The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 113

Xia Mingtang was wrapped in a blanket, resting in bed, while Qin Yan sat beside her working on a laptop.

Thanks to someone, there was now a red mark circling her neck, and even a simple word to the housekeeper drew glances.

As the culprit, Xia Mingtang felt no guilt at all. She was taking advantage of being a patient—Qin Yan was extra accommodating—so she found ways to boss her around as a little form of revenge.

After all, that person had been stern with her before, not just this time, but also previously… even worse.

“I want an apple. Go peel one for me,” Xia Mingtang said, sniffling with a red nose as she gave Qin Yan her orders.

Qin Yan brought the apple and peeled it. Just as she was about to slice it, Xia Mingtang issued a new instruction.

“I don’t want it cut into pieces I can’t eat. I want it carved into the shape of a rabbit.”

Qin Yan paused, silently looking at her.

Xia Mingtang shrank her neck back slightly, her tone part pitiful, part annoyed.

“No way… You can’t even fulfill a tiny wish for a patient? Boohoo… I’m so miserable that I can’t even have an apple.”

Qin Yan lowered her head and gestured on the apple with the knife for a long time before sighing, “I don’t know how to carve a rabbit.”

Xia Mingtang was extremely disappointed. She leaned against the headboard, pouting.

“Liar! You could do it so well at the hospital before!”

The room fell silent for a few seconds after those words.

The Qin Yan who had cared for Xia Mingtang at the hospital was the teenage version of herself.

Hearing this, Qin Yan darkened her expression and stabbed the knife into the apple.

Xia Mingtang was startled, about to say “Forget it,” but then Qin Yan’s movements became fast and sharp.

A pile of apple chunks accumulated on the porcelain plate, and in her hand appeared a clump of… polygonal apple pieces, barely larger than a thumb.

“Here, your rabbit,” Qin Yan said flatly, presenting the oddly-shaped apple chunks.

Xia Mingtang looked at the uneven pieces, her expression complicated. She took a piece, unable to resist complaining:

“Ugly.”

She shoved the apple in her mouth, her face expressing sheer disgust.

Qin Yan watched her finish the strange creation and even took some apple chunks for herself.

Seeing that her trick didn’t faze Qin Yan but only ended up tormenting herself, Xia Mingtang felt unsatisfied.

She grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands and began giving more orders.

“My mouth feels bland. I want spicy and sour rice noodles, like the ones you made in Yun Town before.”

Qin Yan looked at her smacking lips and hesitated, “You just ate an apple… can you really still eat more?”

“That apple? Three-quarters of it was eaten by you!” Xia Mingtang grabbed a pillow and punched it twice.

Qin Yan thought about it and figured she was right. She wrapped Xia Mingtang in the blanket tighter.

“Then stay here obediently. Lie down when tired. I’ll be back soon.”

Less than twenty minutes later, Qin Yan returned with a steaming bowl of rice noodles.

Upon entering the room, she caught sight of Xia Mingtang, who thought her fever had mostly subsided. She had kicked the blanket aside, lying on the bed with her pale legs exposed, playing with her tablet.

Xia Mingtang didn’t think her previous behavior was improper at all. She hopped out of bed in slippers, grabbed the rice noodles, and slurped a few bites.

“You’re still better at making rice noodles,” she remarked.

After finishing a small portion, she couldn’t eat any more; naturally, the rest ended up in Qin Yan’s mouth.

Qin Yan gave her a look, silently commanding her to wrap herself in the blanket. But the sick girl was stubborn, constantly finding excuses to send Qin Yan away.

Every time Qin Yan returned, the blanket had moved somewhere else on the bed.

Thankfully, it was late spring, and the temperature was warm enough that Xia Mingtang, after all her antics, worked up a sweat and her fever mostly subsided.

Qin Yan, patient as ever, took her temperature, found her fine, and then carried her to the bathroom for a clean-up.

Clean and fragrant, Xia Mingtang sat on the bed, still trying to find excuses to boss Qin Yan around.

Watching Qin Yan’s quietly frustrated expression was rather fun for her.

She hugged a pillow, her round eyes spinning, plotting.

