Yan Zuo was being trampled by Butler Xu in a bloody kitchen, struggling hopelessly and on the verge of tears.
Just as he was about to gather his strength, there was a commotion at the door, followed by a respectful chorus of voices: "Miss!"
Yan Zuo looked up to see the crowd parting, revealing Yan Liang in a dark silk gown with a black blazer and sharp high heels, walking briskly with a cold and precise step.
Her striking features and red lips were stunning, but her expression was icy and untroubled, with no sign of warmth. Her black curly hair was casually tied up, and her neck and shoulders were as elegant as a swan.
Her fierce appearance and calm demeanor were perfectly balanced, and her presence made the whole space feel ten degrees colder.
She glanced at the messy kitchen, and her sharp eyes flashed with cold light.
It felt like ice shards cutting through the air, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Where's Qin Jiang?"
Yan Zuo's heart nearly leapt into his throat.
Qin Jiang? He let him go on his own!
He's just the little brother of our eldest sister. Isn't he just a temporary stand-in?
Isn't having a blood-relative like me more important?
Butler Xu subtly moved his foot off Qin Jiang: "Miss, he's at…"
He's under my foot!
This sinner has also dragged Yan Zuo into this mess!
"Wah wah wah, elder sister, you have no idea how much you're hurting me."
"I'm your real brother. Can't you at least consider my well-being?"
Yan Zuo tried to get ahead of things, planning to show how cold-blooded Qin Jiang was, unworthy of any trust.
Butler Xu and the bodyguards were stunned: !!!
"I'll ask again, where is Qin Jiang?"
Yan Liang's snake-like gaze swept over Yan Zuo, her red lips curled into a smile, but a murderous aura spread out instantly.
"He's…he's been sent to the hospital to donate blood to Qin Yun. Qin Yun is his real brother and was supposed to marry into the Yan family. Qin Jiang is just a substitute. A little blood donation won't kill him. But he kept making excuses—what kind of man is that?"
"Elder sister, such a cowardly man doesn't deserve you."
Yan Zuo was also indignant. He was fed up with seeing his usually noble and rational elder sister lose her mind over such a lowly man.
So he stood up and walked towards Yan Liang, intending to persuade her.
The Yan family's internal power struggles were fierce, and he had been raised by his elder sister.
She cherished him the most and would never let a man affect her feelings towards him.
He was confident of that.
And he had the resources… (End)
"Zhou Ning, hang him up."
"Dip the whip in salt water."
Yan Liang ordered coldly, not giving Yan Zuo a chance to speak further.
"Yes."
Zhou Ning acted swiftly, and soon Yan Zuo was hanging upside down from a tree in the backyard.
Next to the tree, Butler Xu wiped his cold sweat while preparing the whip for the Miss.
No one dared question the Miss's orders.
As Yan Liang walked outside, someone immediately opened a black umbrella to shield her from the sun.
Her gaze was perfectly shielded.
"Elder sister, how could you be deceived by an outsider like him? I'm your real brother. Can that lowly man compare to even a toe of mine?"
Yan Liang picked up the whip, dipped it in salt water herself, then with her red-tipped fingers, grabbed the whip handle and swung it decisively.
"Crack!"
A shriek echoed through the entire Liang Yue Manor.
Yan Zuo cried.
He felt his young heart shatter into pieces!
He was supposed to be more important to his sister than that useless Qin Jiang.
Why?
Qin Jiang, meanwhile, was casually watching the scene from the second-floor window.
He even took out his phone to capture the dramatic moment.
"Tsk, you messed with me… you really stepped into it."
But this time, he's not just any cotton; he's flammable.
And Yan Liang is the fire.
With each crack of the whip, the pressure in the manor became hellish. If they beat Yan Zuo like this, you can imagine what would happen to them…
Butler Xu shrugged and suggested, "Miss, I'll send someone to the hospital to 'retrieve' the master."
This time, the master ran away, but at least Third Young Master took the beating and let the Miss vent her anger.
If Third Young Master hadn't taken the beating, who knows how many antiques would have been destroyed and walls stripped bare!
Outsiders only think of Yan Liang as a cruel, violent monster with a mental illness, whose tantrums lead to mysterious deaths of the Yan family's newlyweds.
Some even say she's a beast that eats raw meat.
Few know that the Miss actually suffers from severe bipolar disorder, which causes her to have insomnia and a violent temper, with a sickly pale complexion and a strong destructive urge.
When she's having an episode, even Butler Xu and Zhou Ning don't dare come within twenty meters of her.
"No need, I'll go back to my room."
Yan Liang threw aside the bloody whip and didn't look at Yan Zuo again, heading straight inside.
"…" Old Xu was stunned: He had already searched the room.
Qin Jiang had already escaped!
On the second floor, Qin Jiang quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed, locking the chain Yan Liang had put on him and returning the key to its place.
His pounding heart finally settled.
