The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 115

The two of them were having breakfast together in the dining room when Xia Mingtang received a message.

The sender’s profile picture was a pure black silhouette. Xia Mingtang took two seconds to remember who it was.

A few days ago, Song Mo had met her at a café next to an art exhibition and suggested that she cooperate with psychological treatment without telling Qin Yan.

Xia Mingtang hadn’t immediately agreed at the time, but at Song Mo’s insistence, they had added each other on WeChat.

Over the past few days, they hadn’t really contacted each other. Xia Mingtang hadn’t been particularly enthusiastic about a stranger suddenly appearing with such a proposal.

But today, perhaps having learned that Qin Yan had returned to the country, the other party had started contacting her again.

The message was short: “Have you made a decision about my proposal?”

Xia Mingtang glanced at her phone, turned off the screen, and continued eating the salad on her plate.

Even this small action did not escape Qin Yan’s eyes.

She took a sip of goat milk, smiled warmly at her little fox, and asked casually, as if without thinking,

“Who’s that sending messages so early? Something at work?”

If it had been the old Xia Mingtang, she probably would have clumsily faked an answer.

But now, her intelligence had evolved. Now she was—Niubulu Xia Mingtang!

Recently, Manager Lin had been busy at Xingxing Advertising every day. If there was anything happening at the company, Qin Yan might even know about it two minutes earlier than her.

Since this matter involved Qin Yan personally, Xia Mingtang had no intention of hiding it.

She put down her fork and explained truthfully:

“On the second day of your business trip, a woman claiming to be your psychologist came to see me.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan seemed to pause for a second. Then, she swallowed the goat milk she had in her mouth.

The glass made a crisp “clink” as it was placed on the table.

Qin Yan’s face was stern, her tone not very pleasant.

“I’ve already told you before, that woman is a complete pervert. Don’t ever contact her again.”

She didn’t ask what they had talked about that day—she cut it off at the root.

Seeing Qin Yan’s stormy expression, Xia Mingtang felt as if she had committed a huge mistake.

She snapped, “It’s not like I went to her! Besides, she didn’t act particularly weird…”

At least, not as weird as you sometimes do.

Qin Yan glanced at her silently, and Xia Mingtang immediately backed down.

“Alright, alright. I won’t see her again then.”

With that, Qin Yan’s tense expression finally relaxed, and her jade-like fingers lightly tapped the table.

“Delete her contact as well.”

“Okay.” Xia Mingtang deleted Song Mo’s WeChat in front of Qin Yan.

Seeing Qin Yan’s face finally reveal satisfaction, she mischievously leaned closer.

“Hey, you didn’t even ask who she is, nor deny that she’s a psychologist. Looks like she was telling the truth.

“Qin Yan, do you have some psychological problem? You can tell me, I’ll give you some advice.”

She had long suspected that this woman’s psychology was a bit abnormal. And look—sure enough.

Qin Yan’s slight smile was smoothed away again. She fixed her deep gaze on the curious little fox in front of her and said deliberately, word by word,

“My psychology is completely healthy. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

Xia Mingtang pouted inwardly. Did she really believe her own words?

Not wanting to push too hard, she leaned back in her chair and sighed long and heavily.

“Ah~~~~~ I get it. Everyone has their little secrets.

“‘Wife’ and all, it’s just a temporary arrangement. You can’t fully trust someone.”

Her acting was clumsy, but Qin Yan still fell for it.

She turned, pulled her chair closer, and placed a hand on the slim shoulder of the little fox, her eyes deep and bottomless.

“Tang Tang, I never intended to just ‘temporarily’ live with you, nor have I ever not trusted you.

“You are the person I care about most in my life. We will be together forever.”

Although events were unfolding in the direction Xia Mingtang hoped for, the sudden declaration of deep love still made her feel slightly awkward.

Xia Mingtang grasped Qin Yan’s hand in return, hurriedly saying, “I get it, I get it. You don’t have to be so serious.”

“You don’t understand,” Qin Yan shook her head. “If you want to know about my past, I can tell you.”

Xia Mingtang’s eyes lit up, a “Tell me, tell me!” expression on her face.

Seeing the little fox looking so triumphant, Qin Yan took a deep breath and spoke after a long pause.

“When I was in Country M, I went through a period of considerable mental stress.

“So I found a psychology PhD to do psychological counseling—oh wait, at that time she was still a master’s student.

“After a period of treatment, I realized that person was not qualified, psychologically abnormal. Since I had no problems afterward, I cut off contact with her unilaterally.”

Xia Mingtang tilted her head, waiting for more, only to see Qin Yan take another sip of goat milk and smile, saying, “That’s all.”

Xia Mingtang looked puzzled. That master’s student, who was not qualified and psychologically abnormal, actually “cured” her?

Qin Yan’s words were ambiguous, but they matched what Song Mo had said a few days ago.

