The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 110

On the third day of Qin Yan’s business trip, Xingxing Advertising held its annual company party.

Xingxing Advertising had just turned five years old. Following the principle of “familiarity is convenient,” most employees were classmates from J University.

The average age of the employees was about twenty-five, which was very young compared to peers in the same industry.

In previous years, at every annual party, Xia Mingtang would generously give out substantial gifts for the lucky draw, which made the employees deeply fond of their otherwise hands-off boss.

This year was no exception.

The only difference was that Manager Lin was hosting the event. She suggested a “dream-making” theme, inviting employees to a cosplay event. Conveniently, the company had a stock of various anime costumes leftover from previous advertisements.

Her proposal passed with ninety percent of the votes.

Watching Manager Lin bustling about, Xia Mingtang recalled how she had always been on guard when Qin Yan first sent her to monitor Xia Mingtang.

Now, Lin seemed fully integrated into Xingxing Advertising, effectively becoming the company’s second-in-command.

In recent days, she also seemed to have stopped reporting little things about Xia Mingtang to Qin Yan. After all, there was no real need anymore.

Qin Yan was now in the U.S. Every free moment was spent either messaging Xia Mingtang or video calling her.

Previously, when Xia Mingtang had joked to Song Mo about “five video calls a day,” she had unwittingly made a prediction that came true.

But today was a bit strange. Since video calling at noon, Qin Yan hadn’t sent any messages for several hours.

It felt unusual. Nothing serious could have happened, right?

No, no, no—she was a healthy, capable adult. What could possibly happen?

Xia Mingtang patted her head, shaking off her wandering thoughts.

She blamed Song Mo, who had spoken mysteriously a few days ago, giving her strange dreams at night.

She also blamed Qin Yan, who hadn’t sent a single message in all these hours.

Glancing at her phone, Xia Mingtang slipped it back into her pocket.

“Ms. Xia, the party has started. Are you going in?”

Manager Lin, dressed in a white top and red skirt, had somehow finished her tasks and came over.

This time, she was cosplaying Kikyo from Inuyasha, complete with a wooden bow on her back. She looked remarkably like a shrine maiden.

“Let’s go in. Looks pretty accurate,” Xia Mingtang commented, noting the tie around Lin’s waist.

“You’re still the most spot-on, Ms. Xia,” Lin said sincerely, and Xia Mingtang nodded in agreement.

Xia Mingtang was cosplaying Sailor Mercury from Sailor Moon.

While the sailor suit was easy enough to find, the golden twin-tail wig was impossible to locate in the company’s storage, so she had a custom one made herself.

It couldn’t be helped—this was a personal passion she had had since childhood.

Xia Mingtang didn’t feel it was inappropriate for the company’s boss to cosplay Sailor Mercury.

After all, some were even cosplaying Pleasant Goat—at least hers was still a human character.

“Good taste,” Xia Mingtang smiled and finally stepped into the center of the party with some delight.

Employees were always very enthusiastic about such activities.

As soon as Xia Mingtang entered the hall, she saw a group of colorful anime characters waving props and cheering.

Seeing her, the employees didn’t get nervous but smiled, complimenting her for her accurate cosplay.

Xia Mingtang graciously accepted all the praise.

Nearby was a popularity contest, where employees could show off signature poses of their characters. The audience would vote for favorites, and the winners would get small prizes.

Xia Mingtang adjusted her headband, planning to do the “Moon Prism Power” transformation.

Suddenly, she recalled a video she had seen in the hospital.

In the video, she seemed somewhat dazed, imagining herself as Sailor Mercury, Yi Yi as Grey Wolf, and Qin Yan as Blue Rabbit—a chaotic scene.

Ugh, why was she thinking of that person again?

She glanced at her phone once more, lost interest in performing, and decided not to compete with the employees for prizes.

She found a seat and drank her cocktail as if it were water.

“Ms. Xia, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with President Qin over there,” said Manager Lin, mysteriously appearing like a wandering shrine maiden throughout the night.

“I never said I was worried about her!” Xia Mingtang bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Lin smiled and pushed a small cake decorated with a cherry toward her before turning to manage the event.

Xia Mingtang moved the cake aside rebelliously and continued drinking her cocktail.

The lucky draw segment, the employees’ favorite, soon began.

Although Xingxing Entertainment was small, with only a few dozen employees, Xia Mingtang would always put up a six-figure prize pool to ensure everyone got something.

At that moment, the first-prize winner was cheered on the stage, and the venue buzzed with excitement.

Seeing her employees happy made Xia Mingtang happy as well.

But amidst the crowd, she suddenly felt a quietness beyond the noise.

It was strange. She was only twenty-four—why did she have such a “senior” mindset?

Feeling inexplicably down, she opened another bottle of cocktail.

The party lasted four hours. Xia Mingtang had already informed her driver and now staggered toward the garage.

She refused help from the employees—after all, a few cocktails weren’t that difficult to handle.

The evening breeze blew, doubling the branches of a tree by the roadside.

Relying on memory, Xia Mingtang approached her Pagani. The driver waiting for her had somehow changed hairstyle and lost weight.

Wait, why did he have the exact same face as Qin Yan?

Her mind irritated at Qin Yan’s absence and her persistent presence in her thoughts, Xia Mingtang growled:

“Get lost! I don’t want to see you.”

Her wrist was grabbed. Behind her was a familiar warmth, mingling with the scent of calendula, along with that gentle, clear voice:

“I’d be heartbroken if Tang Tang said that. I just got off the plane and came straight to pick you up.”

Xia Mingtang tilted her head, staring for a long time. His face hadn’t disappeared—it had become even clearer.

Unsure if she was hallucinating, she reached out and pinched that alabaster face…

The brows furrowed like distant mountains.

“Ow~” Qin Yan winced but remained full of tolerance.

It hurt, confirming it wasn’t a hallucination.

Xia Mingtang’s gloom from the whole night dissipated. She opened the car door, flopped into the passenger seat, and commanded:

“Drive.”

Qin Yan closed the car door and secured the almost-collapsed little fox beside her with a seatbelt.

Her jade-like fingers moved delicately over the clothing.

Xia Mingtang, exhausted, opened her eyes and met Qin Yan’s smiling gaze, then angrily turned her head away.

Though silent, Qin Yan could read her mind.

Recalling the increasingly frequent messages in the chat, she curved her lips knowingly.

At first, she had been too busy to check messages while rushing back early.

After landing, however, there was a trace of intentionality.

She wanted to see just how many messages her little fox would send on her own.

The result was even more delightful than she had imagined.

If only she had known how much Tang Tang missed her, she would have…

Hidden herself first and observed a little longer before appearing.

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