The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 107

Xia Mingtang stood at the doorway, watching for a moment. Qin Yan had finished removing the needle, and when she looked up, her eyes met Xia Mingtang’s with a hint of a “praise me” expression.

Xia Mingtang: …

For a fleeting second, she felt as if she were seeing nineteen-year-old Qin Yan.

She walked a few steps to the sofa and glanced at the cotton pajamas in Qin Yan’s hands.

The two buttons that had previously been torn off were now perfectly intact.

Qin Yan had sewn them back with red thread, even adding a small plum blossom next to one of the buttons while finishing.

This sudden display of girlishness didn’t exactly match her previous rough behavior of yanking off buttons.

“I didn’t expect you to have this skill,” Xia Mingtang said, honestly surprised since the atmosphere was pleasant at the moment.

Qin Yan accepted the praise without hesitation, blinking and slyly promoting herself.

“My skills are quite rich. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to experience them in the future, Tangtang.”

Xia Mingtang: …

How did this person manage to turn a serious topic into something inappropriate with just one sentence?

By now, it was getting late. Xia Mingtang, too lazy to engage in banter, raised her hand to cover a yawn and lazily headed to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.

She squeezed some mint toothpaste onto her toothbrush, and in less than half a minute, a certain sticky “candy-like” fellow had followed her inside.

This was no surprise; Qin Yan had always been clingy, and now that she had returned, she was even more so.

Xia Mingtang pretended not to notice and continued brushing her teeth in front of the mirror.

Qin Yan also squeezed some toothpaste onto her own brush, appearing elegant and refined, seemingly just coincidentally brushing next to Xia Mingtang.

If not for her gaze constantly lingering on Xia Mingtang’s lips, it would have looked more innocent.

Xia Mingtang hastened her rinsing, and in just over a minute, she had cleared all the foam from her mouth.

Just as she was about to leave, she noticed Qin Yan furrowing her brows and mumbling in complaint: “Next time, we shouldn’t buy this lemon-flavored toothpaste. It’s too sour.”

“Where did the lemon flavor come from? It’s clearly mint,” Xia Mingtang instinctively retorted.

“Really? But it tastes so sour to me. Don’t believe me? Try it, Tangtang.”

Qin Yan was a woman of action. Speaking, she grabbed the other’s slender waist and transferred the foam in her mouth onto her lips.

Forced to taste the foam, Xia Mingtang rolled her eyes internally: it’s just an excuse for a kiss, and she had to invent such a reason.

Qin Yan lingered, nibbling on those soft pink lips for a while before reluctantly letting go, savoring the aftertaste with squinted eyes.

“The weird thing is, the same toothpaste tastes so much sweeter on Tangtang’s lips.”

Xia Mingtang had long since become immune to this level of perversion.

She adjusted the jacket that had slipped onto her shoulders and pulled a stern face. “Enough smothering. I want to sleep.”

“Not enough,” Qin Yan said, throwing the toothbrush into the cup and lifting Xia Mingtang onto the bathroom counter.

Xia Mingtang’s butt touched the cold marble counter, and she shivered all over.

She tried to jump down, but strong hands held her thighs firmly.

A nightgown was much more convenient than pants; with just a finger, Qin Yan could easily shift it.

Her hands pressed at the roots of her smooth thighs, leaving her momentarily unable to move.

Thus, she had to use her teeth to nibble at the edge of her lace underwear, pulling it down bit by bit.

Looking down, Xia Mingtang saw the scene and felt her blood rush upward.

Back when they had been intimate before, Qin Yan would sometimes use her mouth as well.

But back then, Xia Mingtang had been lying down, with her view blurred and the shame not as intense.

Although she had always known Qin Yan was uninhibited in matters of intimacy, she was still repeatedly pushed beyond her limits.

Xia Mingtang tried to block her, but her body swayed violently, forcing her to brace her hands on either side of the counter.

In a short while, Qin Yan had pulled the lace underwear down to the crease of her thighs.

She didn’t intend to remove it entirely, letting the thin fabric hang in the middle.

Xia Mingtang struggled to keep from falling off the counter.

Suddenly, she felt a cool stimulation beneath her.

Qin Yan buried her head, using her lips and tongue to spread the mint-flavored foam onto her delicate pink area.

Because of the previous encounter in the hot springs, that area was still slightly red and swollen.

Mint naturally had a cooling and pain-soothing effect.

Xia Mingtang, initially resistant, found herself strangely comforted.

Her weak struggles softened, and she pressed her legs tighter together.

Feeling the change, Qin Yan looked up and met her gaze with satisfaction.

Xia Mingtang gazed at her delicate face, her eyes falling on the moist, red lips, causing a brief dizziness in her mind.

The foam on her lips had been completely spread elsewhere, leaving her thin lips red and glossy.

Just one glance, and Xia Mingtang’s body twitched.

The marble counter became even wetter.

Qin Yan, clever as always, noticed the effect and squeezed more mint toothpaste onto her fingertip.

Seeing it, Xia Mingtang’s alarm bells rang: “Don’t.”

With her thighs already restrained, even if Qin Yan let go momentarily, she couldn’t move freely.

