The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 101

Qin Yan stayed at home under the pretense of taking care of Summer Mingtang.

Although she didn’t say it outright, her actions clearly showed that she wouldn’t allow Summer Mingtang to be out of her sight by more than three feet.

Even if Summer Mingtang wanted to grab a piece of fruit, Qin Yan would follow her and effortlessly snatch the small watermelon from her hands, saying gently,

“Watermelon is too cooling; you should eat blueberries instead.”

Summer Mingtang stared helplessly at the large watermelon she was holding, now replaced with a tiny handful of blueberries, and couldn’t help but let out a sharp “hiss.”

Wasn’t the difference a bit too extreme?

She raised her head and glared at Qin Yan, annoyed. “Can’t you go do your own things?”

Even the eighteen- or nineteen-year-old version of Qin Yan wasn’t this clingy.

Qin Yan placed the watermelon back, smiling warmly at Summer Mingtang. “I’m busy with the most important task right now.”

Her soft gaze, full of affection, paired with her gentle and classical beauty, could easily captivate anyone.

But Summer Mingtang seemed immune to it at the moment.

Thanks to that other person, her stomach still wasn’t feeling well.

Yet in just one night, the person beside her had reverted to a controlling, possessive self, which felt very strange.

Who could return the youthful, sunny Qin Yan from before?!

Summer Mingtang sighed, holding the blueberries, and walked toward the living room in a huff.

Qin Yan’s lips curved slightly as she followed slowly behind.

She didn’t think she was being overly controlling.

After all, from her perspective, it had been a long time since she had properly spent time with her wife. Wanting her wife was not wrong.

After being occupied by that “defective product” for so long, she had to make up for it doubly.

Summer Mingtang sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, deliberately switching to a variety show she knew Qin Yan disliked.

At that moment, a comedy variety show was airing. Summer Mingtang sometimes watched such shows to pass the time.

However, the Qin Yan from before would have found them too noisy and left after a short while.

Leaning on the sofa, Summer Mingtang ate the blueberries while watching people on TV play the “telephone” game.

Everyone wore headphones and stood in separate booths. The first person would act out the message on a board, passing it to the next person.

After several people acted it out, by the time it reached the third person, the meaning would have already changed several times.

By the time it reached the last person, the original message was unrecognizable.

The fun of this game wasn’t in the message itself, but in the comedic gestures people used to communicate and the way different brains collided.

This game was a regular feature on variety shows, and different guests each episode produced different effects.

Summer Mingtang initially enjoyed seeing celebrities abandon their polished image and act recklessly for the sake of winning.

But now, she found it boring.

Why was she even getting sleepy watching a comedy show?

It had to be because that persistent presence beside her was chilling the mood, making the show less funny.

Leaning back into the sofa cushions, she half-closed her eyes, treating the TV sound as background noise.

Weirdly, more than five minutes had passed, yet that person hadn’t left.

Qin Yan indeed didn’t like this type of show, but now, as long as her wife was nearby, nothing else mattered.

She kept her ears alert to Summer Mingtang’s movements while scrolling through old WeChat chats, her expression darkening.

During the time she was gone, that “defective product” had been sending her wife so many messages.

Qin Yan’s fingers moved rapidly on the screen.

The eighteen- or nineteen-year-old Qin Yan had sent Summer Mingtang no less than ten messages daily.

Many were lengthy, amounting to a small essay each day, like a chatterbox.

Qin Yan frowned, almost exiting the chat, considering a long press to delete all the messages.

But that would also delete Summer Mingtang’s replies.

She hesitated, feeling reluctant.

Her wife treated that “defective product” far more patiently than she had ever treated Qin Yan herself.

Despite being bombarded with messages, Summer Mingtang didn’t show impatience and even actively shared her schedule and sent cute emojis.

These were things her younger self had never done for her.

The thought irritated Qin Yan.

She reopened the chat and began deleting the single-sided messages sent during her amnesia.

Originally, she just wanted to be a simple “delete-comment machine,” but reading too fast often caused the messages to sink into her mind.

[Wife, I bought a new version of the previous finger toy, the plus version. It’s thinner, more breathable, and comes with a vibration function. Shall we try it tonight? Meow meow love.jpg]

!

Qin Yan grabbed her phone, veins bulging in her hands.

She thought: if that person weren’t sharing my body, I would definitely beat her up, chop off her claws, and throw her overseas!

Her expression darkened as she deleted messages faster.

Afraid of seeing anything else aggravating, she lifted her eyes and fixed her gaze on Summer Mingtang, who was daydreaming beside her.

Her thumb seemed to have muscle memory, long-pressing and deleting one message after another…

Since the “defective product” always sent long messages, she could keep going.

The TV went to an advertisement. Summer Mingtang, head resting on the sofa, half-asleep, suddenly felt an icy chill around her.

She opened her eyes and curiously looked at Qin Yan, only to meet those unfathomable eyes.

Qin Yan: …
Summer Mingtang: …

Stretching her arms and pretending to loosen up, she turned her head to the side, thinking:

Strange person, I didn’t do anything to you, why are you staring at me?

Sitting upright, she popped the last blueberry into her mouth.

Qin Yan got up from the sofa and walked straight to the TV stand, grabbing the small bear plush perched there.

Summer Mingtang’s eye twitched.

It was bought by the younger Qin Yan when she just got out of the hospital, meant to match the pink-dressed bear from Summer Mingtang’s home.

Summer Mingtang had bought plenty of plush toys in her teenage years for decoration but rarely hugged them in recent years.

When she left her old house, she hadn’t touched the room’s setup but had brought the bear along.

Returning home, seeing the TV stand bare, she placed the bear there as decoration, connecting Summer Mingtang’s previous home and the Xijing villa.

The teenage Qin Yan had been delighted that her bear was cherished, praising Summer Mingtang’s taste.

Summer Mingtang had felt a little proud, even though placing a plush toy on the TV stand didn’t require much skill.

Now she saw Qin Yan silently pick up the bear and head toward the storage room, leaving the TV stand bare.

Panicked, she called out, “Where are you taking it?”

“This bear is too tacky. I’ll put it in the storage room.”

Originally, Qin Yan wanted to throw it directly in the trash but spoke more politely at the last moment.

Now, her mind held two sets of memories: her original and the incomplete ones from the amnesia period.

She instinctively rejected that incomplete self, seeing it as a “defective product.”

She envied that version for enjoying Summer Mingtang’s favor, wishing she could eliminate it entirely.

Clearly, her eighteen- or nineteen-year-old self wasn’t like this.

Back then, in a foreign country, she had to grasp every opportunity while avoiding hidden attacks, often losing sleep, unlike that “defective product” who just clung to her wife.

The more she thought about it, the angrier Qin Yan became, taking larger steps toward the storage room.

Summer Mingtang, seeing Qin Yan heading there, got up and ran beside her, grabbing the bear’s head.

“No! This is mine. I want to put it back on the TV stand.”

She had no idea why Qin Yan was obsessing over a plush bear, but recently she had grown fond of it.

If it were any other trinket, she could have moved it, but not this one.

The two locked eyes, standing there for several seconds.

Summer Mingtang broke first, furrowing her brows and whimpering:

“You! You’re killing me! Ow, my stomach hurts.”

Seeing this, Qin Yan panicked and immediately let go, holding Summer Mingtang horizontally.

“Is it gas again? Let me massage your stomach.”

She walked a few steps to the sofa, placing her wife down.

Her hands rubbed together, about to lift the corner of Summer Mingtang’s sleepwear.

Summer Mingtang, still holding the bear, didn’t want to give her an easy time.

She raised a hand, “Put the bear back for me.”

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