Chapter 85: The Super-rich Family’s Young Mistress Dotes On Her Husband! Always Feels Amazing!

The Yan family old manor.

Inside the ancestral shrine.

The Yan family, before Yan Liang took over, was very particular about ancestral shrine rites. Family rules were strict, and clan laws were tools that bound everyone’s behavior.

Yet now, paradoxically, an unorthodox authoritarian ruler Yan Liang now sat in the positions of “chief matriarch” and “grand clan head.”

She was young, but she held one of the highest positions of seniority within the huge clan.

Some were distant relatives who were older than her, like Bai Chuchu. Yet Bai Chuchu had to call her “aunt”.

Some were even old folks, yet they all had to obediently call her “grandaunt” without complaint.

And now, Yan Liang brazenly ignored Old Master Yan and plonked herself down in the seat reserved for the head of the family.

Old Master Yan’s forehead veins bulged in anger to no avail—he had already “yielded” the clan elder and chief matriarch positions.

Even the one with the greatest seniority and age had to obediently sit beside Yan Liang’s seat…

Old Master Yan, leaning on his cane and supported by a steward, walked toward the place that usually belonged to him—Yan Liang’s right, the secondary main seat.

It was a seat only for those with the highest status in the Yan family besides Yan Liang herself.

But now, he watched with wide eyes as Qin Jiang was led by the hand by Yan Liang and directly brought to that seat to sit.

Qin Jiang held his head high and chest out, wearing the smug smile of a favored concubine and behaving like he had real power when he had none!

Old Master Yan felt that Qin Jiang would make him furious enough to spit three bowls of blood after this…

He gave his trusted Butler Xiao a look.

Butler Xiao knew it was dangerous to make any sort of protest at this juncture, but now all the clan elders and honored guests were watching. Surely she couldn’t really force Old Master Yan to sit in a seat of lower position, could she?

Traditions and customs were very important to such longstanding, powerful families. The customs surrounding who could sit where that were passed down from generation to generation could never be cast aside.

So Butler Xiao felt as if he were risking his life to speak.

“Mr. Qin, I hope you don’t mind, but…”

“Our Old Master has an imposition—could you possibly move…” He didn’t dare to say the last word “seats” out loud,.

Before Butler Xiao finished, the one in the main seat, Yan Liang, frowned slightly, and a cold, murderous intent-filled gaze immediately turned to glare at the older man.

“You know it’s an imposition—why are you even asking?”

“Move?”

“Is your neck uncomfortable? Or does your head want to move to another home?”

Yan Liang sat down in a fairly dignified posture. The side slit of her qipao perfectly showcased her long, alluring legs.

Yet her casually domineering and terrifying aura meant that even though she was just sitting there, no one dared steal another glance at her.

Even if you were just cracking a joke, you’d risk having your eyeballs gouged out.

“Ahem… ahem ahem… Young Mistress is such a humorous person—some wind got into my head and I babbled nonsense, please just ignore it.”

Butler Xiao, terrified, babbled incoherently and hurried back to Old Master Yan’s side.

If you anger this Young Mistress… she really will cut your life short.

Butler Xiao chickened out, and the others dared not speak rashly about Qin Jiang taking the next most important seat beside the main seat.

He was just a pretty face… how could he be worthy of such a position of authority?

He should only be standing at one side to serve Young Mistress Yan Liang.

Yet everyone could only look on in astonishment as something even crazier proceeded to happen.

They watched Young Mistress Yan Liang, after sitting, first signal the servants to bring a cushion and place it on Qin Jiang’s seat, then gently show concern for him as she said, “Jiang, the sandalwood chair is hard—I got you a silk cushion so you can sit more comfortably.”

The crowd was stunned.

What the hell… what the hell… what kind of divine treatment is this??

Was Qin Jiang really nothing more than a pretty face?

Was he really just someone she randomly married to break her curse and have children with?

Qin Jiang was a little overwhelmed by being doted on, but having enjoyed Young Mistress Yan Liang’s meticulous care lately, he stiffly nodded and said, “Yanyan…love you.”

After Qin Jiang spoke, the tips of his ears instantly flushed pink.

That little flush of pink in Yan Liang’s eyes was like a stimulant—poison tempting her to do whatever she wanted to him.

But… now was not the right time.

Yan Liang had to suppress that stirring desire, so she reached out to stroke Qin Jiang’s cheek, and tapped his lips lightly but firmly with her finger. “Jiang, I’ve wanted you to sit in this seat for a long time.”

“This is the Yan family’s ancestral shrine.”

“The main seat is mine, and you are my husband—so this seat naturally belongs to you.”

“Everything in the Yan family, I share with you!”

Yan Liang spoke boldly, publicly declaring Qin Jiang’s absolutely important position beside her.

Old Master Yan suddenly… couldn’t sit—uh, no he was still standing, actually—couldn’t stand steady.

Leaning on his cane as if wanting to pierce the floor, he finally understood what was going on. Yan Liang’s previous reluctance to return to the old manor and to keep herself distant while keeping him alive was merely because she was simply too lazy to come back and deal with him.

And the bigger reason was that she hadn’t won Qin Jiang over yet.

What exactly was so charming about this man?

That he could make his usually calm, restrained, domineering, and cold-blooded granddaughter lose her wits?

And she was so direct about it.

“Let me personally announce Qin Jiang’s status.”

“Qin Jiang and I are husband and wife—we are one. If any of you dare bully Jiang, you are picking a fight with me, Yan Liang.”

“Zhou Ning, bring in the ‘consequences for those who bully my Jiang’… bring them in.”

Qin Jiang was already numb from being so spoiled by his wife.

It was…such an unbearably gratifying feeling!

Explosively gratifying!!

What an amazing feeling!!!

In his past life he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to give up such a powerful domineering beautiful wife and choose to serve Bai Chuchu like a dog.

Being the husband of a super-rich family’s Young Mistress and being doted to no end—wasn’t that a thousand times better?!