The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 1

The moon rises, neon lights appear, and the nightlife in Rong City is just beginning.

It’s not even eight o’clock in the evening, but the small plaza outside the Blue Sky Private Clubhouse is already packed with all kinds of private cars.

A Ferrari SF90, a Pagani Huayra, a Maserati Quattroporte, an Aston Martin DBX…

While there are no top-tier luxury cars, this collection of distinctive, mid-range luxury vehicles is enough to serve as a small-scale car show.

The patrons here are mostly second and third-generation wealthy individuals with ties to the “Rong Circle.” They have a little money but no real power. They come here to indulge in hedonistic pursuits under the guise of networking.

Among the many private cars, a Lamborghini Aventador with the license plate ending in “666” is particularly eye-catching.

With its silver-gray body and smooth lines, it’s a car that, while a few years old, is still well-maintained.

What makes this car so eye-catching? The striking woman standing next to it.

The woman has a stunningly bright face, the kind of person who is hard to miss in a crowd because she can be easily spotted at a glance.

She has a pair of foxy eyes with slightly upturned corners, adding a hint of captivating charm. If not for the two parts of immaturity still present on her face, you might easily associate her with the enchanting Daji from ancient tales.

The moonlight kisses her skin, glazing her with a layer of translucent light. Just by standing casually by the silver-gray car’s hood, she looks like she’s in a 4S ad.

What a pleasing picture of a beautiful woman and a luxury car, if you can ignore the tool in the woman’s hand…

The 1.5-meter long, 7-centimeter diameter stainless steel pipe has a shovel head on one end and is gripped tightly in her hand on the other.

Originally a tool for prying open cars, it’s now raised high above her head and swung without mercy at the Lamborghini Aventador’s smooth, curved hood, leaving a dent.

The steel pipe is solid, and for a young lady who’s not used to physical labor, it’s quite heavy.

She holds the end of the pipe with both hands, a look of fury on her face, and with quite a bit of effort, she pulls the shovel out of the small dent on the car’s hood.

Next, the shovel head solidly strikes the rearview mirror, causing the Lamborghini Aventador to lose an “ear.”

The car’s alarm system is triggered, emitting a sharp, prolonged wail into the night, causing the rich second-generation kids who were just enjoying themselves in the clubhouse to run out and watch the show.

Before long, a crowd has gathered around the small plaza outside the clubhouse.

“Who is that? She’s crazy, daring to smash a car here!”

“Keep your voice down. Take a good look—who is it?”

“Xia Mingtang, the prodigal daughter. That one swing of her shovel is more than a year’s worth of my allowance.”

“Who’s the owner? Isn’t anyone going to stop her?”

…

The murmurs in the crowd rise and fall, but no one dares to actually step forward and intervene.

Are you kidding? She’s the Summer family’s little ancestor, a walking powder keg. Who would dare mess with her?

The Rong Circle isn’t big, and news travels fast.

This little ancestor just a couple of days ago kicked the young master of the Song family into an artificial lake, and yesterday she single-handedly ruined the engagement party of the third young lady of the Qiao family. The stories are still fresh in everyone’s minds.

Unlike the many distant relatives who rely on the city’s prominent families for favors, the Summer family is one of the four great families of Rong City, and Xia Mingtang is their only legitimate young lady.

Therefore, no matter how arrogant or willful she is on a daily basis, few people can control her.

Xia Mingtang swings the steel pipe a dozen times, and the once dignified and elegant Lamborghini Aventador is now dented and mangled, a sight of utter ruin.

The continuous exertion drains her strength. She holds the end of the pipe with both hands, using the other end on the ground as a temporary crutch, breathing in a leisurely, stop-and-go fashion.

It’s not just from being tired; she’s also angry.

Fine beads of sweat dot her fair forehead, and her pretty little face is flushed. She looks up and sweeps her gaze across the crowd with a fierce intensity, causing everyone to unconsciously take half a step back, their infatuation completely gone.

Seeing that this “rich kid car-smashing game” has entered a halftime break, people look at each other. Finally, someone bravely steps forward.

All eyes are on this “brave warrior.”

“Miss… Miss Xia, are you… are you thirsty? Do you… do you want some water?”

Tsk…

Xia Mingtang glances at the person who came forward. It’s a girl her age, from the Qi family or the Zhang family, she can’t remember.