Before she could come up with a plan, Qin Yan, in silk pajamas, climbed onto the bed.

Her jade-like hand touched Xia Mingtang’s forehead. Her voice gentle and concerned: “Tangtang, how are you feeling now?”

“No fever, just a bit tired,” Xia Mingtang replied, kicking the freshly-arranged blanket away with one foot.

She thought she had answered perfectly—no need to stay covered in sweat, and she could still boss Qin Yan around.

Qin Yan noticed her darting eyes and hugged her closer.

“Tired, huh? Then I’ll help Tangtang regain some energy.”

Xia Mingtang wondered what she meant by “regain energy.”

Next second, she felt a cold smack on her backside.

Qin Yan had pulled down her pants and delivered a sharp spank.

“Pa!” went the crisp sound.

Xia Mingtang froze, clutching her waistband to escape.

“How dare you hit me again! I’m a patient!” she cried.

Qin Yan grabbed her, pressing her onto the bed, and delivered more spanks, alternating left and right, each one bouncing her fair flesh.

While punishing, she lectured, “Tangtang, do you remember how you got sick?”

This time Qin Yan controlled the force well—mostly education, a little punishment.

Xia Mingtang, used to being spanked, didn’t feel much pain, but she disliked being pinned. She struggled but couldn’t move, eventually answering obediently:

“Fine… I wouldn’t have caught a cold if you hadn’t come back to bully me. Alright, I won’t blame you.”

She sniffled pitifully.

Another heavier smack landed on the right side.

Qin Yan didn’t leave yet, pressing her hand firmly onto half of Xia Mingtang’s round bottom, signaling threat.

Controlled, Xia Mingtang didn’t dare resist.

“Alright, I won’t kick the blanket anymore. But… really?”

She buried her head in the pillow, sulking.

“You hit over trivial things! So rough and barbaric! The nineteen-year-old version was much better.”

She mumbled, unclear, but Qin Yan could perfectly understand.

Just when Qin Yan thought Tangtang had admitted her fault, that comment hit a sensitive spot.

Her eyes flashed cold.

Another “pa!” landed on the right side, force unintentionally a bit stronger.

The naked girl on the bed jolted like being shocked.

Qin Yan controlled her in hand, speaking with coldness, “So, Tangtang wants that defective product to replace me, right?”

Xia Mingtang didn’t know she had spilled secrets last night while drunk. She only felt unfairly tormented.

Gritting her teeth, she replied, “You tell me… at least the little one wouldn’t hit my butt randomly!”

The moment she spoke, her soft, white bottom took several more smacks.

Qin Yan’s eyes reddened. She held her down, voice full of grit, “Tangtang doesn’t like it, but that’s just who I am. Defective products are still defective—they won’t come back.”

Xia Mingtang wailed, buttocks throbbing painfully.

Her pale knees pressed against the sheets, struggling to escape, but with every smack, her legs softened.

Qin Yan saw the pitiful figure, lifted her, and turned her over.

She caught the tear-streaked white face, sighed, and temporarily loosened her grip.

Xia Mingtang grabbed the blanket, covering herself completely.

Too infuriating. She didn’t want to see this… pervert. Sniffle~~~~~

The thin blanket hid her sight but not her sounds.

She listened as Qin Yan left the room.

Tangtang’s ears pricked up, checking if she really walked away. But familiar footsteps returned quickly.

Qin Yan came back with ointment, looking at the small mound on the bed, gently tugging it. Her voice cold:

“If you don’t want your butt spanked anymore, come out obediently.”

Xia Mingtang snorted, unmoved, but her grip on the blanket weakened slightly.

Qin Yan uncovered her and lifted her onto her lap.

One hand raised her reddened bottom; the other applied the ointment.

The cool ointment worked to reduce swelling and bruising.

Though Xia Mingtang felt less pain, she was still very displeased.

“Hmph, hitting me and then acting all nice—so fake.”

From long experience, after applying ointment, no more spankings usually happened.

For a second, Qin Yan paused. Then, applying the ointment, her force slightly increased.

Compared to the earlier spanking, it hurt less, but the more she applied, the more Xia Mingtang felt something was off.

Why did her butt feel like it was on fire now?

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