The Useless Alpha’s Yandere Wife - Chapter 22

Tan Qianyue opened her mouth and bit Jiang Yan’s chin, applying only slight pressure without intending to cause serious harm.

Jiang Yan squeezed her eyes shut. Is she part dog? Why does she bite everywhere?

She reached for the Eldest Miss’s chin, gently pinching it to pull her away, her dark eyes fixed on her. Jiang Yan buried her face in the Eldest Miss’s fragrant, long hair.

Leaning closer to her pink earlobe, Jiang Yan whispered something. Tan Qianyue twisted violently, reaching to pinch her, only to have her ear kissed instead. The forceful kiss made her body go limp.

The sweet, cloying scent of roses began to permeate the air. Tears welled in the Eldest Miss’s beautiful eyes as she strained her slender neck away, trying to push Jiang Yan’s wrist away but finding it firmly held.

“It tickles! Stop!” Her delicate shoulders trembled, her brows furrowing slightly in a pitifully charming expression.

Jiang Yan’s warm lips pressed against her tightly closed eyes, slowly sliding downward. Tan Qianyue’s fingers twitched slightly.

After an unknown length of time, Tan Qianyue’s mind grew hazy. She even wrapped her arms around Jiang Yan’s neck, her phoenix eyes glistening like wet petals, her lips parting slightly as she surrendered to Jiang Yan’s demands.

The crimson silk robe was torn off and carelessly tossed onto the white carpet beneath the bed, resembling a vibrant flower blooming on the floor.

The curtains were lowered, shrouding the room in spring’s tender light.

Even through the sheer fabric, the candlelight illuminated every nuance of the person beneath him, making even the occasional shadows cast on the curtains appear alluringly sensual.

Tan Qianyue felt as if feathers were brushing lightly against her skin. The rose scent grew more intense, and even the delicate pink petals seemed to overflow with dewdrops.

Her eyes, rimmed with red, glared at Jiang Yan in displeasure.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jiang Yan feigned ignorance, his smile brazenly provocative.

“…You… you… hurry up~!” Tan Qianyue reluctantly conceded, her expression still haughty as she gripped the fabric of Jiang Yan’s robe tightly.

Jiang Yan lowered his head, continuing his leisurely kisses from her neck to her collarbone, then gently traced his lips across her snow-white peaks before blowing softly on her sensitive lower abdomen.

Tan Qianyue squeezed her eyes shut, her legs rubbing together restlessly.

“Eldest Miss,” Jiang Yan asked earnestly, lifting his head, his hand resting on her waist, kneading upward from below. “Are we still getting a divorce tomorrow?”

“Waaah… You were the one who suggested the divorce! You… you should know the answer!” Tan Qianyue’s fingers dug into Jiang Yan’s arm, her voice trembling. Her lips, overly full and flushed, bore the unmistakable marks of prolonged torment, a seductive mix of allure and vulnerability.

“I’m asking you now. Just answer. Do you still want me?” Jiang Yan’s fingertips brushed against a petal, as if searing the Eldest Miss’s heart.

“…You’re so annoying!” The Eldest Miss shifted her hips, trying to close the distance.

“…Do you want me or not?” The rough texture of Jiang Yan’s palm pressed against her delicate skin as she nuzzled her neck like a puppy, nipping lightly.

“Yes~!” Tan Qianyue’s voice trembled with a hint of tears. The suppressed drug’s effects resurfaced, her eyes glistening as she gazed up at Jiang Yan, her voice thick with unspoken grievances.

“Then we won’t divorce. From now on, I’ll serve my Wife properly.” Having obtained the answer she sought, Jiang Yan abandoned her pretense of restraint.

Outside, a sudden downpour erupted, fat raindrops drumming against the windowpanes. In the garden, the rhythmic pounding grew louder with each wave. The roses, monthly roses, and peonies, blooming in vibrant splendor, trembled violently under the onslaught. By morning, few blooms would likely remain.

Outside, the howling wind and torrential rain drowned out the soft sounds of water within the room, so that only Jiang Yan could hear the delicate moans.

Jiang Yan was staying on the second floor tonight because the Eldest Miss was too exhausted to even open her eyes, letting Jiang Yan do as she pleased.

After tonight, the poison in the Eldest Miss’s body should be gone, Jiang Yan thought with relief.

The next day, the Eldest Miss indeed made no further mention of divorce, but her attitude toward Jiang Yan remained lukewarm.

“Hmph, a beauty’s words are a devil’s lies,” Jiang Yan muttered to herself, squatting in the garden and using a stick to direct ants.

Nourished by medicine and a certain someone’s care, Tan Qianyue bloomed like a newly opened rose, her beauty perfectly balanced—a fraction less would have been too immature, a fraction more too seductive. If her beauty had once been sharp and assertive, it now carried a subtle warmth she herself hadn’t noticed.

She had long abandoned thoughts of divorce. It was Jiang Yan who had brought it up yesterday, and after she agreed, Jiang Yan had stubbornly demanded she give her a way out. How utterly infuriating!

Last night, she had nearly left a deep bite mark on Jiang Yan’s arm—the woman was so hateful.

