My innocent girlfriend asks for forgiveness? My wife is a sickly tycoon

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In the bathhouse, Qin Jiang was sweating like rain.

The effect of using soothing essential oil on a sickly daughter-in-law in a smoky bath is...

God was not at peace, and he almost killed people.

Fortunately, in the end, Qin Jiang's reason suddenly took over the high ground and he braked suddenly to pull his errant hand back to the right track.

One night, he even dreamed of Yan Liang lying on the massage bathtub, looking back at him.

He wanted to speak but stopped and was full of emotion.

A sin, really a sin.

Fortunately, Yan Liang has been tired from work recently, but she can always sleep peacefully next to him.

She smelled the scent of Qin Jiang and the fragrance of soothing essential oil, and slowly closed her eyes in the bathroom filled with mist.

Qin Jiang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was asleep and her nerves were relaxed as never before.

He stood up and washed Yan Liang again, then took out a new bath towel and wrapped Yan Liang's body, and gently carried the sleeping woman back to the bed in the bedroom.

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

This time, he actually walked to both sides of the bed and pulled out the chains Yan Liang used to bind his hands and feet, paying attention to his movements so as not to make any noise to wake Yan Liang.

Then, he calmly locked the lock.

He locked Yan Liang's limbs on the bed, making sure nothing was left behind, and then took all the keys he knew and put them in his pocket.

After doing this, he walked out of the bedroom quietly.

He thought he was infallible.

But he didn't notice that the next moment the bedroom door closed, the woman who was supposed to be sleeping suddenly opened her eyes on the bed.

There were extremely complex and indifferent emotions in his eyes.

Qin Jiang...how dare you lock me up?

What do you want to do this time?

Yan Liang smiled bitterly and mocked himself as he glanced at a red-dressed ragdoll in the room: "Ah Yue... Unlock the chains for me!"

Following Yan Liang's instructions.

The complex and beautiful red dress doll on the bookshelf had skin as vivid as a living person, and a pair of eyes as clear as glass. The moment Yan Liang called "her", the doll's eyes actually moved.

"Sister Liang, he is bad, he doesn't want you anymore."

"Ayue wants to."

The doll in the red dress suddenly spoke. It was the voice of a four or five-year-old girl. Her milky voice sounded very strange in the silent night.

Immediately afterwards, the doll in the red dress moved...

If Qin Jiang were here, he would find that the red-dressed doll was the one that Yan Liang held in his bloody arms when he killed the Qin family for himself in his previous life.

At that time, the red-dressed doll also had a bloody face, and even... there seemed to be undigested mutilated flesh tissue remaining around her mouth.

In the master bedroom.

The sound of chains falling to the ground was the sound of the yandere, bloodthirsty and murderous Miss Yan regaining her freedom.

At this time, she put on a red skirt, stepped on the carpet with her white feet, and walked slowly outside...

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After Qin Jiang locked Yan Liang, he thoughtfully covered the curtains in the master bedroom.

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

Qin Jiang looked at his phone. It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

The date is correct, the time is correct.

He waited and waited for the arrival of Yan Zuo, who in his previous life deliberately led him to the basement to scare him in order to punish him.

Sure enough, he just hid behind the door.

A black figure sneaked into Liangyue Manor.

He made it all the way up to the second floor.

When he came to punish Qin Jiang, he would lock Qin Jiang in solitary confinement and imprison him at the door of the room.

He took out the key and opened the lock.

Then he walked in.

"Hey, didn't you hear that Qin Jiang was punished and locked in a room?"

"Why is there no one?"

Yan Zuo was suspicious. He specially chose to come here tonight and brought a whole bag of itchy powder just to show Qin Jiang some colors.

The Yan family is not a place where Qin Jiang can do anything without permission.

Here, the surname is Yan, not Qin!

In his previous life, Qin Jiang had angered Yan Liangzheng at this very moment and was being imprisoned. He was chained to the big bed.

And for fear that he would escape, he had been deprived of food for two days and could only drink some water. His body was extremely weak.

On this night, Yan Zuo bribed a bodyguard in Liangyue Manor, and with the help of his bloodline card, he freely entered Liangyue Manor and entered his room.

He first sprinkled him with itching powder.

Then he dragged him all the way to the entrance of Yan Liang's secret basement, where he had only peeked a little in the past.

Vaguely aware of Yan Liang's horrific and cruel methods.

All the fears that made him really scared by Yan Liang and wanted to escape from her madly came from this night.

Yan Zuo pushed him into the dark room where Yan Liang usually controlled her morbidity and suppressed her madness. He asked him to look at the tools that looked like torture instruments one by one.

Chains were just child's play.

Jagged hooks, axes as thick as arms, even blood drops, steel beds...

These tools used to torture prisoners in ancient times were placed one by one in that small dark room.

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

At that time, he thought he had seen the darkest and most sinister side of Yan Liang.

He just wanted to escape.

But the itching on his body slowed him down at that time. The itching powder, just a little bit was enough to make people crazy and scratch their hearts and lungs.

But Yan Zuo spilled a whole bottle on himself.

Not only did his skin itch, he even felt like there were bugs crawling in his bones.

He scratched his whole body frantically, scratching his skin, and even wanted to scratch the pain in his bones, and slowly crawled towards the so-called torture instruments that belonged to Yan Liang...

If I just...if I just cut my flesh, it won't itch so much?

That's what he thought at that time.

Then, an axe appeared in front of him.

It was handed to him by Yan Zuo:

"Qin Jiang, use this to cut open your arm...it won't itch."