The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 109

Rongcheng wasn’t like Yunzhen, where it was spring all year round. Approaching early summer, some people who couldn’t handle heat had already switched to short sleeves.

It was at this time that Xia Mingtang wrapped a silk scarf around her neck.

The light blue silk scarf was thin and translucent. It didn’t feel hot against her skin, but it didn’t quite match the outfit she usually wore to work.

Anyway, Qin Yan had previously told Manager Lin about this. With only half a day left, she was too lazy to go to the office and receive the customary greetings from her colleagues.

Xia Mingtang changed into the latest summer collaboration dress from Chanel, paired with Prada lambskin shoes, combining colors in a bold way.

With her wife away from home, she began to let herself go, showing off her flashy side.

She had dressed as if ready for a runway, but then realized she hadn’t actually decided where to go, so she opened the “Four Golden Flowers” group chat.

This was a group she had joined back in her university dorm days. Besides Shi Shi, whom she had known for over ten years, her upper bunk roommate Shi You and dorm leader Ruan Sheng were also fairly close to her.

In the past couple of years, many people had gathered around Miss Xia, but after she got married, her contacts gradually dwindled.

But for people who weren’t important, Xia Mingtang didn’t really care.

Whenever she felt lonely or bored, the first people she thought of were the roommates she had spent four years with.

Holding her phone, Xia Mingtang typed quickly.

[So bored… anyone pity this bored single person and recommend some fun places nearby? Cat yawning.jpg]

At this time, everyone else was at work, but that didn’t stop them from replying—after all, slacking off is human nature.

Shi You: [Since when did you become a single person? Did Boss Qin dump you?]

Ruan Sheng: [Little one, you’re really something. I’ve been busy with design for three days, and you’re bored?]

Xia Mingtang first sent Ruan Sheng a teasing grimace, then replied to Shi You.

[I wish Qin Yan would dump me. She’s on a business trip. I’m just temporarily “single” and don’t know where to go. Cat looking pitiful.jpg]

Shi You: [Oh~ so someone’s lonely and guarding the house alone. First day Boss Qin leaves, you miss her already.]

Xia Mingtang got goosebumps and pressed her phone angrily.

[Can you not say things like that? I’m happy she’s away! Any proper suggestions?]

Shi You: [Seriously, if you’re this bored and can’t be away from your wife, just fly to wherever she’s on a business trip. Face with tongue out.jpg]

Xia Mingtang: [I said I don’t miss her! Are you looking for a beating? Angry.jpg]

Just as the two almost started arguing in the chat, Shi Shi, who had been lurking quietly, finally spoke up.

[There’s an art exhibition in the west district today, should be lively. Search “Century Art Exhibition” yourself.]

Shi You noticed the rare activity and stopped teasing Xia Mingtang, surprised.

[Wow, it’s rare for the second one to appear during work hours. Now talking to you feels like making an appointment.]

Xia Mingtang sent two weird emojis, fanning the flames.

[The second one’s mind is full of her goddess. She hasn’t been like this since today, just get used to it.]

After sending the last message, she left the group chat and started searching for the “Century Art Exhibition.”

The exhibition was at Wanhe Art Museum in the west of Rongcheng, showcasing works by dozens of famous domestic and international artists for three days. Today was the second day.

Xia Mingtang wasn’t particularly passionate about art, but such events were usually lively and worth seeing.

As a bored person, what she needed most now was to witness the buzz.

She immediately called her driver and drove to the museum.

Tickets would be sorted on the way.

Upon entering the museum, she noticed quite a few people, but the spacious exhibition hall didn’t feel crowded.

By the time she arrived, she had missed the opening presentation. The curator and several artists were giving a guided tour, sharing the inspiration behind their works and little stories.

Most paintings were themed around family, friendship, or love—highly sentimental.

The audience responded accordingly; several groups were moved to tears by a few paintings.

Xia Mingtang scratched her head from outside the crowd. This hype felt boring.

But having already paid for the ticket, leaving now would be a waste.

She decided to check out a less emotional corner.

In a small area in the southeast, perhaps because the theme wasn’t sentimental enough or because the guided tour had already passed, there were only one or two people.

Xia Mingtang walked over, scanning the paintings casually, when one caught her attention.

Two young girls, with identical faces but completely different expressions.

The one on the left had clear and innocent eyes, while the one on the right had eyes deep and unfathomable.

They gazed at each other like twin flowers born from the same body.

The background was sharply divided by color: bright and radiant on the left, a dark vortex on the right.

Themes of twins or duality weren’t uncommon, but this painting was different from the usual ones she had seen.

Although not an art major, she could tell this painting was much rougher and more abstract than the others in the exhibition.

The artist was anonymous, and it was unclear why this piece was even displayed here.

“‘Twin souls,’ the eternal day and the eternal night. Miss Xia, interested in this piece, ‘Duet of Souls’?”

Startled, Xia Mingtang turned to see a sharp-featured woman walking toward her.

If she remembered correctly, this was the third “chance encounter” with this woman in recent days.

Do people really get this familiar so quickly?