Now that she had finally endured this month, Tan Qianyue vowed never to let Jiang Yan touch her again. Recalling Jiang Yan’s audacity the previous day, she planned to make her properly “reflect on her transgressions in seclusion.”

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and Tan Qianyue hadn’t allowed Jiang Yan upstairs once since then.

Finally, she had avenged her past humiliations. Ever since their marriage, no matter how fiercely they argued, Jiang Yan had always had to coax her upstairs at night, resorting to threats and seduction to make her obey. Tan Qianyue felt a sense of triumph.

Jiang Yan, however, was dumbfounded. She vividly remembered their last night together, when the Eldest Miss had passionately kissed her, taking the initiative with abandon. How could she act like she didn’t even recognize her the moment she put her clothes back on?

These past few days, Jiang Yan had spent her time either live-streaming to earn money or staring blankly at the second-floor window.

Although her 200 gold coins had increased to 500, it still couldn’t fill the void left by the Eldest Miss’s absence from her nights.

Ever since Jiang Yan had transmigrated, she had never spent a night apart from the Eldest Miss. Even just holding her had become a dependency.

But Ying Hong had locked the first-floor door securely. Could someone as grown as Jiang Yan really resort to “petty theft”?

Official Wu’s injuries seemed to have healed completely. True to form, he had already forgotten the pain and, within days, had resumed booking private rooms at the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, indulging in debauchery day and night.

One day, he had arranged to stay at the “Convent” with some friends, claiming a Kunze as beautiful as a blooming flower had arrived there, and he could no longer restrain himself.

Gazing at the graceful silhouette, he had truly enjoyed a passionate night of pleasure. But the next morning, he awoke to find a Kunze weighing over two hundred pounds lying beside him, her appearance even uglier than his own.

Worse still, he couldn’t shake her off.

This Kunze was the daughter of the Stockade Master of Black Wind Stockade. The Imperial Court had long been plagued by the Black Wind Stockade, with both military campaigns and attempts at pacification proving largely ineffective. Yet, fate had brought the Stockade Master’s daughter to share a bed with a young master from the Wu Family, offering the Imperial Court a sudden glimmer of hope for a marriage alliance.

The Imperial Court had considered marriage alliances before, but whenever the imperial family, nobles, or ministers’ sons and daughters heard of marrying the Black Wind Stockade’s daughter, they would all jump into the city moat. A few had nearly drowned, and only after widespread protests from court officials did Her Majesty finally abandon the idea.

Now, this precious treasure had been “picked up” by Official Wu. The Wu Residence was about to become the scene of quite a spectacle.

The Kunze possessed immense strength and had no interest in frail, delicate Qianyuan. She preferred robust, dark-skinned male Qianyuan like Official Wu. Though their encounter was accidental, she was quite satisfied with him and even more pleased with his “techniques” from the previous night.

Now, the Wu Family’s world had collapsed. Official Wu even considered jumping into the river like others, but his “fiancée” warned him that if he tried any tricks, she would slaughter his entire family. Hearing this, Official Wu immediately wilted.

When news of their wedding date reached Jiang Yan, she even “earnestly” prepared a congratulatory gift.

One day, Jiang Yan, reeling from her devastating breakup, ran into Ming Shu.

“What a coincidence meeting you here! It must be fate!” Ming Shu clapped Jiang Yan on the shoulder, acting as if they were old friends.

“I’m just feeling restless. Life seems meaningless now, so I came for a few drinks,” Jiang Yan said, shaking her wine flask, which remained half-full after ages.

“Ohoho, what’s this about? Could it be Eldest Miss Tan threw you out?” Ming Shu laughed, her eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.

Jiang Yan fell silent.

“No way… did I actually guess right?” Ming Shu’s eyes lit up at Jiang Yan’s expression.

“Get lost,” Jiang Yan snapped, glaring at her. “Go cool off somewhere else.”

“What’s the big deal? The Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion is full of beautiful Kunze. You could pick and choose to your heart’s content. Why hang yourself over one tree?” Ming Shu shrugged dismissively. Even the most beautiful flower loses its charm after you’ve stared at it too long.

“Hey, do you have someone you like?” Jiang Yan asked, eager to understand what was wrong. She’d been forced to abstain for two months, with even their meetings strictly limited. She was about to snap.

“Ugh, these Kunze…!” Ming Shu was about to launch into a tirade when a group of armed soldiers suddenly rushed past outside, their imposing presence surging forward.

The crowd lining the streets began to murmur, the hundreds of soldiers looking like they were about to apprehend bandits.

“What’s going on out there?” Jiang Yan asked, stepping out of the tavern to join the onlookers as the soldiers roared past.

“Could they be arresting a minister? There haven’t been any bandits in the city lately,” Ming Shu craned her neck to see.

“Oh? I wonder which family is about to fall from grace!” Jiang Yan remarked with detached indifference.

Less than an hour later, Jiang Xun found her.

“Elder Sister, Her Majesty has ordered the confiscation of Prime Minister Tan’s Residence!” The usually composed young woman pulled Jiang Yan aside, her expression grave.

“Ah?”