She waves her hand, her expression softening a little, “No, thank you.”

“Well, she’s polite,” the crowd breathes a sigh of relief. “So is the young lady calming down now?”

“Ming Tang.” At this moment, a well-dressed man walks out, his tone seemingly very accommodating, “This was originally your car. If you didn’t want me to drive it, you only had to say so. Why make such a scene in public?”

Someone in the crowd recognizes the man as Xia Chayi, the illegitimate son of the Summer family. They think to themselves: No wonder.

Xia Mingtang looks at this sanctimonious “cheap older brother” in front of her, who shows no trace of the panic he had ten minutes ago when he was caught in a compromising situation. The anger that had just started to subside “whooshes” back up again.

She brandishes the steel pipe and swings it toward the man. The crowd jumps in surprise, and in the next second, the shovel smashes the car’s front headlight.

“So you still remember this is my car? Then why didn’t you say it was my car when you got points deducted for driving on the wrong side of the road?”

The shovel is pulled out, and with another swing, it smashes the car door, making it shake violently.

“Why didn’t you say it was my car when you drove it into a dark alley and hit someone?”

With this hit, the already-dented car hood starts to “sizzle” and spark.

“Why didn’t you say it was my car when you were doing filthy things with someone in it?”

With the final blow, the shovel punctures the tire with a “poof,” and this car is probably undrivable now.

When Xia Mingtang is quiet, she has a certain ladylike demeanor. But once she gets stubborn, ten oxen couldn’t hold her back.

Although many people present are stronger than her, they are all intimidated by her fury, which resembles a female demon. Just looking at the mangled Lamborghini Aventador makes them feel a phantom pain.

Xia Mingtang throws the now-bent-out-of-shape steel pipe to the side and looks at her cheap older brother as if she’s looking at a fly.

“Xia Chayi, you are truly disgusting.”

Xia Mingtang became famous after her battle at the Blue Sky Clubhouse, further solidifying her reputation as the wild child of Rong City.

The news naturally reached Madam Summer, who, though nearing her seventies, sighed alone in the Summer family’s old mansion all day.

Xia Mingtang’s mother passed away early, and her father broke her heart. The old lady feels a sense of guilt and indulgence towards her only legitimate granddaughter.

This has contributed to her increasingly willful nature.

In the past, the old lady would turn a blind eye to Xia Mingtang’s minor mischief, but recently, this little ancestor has become more and more brazen, becoming the talk of the entire Rong Circle.

Looking at Xia Mingtang, who is acting innocent in front of her, the old lady pounds her dragon-headed cane on the ground twice, making up her mind. “Tomorrow, you’ll pack your bags and go to Yun Town. Go there and calm your heart. When you’ve calmed down, you can come back!”

“Okay, Grandma, I’ll be good. I’ll definitely calm down well.”

Xia Mingtang agrees obediently, looking as if she’s accepting her punishment and has reflected on her actions.

Yun Town is located in the south of China, enjoying spring-like weather all year round. Nestled between mountains and rivers, it’s a travel destination many people long for.

It’s the middle of winter, a season when many people in Rong City are still wearing down jackets. Yet, Xia Mingtang is wearing a bright red Hermès autumn limited-edition shirt, deep-brown G-i lambskin shoes, and a pair of translucent Louis Vuitton sunglasses on her nose, looking incredibly showy.

With one hand, she pulls a sapphire-blue Ferragamo suitcase, strolling leisurely through the small alleyways between the buildings, as if she’s on a vacation.

Next to her, Shi Shi, who was woken up early to “receive her,” doesn’t look as energetic.

After listening to Xia Mingtang’s story all the way, Shi Shi covers her mouth with one hand, lets out a yawn, and summarizes, “So, you smashed your own car and were exiled here by your grandma.”

“It’s not exile, it’s calming my heart,” Xia Mingtang corrects her seriously, waving cheerily at the townspeople who are looking over.

“Heh heh.” Shi Shi, whose sleep was disturbed, doesn’t spare Xia Mingtang’s feelings at all. She walks and grumbles, “I’m not saying anything, but how can a person cause such a huge mess? I’ve only been away from Rong City for half a year.”

Xia Mingtang tilts her head and looks at her, her big, beautiful eyes blinking, looking extremely innocent.

