The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 120

The summer sun rose early, baking the asphalt road with faint waves of heat.

But when Qin Yan got out of the car and stepped into the forest indicated on the map, she felt a coolness despite the sun.

She stepped on the fallen leaves scattered on the ground and soon arrived at a wooden cabin.

Comparing it with the simple sketch on the paper in her hand, she confirmed she hadn’t taken a wrong turn. She wanted to knock on the door but hesitated at that moment.

Since waking up in the hospital, her mental state had worsened day by day.

At first, she thought it was just due to her illness.

But when vague and fragmented nightmares kept appearing at night, she realized it wasn’t illness—it was another consciousness in her body fighting against her.

One body, multiple minds, struggling, tearing at each other—it made her feel unbearably heavy.

These days, she had been anxious, afraid that one day she might completely vanish.

This fear peaked yesterday when she saw the rag doll sent to the Xijing Villa.

She had never seen the doll before, didn’t know the woman in the surveillance video, yet seeing it made her inexplicably nervous.

On her way to discard the doll, she had discovered a detailed paper hidden inside it…

Qin Yan didn’t tell anyone about it. She originally intended to pretend nothing had happened, but early this morning, she found herself inexplicably heading to the meeting place.

The paper had revealed her deepest fear.

She hesitated in front of the door, and at that moment, the door opened on its own.

A woman with a slightly sharp expression appeared, offering a smile devoid of warmth.

“You’re here. That’s earlier than I expected.”

Song Mo had been blocked twice by Xia Mingtang and was frustrated at not finding a breakthrough. Yet unexpectedly, Qin Yan’s memory had reverted to when she was nineteen.

She couldn’t control the thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan, but could the nineteen-year-old be coaxed?

Qin Yan looked at the woman before her and, with lightning speed, grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back.

The other party did not resist—or perhaps had no real skill—which slightly reassured her.

Song Mo’s wrist was twisted painfully, yet she didn’t seem too surprised; her smile remained cold and unreadable.

“Being unfriendly right off the bat like this… I can’t help you.”

“What exactly are you going to help me with?” Qin Yan relaxed her grip but remained wary.

Because of the rag doll incident, she didn’t have a good impression of this woman. Yet she was the only one who knew her secret.

“You’ll know once you come in,” Song Mo said, stepping inside first.

Qin Yan followed, scanning the room.

The walls and floor were made of wood, appearing recently built; she could even smell the strong scent of sawdust.

The sofa and desk were entirely black. Song Mo walked to the window and drew the curtains, making the dimly lit room feel even more sinister.

Qin Yan frowned and, under Song Mo’s instruction, sat on the sofa.

Looking down, she saw a neat row of rag dolls on the coffee table, each wearing an eerily smiling face—very similar to the one sent to Xijing Villa yesterday.

A chill ran through her body. Without thinking, she swept all the dolls onto the floor, her breathing quickening.

Song Mo did not seem surprised by this rude act and picked up one of the dolls, placing it back on the sofa.

“Don’t worry, you might need it later.”

Before Qin Yan could make sense of this, Song Mo swung a pocket watch in front of her eyes.

“You must be tired from the journey. Rest for a while—I’ll help you expel that ‘other her’ inside your body.”

The pendulum of the pocket watch swung gently, and the glass surface refracted light into Qin Yan’s eyes.

Realizing that the woman intended to hypnotize her, Qin Yan’s eyes went wide in shock.

Half an hour later…

Song Mo wiped the sweat from her forehead and put the pocket watch back in her pocket.

Even without full memories, hypnotizing Qin Yan was far more difficult than it had been five years ago.

Fortunately, Qin Yan was currently weak, giving her an opening.

Qin Yan leaned on the sofa, her face covered in sweat, eyes tightly shut, her hands unconsciously clawing at the fabric of the sofa.

Song Mo shoved one of the dolls into the hand of the person trapped in the nightmare, a flicker of her strange smile crossing her face.

She then attached prepared devices to the sleeper’s wrists and neck, monitoring while quickly recording on her laptop.

