was in bed…

Qin Jiang watched the proud, yandere woman feign fragility—she was clearly just pretending to be like this, yet at this moment he found Yanyan especially adorable.

Indeed, when you love someone.

Whatever she does, you’ll find it utterly cute.

Qin Jiang sat down. With his tall frame, he easily settled Yan Liang onto his lap.

Seeing that Zhou Ning and Old Butler Xu hadn’t yet retreated.

He simply gave them a look and had them bring the first-aid kit.

Over the past nights, Qin Jiang had been personally treating and bandaging Yan Liang’s hand every night.

In the past, Yan Liang would have just left such a wound to scab over by itself.

Now the woman had even learned to pout in an aggrieved manner.

Jiang, it hurts.

Then she watched the man willingly busy himself with dressing the wound for her.

Tsk, you were naughty and hurt yourself.”

“Now you realize it hurts?”

Qin Jiang’s tone was teasing, feigning sternness, yet Yan Liang somehow heard a trace of concern in it.

She obediently extended her hand, letting Qin Jiang skillfully change the dressing and re-bandage it.

But when the old gauze was removed.

Zhou Ning and Old Butler Xu were stunned. Goodness… The wound had healed and the scab was already on the verge of falling off!

That’s it? That’s it?!! The Young Mistress actually cried out in pain over this?

The Young Mistress who once held a sickle and kept silent even when covered in blood…

Jiang, I want a massage.

Yan Liang also realized that crying about this wound might be a bit much.

So she shifted her gaze and softly changed the topic.

Then, while Qin Jiang was still tidying the first-aid kit, Yan Liang cast a cold glance at Zhou Ning and Old Xu.

The two old servants immediately obediently turned away.

They felt like crying.

Money was already hard enough to earn and shit was hard to swallow!

But harder to swallow was having to watch their employers display way too much physical affection for each other!

Qin Jiang looked down at her. He had seen through Yan Liang’s little trick.

So just as he reached out to massage her hand, his fingers suddenly turned and covered the woman’s soft, fair cheek, giving it a firm pinch.

“Naughty girl.”

“That’s your punishment.”

“Do you dare to do that again?”

Qin Jiang’s pinch wasn’t gentle—the feeling of pinching her plump, soft cheek was simply divine~

Yet the admonishing words from his mouth sounded very serious.

He dared to scold the yandere Young Mistress?

And even made her willingly soften for him… how could that not be a skill?

Zhou Ning and Butler Xu nearly gasped.

Qin Jiang!! You’ve figured out how to turn the tables.

Yan Liang tilted her head, looking innocently naive, her unmade-up delicate face giving off natural purity.

It was extremely easy to overlook her powerful offensive capability.

“You’re finished, Jiang! As punishment, tonight you sleep naked!”

“The kind where I’m holding you!!”

Yan Liang’s counterattack was lethal.

Any intention Qin Jiang had of disciplining his yandere wife was shattered in that instant.

His heart pounded.

Good grief… is this a punishment??

Hehe, he liked this punishment!

Zhou Ning and Butler Xu felt that this was not an appropriate conversation to have in front of employees.

At the last moment, the two workers were, naturally, sent out.

Yan Liang pulled Qin Jiang down onto the desk, her slender long legs brushed against his pant leg.

In a low, hoarse, tender voice like a yandere domineering CEO, she whispered by his ear, while Qin Jiang sensibly took her fingers into his palm and gently massaged them.

“Jiang, tomorrow I’ll take you back to the Yan family’s old manor.”

“You only need to remember one thing: you are Yan Liang’s husband, and I am your greatest backing and trump card.”

“If anyone dares cause you trouble, don’t hold back.”

As Yan Liang said these words, a wicked, mischievous gleam nearly overflowed from her eyes.

In his previous life, Qin Jiang had indeed been brought back to the old manor by Yan Liang.

He remembered that Old Master Yan, Yan Liang’s grandfather, seemed to dislike Yan Liang and treated Qin Jiang as a thorn in his side.

Probably because of his rebirth, the timeline for visiting the old manor had been brought forward in this life.

But he would not forget.

When he first entered the old manor, Yan Liang was called away on an excuse by the Yan family’s eldest young master, Yan Han.

At that time, Yan Liang felt uneasy and had Zhou Ning accompany Qin Jiang at all times.