Moments later, a group of people followed the Miss into the master bedroom, where they found Qin Jiang sitting on the bed, looking unscathed and disheveled as if he had just woken up.
What a huge mess!
Qin Jiang stretched lazily and pretended to rub his eyes, acting as if he had just woken up
Yan Liang walked into the room, and Butler Xu quickly closed the bedroom door behind him, cutting off all other eyes.
"They said you escaped again."
"Do I need to keep you chained to me for you to behave?"
Qin Jiang's heart skipped a beat. Even though he'd been reborn for a few days and was processing everything from his past life, he still instinctively felt fear in front of Yan Liang.
The way this woman acts when she's unwell is truly terrifying.
Once, when he tried to escape through a window, he happened to pass by a dark room and saw Yan Liang casually dissecting something with a scalpel.
When he saw it clearly, it was… a person!
This made him even more convinced that Yan Liang could kill.
He's just the next "experiment" she's keeping.
"No, I didn't escape. I'm right here, Yan Liang…"
Qin Jiang swallowed hard, struggling to control his fear of Yan Liang. He was so nervous that he almost blurted out something that could get him into trouble.
Yan Liang, who he always saw as a senior, seemed like she wanted to devour him.
"You're scared of me."
Yan Liang moved closer and lifted the blanket, revealing bloodstains from that night still on it. She hadn't let anyone disturb Qin Jiang, so the traces were still there.
Qin Jiang's throat tightened as he looked at the stains, feeling as if the craziness of that night was still vivid.
Yan Liang leaned in, her breath making him shiver: "Ah Jiang, I want you to be completely mine! Be good… and surrender yourself to me."
In Yan Liang's eyes, she had claimed him!
But in Qin Jiang's mind, he had taken Yan Liang's first time, and as a man, he had to take responsibility.
Otherwise, he'd be a scumbag.
Yan Liang was noble, beautiful, and had a great figure. He couldn't let her down. But he had so little now; he couldn't just wait and do nothing. In his previous life, he was used to giving everything up for his five sisters, letting them "drain him."
He had the ability.
He needed to work his way up and stand beside Yan Liang properly.
Returning to reality.
Not getting a response, Yan Liang's displeasure grew.
Realizing this, Qin Jiang quickly explained, "I'm not afraid of you, and I didn't think about escaping."
"Is that so?"
Yan Liang lifted his chin, not giving him a chance to avoid her. Her red lips were about to press down.
Qin Jiang instinctively pulled back. He couldn't anger Yan Liang further. He wanted to appease her and ask for a chance to return to school.
So, he could only brace himself on the bed.
"If you're not afraid, then show me."
The woman came closer, her red lips lightly kissing his eyelids, then his forehead, nose bridge, and corners of his mouth, finally sliding down to his jaw.
Countless delicate kisses stirred up Qin Jiang's emotions, making his heart a tangled mess.
Qin Jiang's breath hitched as the sweet aroma of ripe cherries mixed with smoky wood lingered around him, creating an almost irresistible temptation.
"I… I really won't escape again. This time, I'm sincere!"
"This time is different. You're already mine. I'll take responsibility! I'll be a good husband."
"I even made some soup for you to help with your recovery."
Qin Jiang tried to explain. Before he came to see Yan Zuo, he had already prepared a pot of soup in a pressure cooker for Yan Liang, hoping to help her recover.
As for the bones, he just wanted to cook a special dish for her.
Reborn, he now has nothing.
All he can do is be good to Yan Liang.
He was trying to treat her as a wife, but it would take time.
After all, she was once a respected… elder to him.
Yan Liang furrowed her brows, her fingers tracing over his bare chest and moving to his abs.
The tension in the room eased a bit.
The physical contact was so intense that Qin Jiang couldn't relax.
"… Husband?"
"That's indeed a nice title."
Yan Liang's eyebrows lifted, and she seemed a bit pleased.
"But you clearly tried to escape just now."
"You've already taken Yan Zuo's private card. Can't find your way out?"
Yan Liang's gaze fell on a shoe print on the window that Qin Jiang hadn't had time to clean off.
It rained this morning, and Qin Jiang had been outside. He didn't have time to completely erase the signs of his presence.
The pressure in the room came back, overwhelming Qin Jiang.
"I was just…"
Before Qin Jiang could finish, Yan Liang suddenly leaned in and kissed him forcefully.
This kiss was intense, full of aggression and desperation.
Yan Liang locked his hands with hers and pushed him back onto the bed, her eyes filled with a strong sense of possession.
As if devouring him completely was the only way to truly own him.
The long kiss almost jolted Qin Jiang's vacant body awake.
During a brief pause for air, Qin Jiang quickly covered Yan Liang's red lips and gasped, "Wife, let me explain."
Yan Liang stopped, her cold demeanor softening a bit, revealing a touch of the innocent and cute qualities of her age.
"Hmm."
Qin Jiang was stunned to see her suddenly become so obedient.
So, this fierce and mentally ill woman… can be controlled so easily?