The sleeper’s expression grew increasingly twisted in her dream, the plump nails tearing holes in the doll’s clothes.

The devices emitted red lights and even beeped warnings.

Song Mo seemed unbothered. She knew the sleeper’s tolerance hadn’t yet reached its limit.

Her fingers typed furiously on the keyboard, and her expression grew more excited.

She had finally encountered this subject and painstakingly created an experiment capable of switching multiple personalities freely—but it had run away at the critical moment.

The perfect experiment was interrupted, and her research paper lacked its most crucial part.

With full memory, Qin Yan was intentionally resistant, making it difficult for Song Mo to take control.

Helpless, she switched research topics and continued her doctorate, but the initial experiment remained an obsession.

Until one day, she learned that Qin Yan had married.

In the wedding photos, the usually arrogant and emotionally distant Qin Yan was entirely focused on someone else.

This meant she now had someone she cared about, a vulnerability.

Song Mo thought: the opportunity has come.

Qin Yan found herself in a vast, empty world, without light or wind, but surrounded by countless copies of herself.

Each “Qin Yan” bore a different expression and stepped closer, accusing her of greed, anger, ignorance, and lust.

They said she didn’t deserve to inhabit this body and should leave.

She refused to yield, grabbing the “Qin Yan” who shouted the loudest and fought her.

Fists collided, every strike deadly.

Fortunately, the other “Qin Yans” played bystanders, respecting the unspoken rules, not ganging up.

After defeating the one representing “ignorance,” she fiercely tore several holes in its clothes.

Before she could catch her breath, another “Qin Yan” charged at her.

The continuous battles drained her energy. Even worse, the bystanders chanted continuously:

“Your existence is a disaster. You caused your grandmother’s death at birth, and before adulthood, your father’s death. They died shielding you!”

“You are selfish, only taking for yourself, causing pain to those around you!”

“You think your wife is with you because she likes you? No! She fears you! She wishes you would completely disappear from this body!”

…

Being attacked by identical versions of herself, striking at her weaknesses, felt like drowning.

“No! This isn’t true!” Qin Yan shook her head desperately, finally yelling, “Get out!”

Losing herself, she just wanted to end this suffocating ordeal.

Finally, the last “Qin Yan,” representing “lust,” fell at her feet, and the world temporarily calmed.

Exhausted, Qin Yan knelt on the ground, struggling to breathe. Yet the air seemed gone.

No color, sound, or scent—she felt deprived of all senses.

A familiar panic surged.

Suddenly, a light broke through the darkness.

A young woman with delicate features and a sweet aura rushed in and embraced her, her face showing both anger and urgency.

“Qin Yan!”

At that moment, Xia Mingtang sat on the black sofa, quickly removing the devices from Qin Yan and roughly throwing them to the ground.

Song Mo cried out in protest, but a burly woman restrained her tightly.

Xia Mingtang’s face was full of worry. Her soft hands lightly slapped the unconscious woman’s face repeatedly, trying to wake her.

Though Zhou Shen had said Qin Yan just went out early for some errands, Xia Mingtang had felt uneasy throughout the day.

Messages went unanswered, calls ignored—something unheard of in the past except for business trips.

Perhaps her sixth sense had alerted her. She brought bodyguards to the address Song Mo had given her—and she had guessed correctly.

Seeing Qin Yan unconscious, Xia Mingtang pressed kisses on her lips multiple times in worry.

She had anticipated complications but hadn’t expected it to be so severe.

Xia Mingtang had rushed out with only two bodyguards. One restrained Song Mo, and the other remained on standby.

“Miss, what’s the next step?” the standby guard asked, seeing Xia Mingtang nearly bruise Qin Yan’s face from concern.

Xia Mingtang sighed, then said to the first guard, “You carry her.”

She then turned to the other guard: “And you, take this woman with you.”

Song Mo, called “this woman,” showed no fear, lazily remarking:

“Miss Xia, detaining someone and depriving a citizen of freedom isn’t quite in line with Chinese law, you know.”

Xia Mingtang scoffed, “You call yourself a citizen and still dare to mention law to me?”

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