But Qin Jiang hated anyone around Yan Liang, so he brusquely shook off Zhou Ning’s protection—and ended up falling into Old Master Yan’s trap.

He was forcefully pushed into the icy lake.

Winter came early to the capital this year, and the old manor’s lake was fed by the melted snow from the high mountains behind, so even before deep winter, it was bone-chilling cold.

In his previous life he couldn’t swim and he even avoided university swimming classes.

When he thought about why he was so afraid, he realized it stemmed from a childhood trauma when someone shoved him into the sea and he nearly drowned.

As a result, he developed an extreme fear of water.

That day, after being shoved into the icy lake, he struggled desperately to climb out.

But he saw Yan Han and Yan Zuo standing at the lakeside, watching him coldly.

Yan Zuo even laughed and clapped as he mocked, “Qin Jiang, you’re just a piece of trash—you think you even deserve my sister’s favor?”

“Let him drown, then my sister can find another man to keep her company…”

“Qin Jiang, do you think my sister truly loves you? She’s just too lonely and needs a toy—you’re that toy.”

“My sister is sentimental—only when her toy breaks will she look for a new one…”

Yan Zuo’s words made Qin Jiang see red with fury.

He never wanted to be Yan Liang’s ‘toy’. He was forced to stay by her side, and now he suffered this humiliation and harm because of her.

Even… nearly losing his life!

In that moment, Qin Jiang’s hatred for Yan Liang reached its peak again.

Eldest Young Master Yan Han sat in a wheelchair, his gaze coolly resting on Qin Jiang’s struggling figure, his tone icy, “Little Liang’s taste really is getting worse…”

“But after looking closely, this man does resemble someone she once idolized to the extreme…”

Yan Han paused, as if realizing he’d misspoken. His eyes carried pity and contempt.

But his meaning had already been made clear.

Qin Jiang was considered worthy of Young Mistress Yan’s favor, and worth being tied to her at all costs, simply because he resembled someone she once admired?

Qin Jiang only felt bitter irony.

He absolutely refused to be anyone’s substitute.

Thinking that, he suddenly lost the strength to struggle. He felt his body warmth ebbing away as the cold lake water invaded his insides.

His body sank, along with his already dead heart, endlessly sinking… sinking…

So, Yan Liang, how will you repay what you owe me?

Qin Jiang, intent on dying, didn’t notice the woman rushing over in blood-red high heels who, with a domineering flick of a barbed whip, sent Yan Han and Yan Zuo tumbling to the ground.

Then that fierce, domineering figure leaped into the cold lake.

Butler Xu, following her, almost screamed, tears streaming down his face. “Young Mistress… Young Mistress, you can’t jump in!”

“The doctors warned that your body is severely depleted—you can’t touch cold water…”

Otherwise, it will only further shorten your life…

But Yan Liang couldn’t hear that—she only knew… she couldn’t let Jiang die!

She loved Jiang. Even if they died together, it would be fine.

She couldn’t bear the pain of Jiang leaving her first!

No one noticed.

Watching Yan Liang’s resolute leap into the cold lake, Yan Han, fallen in the pavilion, flashed a faint triumphant smile.

Tsk… Yan Liang, your weakness has finally been exposed, hasn’t it?

Qin Jiang was unconscious for seven days and seven nights.

Each night he felt his body alternately hot and cold, as if wrapped by a scalding ball of fire.

Only later, from Zhou Ning’s account, did he learn the truth.

Yan Liang developed a high fever. Several times she hovered at death’s door yet never let go of her tightly clenched hand around Qin Jiang.

Even when she fainted, the doctors couldn’t pry her hand open. They could only treat them together.

But the first thing Qin Jiang did upon waking.

Was to slap Yan Liang hard.

Smack!

“Why didn’t you let me die, you female demon, you disgusting monster… what will it take for you to leave me alone?”

Qin Jiang vented his hatred with a heart-rending cry.

He didn’t notice that Yan Liang, stunned for a moment, couldn’t help the sudden tears that fell.

But the Young Mistress was absolutely proud—she secretly wiped her tears in an upward motion…

Jiang, I’m sorry.

“But I will never let you go, even if we die together!”

Qin Jiang was desolate.

Yan Liang looked at him, and her heart also plunged into endless despair…

Hehe, don’t worry—the more cutting the past-life arc, the sweeter this-life arc will be~