Xia Mingtang felt slightly offended, crossing her arms and turning to walk away.

“No, I’m just looking around.”

She thought she had made her disinterest clear, but the woman was persistent, catching up in a few steps.

“Really? I thought you’d be delighted to see someone in the painting resembling your wife.”

Xia Mingtang looked back at the painting again.

Indeed, the expressions and aura were similar to Qin Yan’s.

The artist followed her gaze, commenting with a hint of emotion.

“This painting is exhibited annually since its creation. This is the fifth year.

“Five years, and not a single person has understood its true meaning. They all just see it as twin sisters. Miss Xia, do you understand it?”

Hearing the self-proclaimed artist’s tone, Xia Mingtang thought: Maybe it’s because your painting is too rough and abstract that no one can understand it.

Wait—why are you painting Qin Yan?

Recalling Qin Yan’s previous instructions, she decided not to get involved and turned to leave.

“Sorry, I don’t understand it either.”

Seeing that Xia Mingtang finally reacted, the woman smiled and handed over a business card: Song Mo, a psychologist. “Let’s have a drink together.”

Xia Mingtang suspected a trap but had no evidence.

Ultimately, she agreed to meet Song Mo at a café next to the exhibition.

She dropped several sugar cubes into her coffee but still found it bitter, taking a sip before putting the cup down.

“You went through all that trouble to get me here. What do you want to say?”

Compared to her impatience, Song Mo was calm. She sipped half a cup and smiled.

“I didn’t go in circles. It’s your comprehension…”

Xia Mingtang was furious. Why did she have to sit here and be insulted?

Song Mo noticed her reaction and stopped mid-insult, switching to the point.

“You’ve been married for a few months. You and Qin Yan seem close?”

Xia Mingtang thought: Thanks for asking. Our relationship is stable, always ready for divorce.

Of course, she wouldn’t tell this stranger the truth.

Subconsciously, she felt this woman was not friendly. Even if she and Qin Yan had disagreements, they should appear united externally.

She forced herself to show a happy and sweet demeanor.

“Of course. We can’t bear to be apart even for a second.

“She reminded me several times before leaving that I must video call her five times a day.”

Song Mo kept staring at her face, eventually letting out a small laugh.

“Miss Xia, I studied psychology. You really are cute; no wonder she cares so much about you.”

Xia Mingtang: …

Being called “cute” like that did not make her happy at all.

She disliked talking to scheming people—it was exhausting.

She slammed the table in frustration. “One minute. If you don’t get to the point, I’m leaving!”

Song Mo saw she was serious and stopped joking, adopting a serious expression.

“Qin Yan is my patient. She suffers from dissociative identity disorder, commonly known as a dual personality.

“Five years ago, she abruptly stopped treatment against medical advice. Her condition was relatively stable back then, but it has now relapsed.”

After all the buildup, Xia Mingtang wasn’t too surprised, thinking: See, you could have just said it straight.

She looked at Song Mo. “So you want me to persuade her to continue treatment?”

“No,” Song Mo shook her head. “She won’t agree. I hope you can cooperate with my treatment without telling her.”

Xia Mingtang frowned, sipping her bitter coffee.

First time hearing treatment requires hiding things from the patient—this woman was truly strange.

But she seemed to know Qin Yan well, at least better than Xia Mingtang did.

Song Mo smiled as she studied her, clearly confident and slightly aggressive even while smiling.

Xia Mingtang wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked up. “I’ll think about it.”

After parting with Song Mo, Xia Mingtang hadn’t left the café when she received a video call from Qin Yan.

It was 1 p.m.; Qin Yan should have just arrived at her destination.

Xia Mingtang answered, seeing Qin Yan’s lively face on screen.

She wondered if this person ever slept.

Qin Yan appeared to be at an airport café, with some snacks visible on the table.

Sitting in front of the camera, she smiled warmly.

“Just got off the plane. I thought my Tangtang would be awake by now. Have you eaten breakfast?”

“It’s lunchtime by now. I went for a walk already.”

Xia Mingtang spoke in a slightly annoyed tone but moved the camera to show her surroundings.

Qin Yan’s sharp eyes immediately recognized the location.

“This is the café in the west district, right? There’s also an art museum nearby. If nothing’s wrong, you can visit it.”

Xia Mingtang thought: Thanks for the suggestion, just came from there.

She didn’t intend to tell Qin Yan about her meeting with Song Mo, chatting casually instead.

Qin Yan thought the camera was too far and asked her to adjust for a closer view.

During the conversation, her eyes kept scanning Xia Mingtang’s scarf, with a pleased expression.

“The scarf is beautiful.”

Xia Mingtang touched the light blue silk scarf, wanting to protest, but noticed people passing by and let it be.

Originally she wanted to scold, but thinking of the earlier conversation with Song Mo, she felt a pang of sympathy for Qin Yan.

She relaxed her hand, slightly annoyed.

“Think it’s pretty? I’ll bring you ten more when I get back. You can wear a different one every day.”

Inwardly, she gritted her teeth: Best be one per day, can’t leave home without a scarf!

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