The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 102

Qin Yan took the ridiculously small teddy bear and, frowning, reluctantly placed it back on the TV cabinet.

Xia Mingtang’s gaze followed her every move. She twisted her body like an eel, turning her back to the room.

She didn’t want to speak to Qin Yan right now; she was too domineering and overbearing.

But Qin Yan, on the other hand, insisted on provoking her.

She walked over to the sofa, half-squatted on it, and reached out to lift the edge of Xia Mingtang’s cotton pajamas, finding a soft, tender spot, and gently rubbed it.

While massaging, she spoke in a gentle, caring tone, “Mingtang, is your stomach feeling better?”

Xia Mingtang stared at the sofa cushion, feeling warmth spreading across her lower abdomen, and pursed her lips, unwilling to respond.

Her stomach still hurt, but not as much as before; what she felt more strongly was anger.

Earlier, when fighting over the teddy bear, Qin Yan’s cold, sharp gaze had startled her.

The last time she had seen such a look was on the yacht, when she saw Ji Xianglan being caught by Qin Yan.

At that time, Qin Yan had fiercely pinned her against the storage room wall on the yacht, pulling off her pants…

Even after all this time, the memory remained vivid.

Back then, Xia Mingtang only wanted to escape after finishing the act. When she next saw Qin Yan, she seemed like a child.

She hadn’t wanted to dwell on it—after all, life had to move forward.

But now, with Qin Yan’s memory suddenly restored, her actions constantly reminded Xia Mingtang of everything that had happened.

This person hadn’t changed at all, yet Xia Mingtang no longer wanted to repeat the past.

The hand, which had been circling her lower abdomen, gradually moved upward.

Xia Mingtang grabbed the mischievous hand, turned around, and finally made a firm decision. She spoke each word clearly:

“Qin Yan, I’ve thought this through. Let’s get a divorce.”

She knew Qin Yan wouldn’t agree easily, but the first step was to bravely express her thoughts.

She deliberately chose to reveal this during her period, knowing Qin Yan couldn’t do much to her then.

If she had tried at any other time…

Just thinking about it made her legs go weak.

Qin Yan paused her hand for a moment, then continued massaging as if nothing had happened, her expression still gentle.

Xia Mingtang knew Qin Yan had heard her, and was now pretending not to.

She had finally mustered the courage and didn’t want to back down.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her voice: “I said it—we should get a divorce, and live separate lives!”

This time, Qin Yan stopped moving her hands. She didn’t get angry as Xia Mingtang had expected; her expression was even gentler than usual.

Her delicate hands smoothed the pajama edge, then lifted a lock of long hair that had fallen on the sofa, bringing it to her lips and kissing it.

Her gentle, classical features radiated a saintly aura, like she was looking at a misbehaving child, smiling softly to soothe.

“Mingtang, you’re tired. You need to rest properly.”

Seeing this smile, a cold sweat ran down Xia Mingtang’s back.

It was too abnormal, too terrifying—she would have preferred Qin Yan to get angry instead.

During periods, women are more sensitive and fragile than usual.

For a moment, Xia Mingtang almost gave in and let Qin Yan soothe her.

No!

She had finally started, and she needed to finish!

Secretly, she pinched her thigh. Because she misjudged the strength, several tears spilled.

Her pale face flushed with excitement, and her voice trembled as she continued:

“You know I’m serious. Actually, when we first got married, I already said I might divorce. I never planned to spend my life with you. We…”

At first, Xia Mingtang kept eye contact with Qin Yan to assert herself.

But the more she spoke, the lower her head sank.

Qin Yan was infuriating, but as Xia Mingtang blurted out the truth, she herself felt rather cruel.

Now, she didn’t dare look at Qin Yan’s expression, pouring out her thoughts like beans from a bamboo tube.

Afraid Qin Yan would interrupt, she hurriedly continued.

Qin Yan’s hand had been holding Xia Mingtang’s wrist. Xia Mingtang could feel that with every sentence she spoke, Qin Yan’s grip tightened slightly.

A red mark quickly formed around her delicate wrist, looking as if it could break at any moment.

It hurt, but Xia Mingtang knew Qin Yan couldn’t be feeling any better either.

She paused briefly, her mind struggling to form the next sentence, when suddenly her wrist was pulled downward…

With a “thud,” she, kneeling on the sofa, fell to the floor.

Xia Mingtang jumped in shock, supporting herself on the sofa and squatting beside the unconscious Qin Yan.

“Wake up! Don’t scare me!”

Xia Mingtang could only pat Qin Yan’s face with one hand, as the other was held tightly, unable to reach the phone on the sofa.

She tried to lift Qin Yan with one hand, but at 175 cm, she was not light.

The unconscious person felt even heavier than usual.

Sweating from the effort, Xia Mingtang couldn’t move her even slightly.

She placed her hand near Qin Yan’s nose to check her breath.

Why did it feel like she wasn’t breathing?!

This terrified Xia Mingtang.

She only wanted a divorce, not someone’s life!

Never had the heiress been in such a panic before—she cried on the spot, her voice nasal and choked.

“Don’t sleep! Wake up! I won’t divorce, I won’t divorce, okay?”

She was flustered, only wanting to undo what she had said—and surprisingly, it worked.

Next, the previously unconscious person slowly opened her eyes and sat up from the floor.

Xia Mingtang was dumbfounded as Qin Yan, acting as if nothing had happened, took her hand and helped her sit on the sofa, grabbing a tissue to wipe her tears.

“Wife, why are you crying? Did someone bully you?”

Xia Mingtang had been prepared for Qin Yan to get angry upon waking, but seeing her with clear, serene eyes, she guessed something.

Before she could think further, Qin Yan tossed the tissue aside, held the back of her head, and grinned, showing a row of white teeth.

“Ugh… my head hurts. How did we suddenly get back inside? Weren’t we just watching the fireworks?”

Xia Mingtang spent three full minutes processing that Qin Yan’s memory had suddenly returned, then five more minutes explaining everything that had happened while Qin Yan’s memory was gone.

Of course, the minor detail about fainting from a divorce proposal was left unmentioned.

Now, Xia Mingtang had opened her eyes. She had seen amnesia, seen memories gradually return, and even seen memories jump back and forth.

Luckily, nineteen-year-old Qin Yan had a strong capacity to accept it. When she learned that thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan had only returned for one day, she let out a long sigh of relief.

“Alright, let’s treat it as if she’s just temporarily taking care of my wife for a day. At least she’s considerate and didn’t linger.”

Xia Mingtang was shocked.

These words were almost like reversing the natural order.

She realized that both versions of Qin Yan, at different ages, considered her the main personality.

Previously, nineteen-year-old Qin Yan had pretended to cooperate in memory recovery, but as she gradually became familiar with everything around her, she was no longer proactive about even going for hospital checkups.

In the end, it was Qin Yan’s own decision, and Xia Mingtang had no intention of forcing her.

Moreover, after just experiencing such an embarrassing scene, nineteen-year-old Qin Yan was far easier to deal with than the thirty-one-year-old version.

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