In fact, there wasn’t much time to react.

The next second, the mint toothpaste, with its unique coolness, swept over her.

…

It was destined to be a night to remember.

Thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan had returned for the second time.

After the hot springs, she once again left Xia Mingtang on the bathroom counter nearly losing control.

They had no idea how long this spontaneous torment lasted, but by the end, most of a tube of toothpaste was gone.

Qin Yan held the nearly unconscious “little fox” under the shower.

She looked at the small figure nestled in her arms, barely able to keep her eyes open, and felt a hint of complaint in her heart.

That defective little thing had become so weak while staying with her—fortunately, she had returned.

They stayed at the hot spring resort for three days and two nights, rarely stepping outside.

Finally returning to Rong City, Xia Mingtang’s legs shook as she walked but she resolutely went back to work.

She felt that work was easier than vacationing.

Fortunately, Qin Yan had things to do during the day and wasn’t around to torment her.

But at night…

Honestly, the returning Qin Yan had improved compared to when they first married.

At least… she wasn’t installing monitoring devices on her.

She didn’t stop her from seeing friends, nor set curfews.

Recently, Qin Yan seemed to be in a good mood, appearing normal when not in heat.

The problem was, whenever they were alone, Qin Yan spent about eighty percent of her time in heat.

Xia Mingtang, as an adult, understood normal adult physiological needs.

But Qin Yan’s demands now were clearly abnormal.

Which wife in the world spends all day having sex? She wasn’t living in a romance novel.

No, the little one had to be switched back!

Xia Mingtang jabbed a fork heavily into a small cake.

“Xia Xia?”

Her friend’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Ah, what’s wrong?” Xia Mingtang withdrew the fork, raising her eyebrows.

“You should be asking me that. You didn’t tell me about all the trouble before, and now that we finally meet, you’re so distracted. Tell me, is there another bestie outside?”

A true friend, even after a long time, never feels distant.

Seeing her friend’s mock-pitiful expression, Xia Mingtang relaxed a bit.

She sighed helplessly. “I’d like to have a few more good friends, but the one at home…”

Her friend immediately understood. “Oh, you mean Boss Qin? She indeed… values you a lot.”

See, someone experienced in business could be so tactful and subtle in words.

Xia Mingtang’s “Boss Qin”? Values her a lot?

Sitting in the teahouse private room, watching the bustling city outside, Xia Mingtang suddenly felt the urge to seek advice.

She leaned closer to her friend, lowering her voice.

“Say, if someone is overly interested in exploring life’s pleasures, is there a way to redirect their interest?”

Her friend, seeing Xia Mingtang’s mysterious look, initially thought there was some shocking gossip.

After hearing her, she looked at her with an expression that was hard to describe. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to show off your… harmonious sex life to a single girl like me?”

“Cough! Cough cough cough!”

Xia Mingtang choked on her saliva, tears streaming down her face.

For heaven’s sake, she was genuinely seeking advice, not showing off!

Seeing her friend’s frustrated expression, she got annoyed.

“I can’t answer that. My goddess has no earthly desires. If she ever became interested in exploring life’s pleasures, I’d probably set off fireworks.”

Xia Mingtang recalled her friend’s goddess, Xue Huai, a certain PhD.

Having seen photos before, she indeed had a cold, indifferent face.

Watching her friend’s troubled expression, half caring, half gossiping, Xia Mingtang asked,

“Your goddess has been back for half a year, and you still have no progress?”

“Who said no progress?” Her friend, unable to tolerate such slander, said solemnly.

“In just half a year, our two companies have reached deep cooperation. As of now, we signed two long-term contracts, collaborated on seven short-term projects, two of which are completed, and the rest steadily progressing.”

Xia Mingtang was shocked. “So all this progress you mentioned is just work?”

“You don’t understand. She loves her work with all her heart. Work is her life.

“As long as I get her recognition at work, it’s as if my whole life is part of hers. We now communicate for hours daily over work.”

Others could find such comfort in work too, she thought.

Seeing how pure and romantic that relationship seemed, she sighed at her own situation.

After some casual chat, her friend received a call from Xue Huai about project adjustments and left cheerfully.

Xia Mingtang finished her tea alone and, just as she was leaving, spotted Qin Yan outside.

She wasn’t surprised.

Although Qin Yan no longer installed monitoring devices, Xia Mingtang still had the habit of reporting her off-duty plans.

This habit was formed during the time of Little Qin Yan.

For Big Qin Yan, she originally didn’t want to comply.

But not complying meant being tormented longer at night.

Deciding to send a quick message, she left the room and headed toward Qin Yan.

Just as she was about to greet her, she saw Qin Yan facing a sharp-looking woman, both with unpleasant expressions.

“Eh?”

Xia Mingtang approached, feeling the woman looked familiar.

Before she could speak, Qin Yan grabbed her hand and quickly moved through the crowd.

Rarely seeing Qin Yan react this way, Xia Mingtang became even more curious.

“That woman just now—I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere,” she said.

“Stay away from her,” Qin Yan tightened her grip. “That woman is a complete pervert.”

Xia Mingtang was shocked: there actually exists someone whom even Qin Yan thinks is a pervert.

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