Xia Mingtang tilted her head thoughtfully.

Qin Yan reached over and patted her face. “Hurry and eat. After breakfast, I’ll drive you to the company.”

For a few days, everything passed peacefully. Since Xia Mingtang deleted Song Mo, he had not contacted her again.

One day, after work, Xia Mingtang went to a pastry shop to pack some small cakes.

As she finished paying, she saw a familiar face.

“Long time no see. Want to find a place to talk?”

Song Mo was wearing a black trench coat, his smile calm, showing no displeasure from being deleted.

With summer approaching, Xia Mingtang even felt hot just seeing his attire.

She remembered she had promised Qin Yan a few days ago and did not intend to agree.

Song Mo seemed to notice her hesitation and got straight to the point.

“The one beside you now and the one at the ‘Weixian’ restaurant before are not the same personality.

“Do you want to know what triggers her personality switch?”

Just this simple sentence piqued Xia Mingtang’s interest.

She had put a lot of effort into exploring what triggered Qin Yan’s personality shift.

However, since Qin Yan returned from her business trip, their short-term interactions had been relatively good.

So she was not as eager as before to make Qin Yan “switch back to nineteen.”

But if, as Song Mo said, a person’s personality could switch at any time, that was ultimately unstable.

Moreover, this person was her pillow mate.

Song Mo asked Xia Mingtang to meet at a nearby teahouse.

As a young person, Xia Mingtang wasn’t particularly interested in tea. All her attention was on the “key” Song Mo mentioned.

The more anxious she was, the more leisurely Song Mo seemed.

He prepared the tea with a showy ritual: rinsing the teapot with boiling water, preheating the cups, shaking and pouring the tea—a whole elaborate process.

“How about it? Cooperate with me, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” Song Mo pushed a freshly brewed cup of oolong tea toward Xia Mingtang.

She took a sip; apart from being hot, it had no other effect.

She furrowed her beautiful brows, alert. “How can I trust that you’re telling the truth?”

Song Mo grinned boldly. “You’re sitting here drinking tea with me, aren’t you showing trust? If I’m not mistaken, it was Qin Yan’s idea for you to block me on WeChat, right?”

Indeed, being a psychology student, he could guess even from afar.

But one thing he got wrong—Xia Mingtang was here not because she trusted him.

Since Qin Yan was secretive about her past, she just wanted to extract some useful information from this so-called psychologist.

However, he was cunning and dominated the entire conversation.

“What do you want me to do?” Xia Mingtang, still unused to drinking tea, looked at Song Mo.

Song Mo curled his lips and revealed his goal.

“Qin Yan has some unresolved issues from the past, which caused her secondary personality.

“To completely cure her, she needs to confront past scenarios again.

“All you have to do is bring her to the place I mention. The rest, leave it to me.

“Don’t worry, at that time, you’ll naturally see how her personality switches.”

The old fox said a lot but revealed almost nothing, only issuing instructions.

Xia Mingtang neither agreed nor refused. She rubbed her nose.

“I’m a bit curious, why are you so keen on treating Qin Yan? What’s in it for you?”

Song Mo crossed his arms and straightened his posture.

“That’s the second question. But I can answer it as a friend.

“Doctors have a benevolent heart, after all… it’s frustrating when a patient leaves midway through treatment.”

After speaking, he looked out the window. “Your wife’s here to pick you up. I’ll go first. Remember to check my messages.”

Xia Mingtang watched Song Mo leave, feeling a bit speechless.

Wait, I haven’t even agreed yet.

But soon, her attention was no longer on Song Mo.

Qin Yan strode into the teahouse, brushing past Song Mo without a glance.

She came to Xia Mingtang, who was still playing with her tea cup. Xia Mingtang opened her mouth to greet her:

“How come you’re here? I was just about to—ah!”

Before she could finish, Qin Yan picked her up from the chair with one hand and dragged her outside.

“Slow down, slow down, it hurts, it hurts!”

Xia Mingtang squealed all the way, while Qin Yan didn’t react at all, seating her in the front passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Seeing Qin Yan’s gray-as-ash face, Xia Mingtang shrank her neck and obediently fastened her seatbelt.

Qin Yan leaned forward, pinning her in place, and lifted her chin, eyes brewing a storm.

Xia Mingtang had no choice but to meet her gaze, looking innocent and timid.

After several seconds, the storm in those jet-black eyes subsided, returning to calm.

Qin Yan sat back in the driver’s seat, fastened her seatbelt, and pressed the accelerator.

Afraid she would drive recklessly, Xia Mingtang kept muttering beside her:

“This stretch has a speed limit! Be careful, don’t go too fast.

“Slow down, slow down, don’t overtake that car ahead!”

Qin Yan glanced at her from the corner of her eye. The little sparrow instantly became a little quail.

Xia Mingtang fell silent, eyes fixed firmly on the speedometer.

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