Shi Shi isn’t buying it. She’s been holding back and needs to speak her mind. “Let’s talk about the youngest son of the Song family. I heard he was far away from you and didn’t even touch the corner of your clothes. You specifically ran up and kicked him. Why?”

The two of them arrive at the entrance of an inn. The Ferragamo suitcase wheel gets stuck in a crack in the stone path. Xia Mingtang lazily kicks at the stuck wheel, her voice also lazy.

“In broad daylight, the youngest Song was grabbing and being handsy with a waitress. It was an eyesore, so I kicked him.”

Shi Shi thinks about the youngest Song’s character and agrees.

She changes her tune. “Okay, you have a point there. But what about the third young lady of the Qiao family? She didn’t offend you, did she? You ruined her perfectly good engagement party.”

Xia Mingtang switches the handle of the suitcase to her other hand, continues to kick, and speaks with righteous indignation, “The third Qiao’s fiancé is a total moocher and cheater. He was stringing along his old girlfriend while also hooking up with her. I was just being kind…”

“Is that what you call ‘kindness’?” Shi Shi clutches her heart, unable to voice her blame. After a long while, she lets out a helpless sigh.

“I’m just saying, my dear young lady, the next time you encounter something like this, can you at least think about the method?”

“No, I can’t.” The suitcase finally gets unstuck. Xia Mingtang grabs the handle and lifts it, her reply utterly decisive, “If I don’t let out my anger right then and there, I’ll get mammary hyperplasia.”

She drops that line and, before Shi Shi can continue her earnest plea, she effectively interrupts her. “Look, there’s a cat in that inn! Let’s go in and pet it!”

The inn is located at the end of the alley. The door is open, and walking inside reveals a quiet and elegant small courtyard.

A few plum trees are planted around the courtyard, adding a splash of color to the serene setting.

In the center, there is a small bamboo table, on which a plump black cat is sleeping with its eyes closed, lazily flicking its tail, sweeping the plum blossoms behind its bottom into a small pile.

Xia Mingtang is delighted at the sight of the cat. She quickly walks over and starts stroking the cat’s back. “Wow, what a fat cat! Its fur is so smooth!”

“Meow!” The black cat’s nap is disturbed. It heavily flicks its tail twice, trying to remind the two-legged creature in front of it to be more sensible.

But who is Xia Mingtang? She’s always been a “do what I want” kind of person, and when she sees something fluffy, she completely loses her sense of boundaries.

Not only does she not back off, but she also grabs the cat’s tail and draws circles in the air, beckoning to Shi Shi, “Its tail is so flexible and fluffy! Don’t you want to touch it, too?”

Shi Shi covers her eyes in the corner, unable to bear the sight.

Xia Mingtang likes cats, but cats don’t like her.

The Summer family doesn’t let her have a cat, and stray cats usually run away when they see her. So, she’s as giddy as a pervert, having finally found a cat she can touch.

It’s a good thing this inn’s cat has a good temper; if it were any other cat, it would have clawed her by now.

“Aowu~” The black cat, whose tail is being played with, is so angry that its meow changes pitch. It stands up, arches its back, and hisses at Xia Mingtang. Taking advantage of her moment of, it makes a lightning-fast escape, darting into the inn’s main hall.

“Meow-meow, don’t run!” Xia Mingtang, dragging her suitcase and wearing small high heels, is surprisingly agile in her pursuit. In just a few seconds, she charges into the inn’s main hall.

The black cat leaps over the counter and, in a few bounds, lands on the stairs to the second floor.

Xia Mingtang is about to continue her chase when she suddenly sees a woman with a very classical aura sitting at the counter.

The woman looks a few years older than her and has the gentle appearance of a woman from Jiangnan.

She is wearing a dark green cheongsam, and her raven-black hair hangs down, tied only with a single green silk cord, as if she has stepped out of an ancient painting.

On the counter sits a jade abacus. The woman’s slender fingers are casually flicking the beads, making a “ding-dong” sound. Even just calculating accounts, she exudes a sense of asceticism.

Noticing a visitor, the woman slightly raises her head, one hand still resting on the abacus beads. “Are you two here for travel?”

Even her voice is so pleasant, as clear and moist as a mountain spring.

Xia Mingtang’s expression changes in an instant. She looks at this unfamiliar woman, looking as well-behaved as can be. “Hello, sister.”

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