The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 121

Xia Mingtang had Awen drive Qin Yan’s car to escort Song Mo back first, while Awu stayed on her side as the driver.

She helped Qin Yan into the back seat.

The car drove through the forest, bouncing along the uneven road.

The person trapped in nightmares seemed almost self-aware, collapsing into the warm, fragrant embrace beside her.

Half of Xia Mingtang’s body was pinned, and one hand was tightly held. She could only adjust to a more comfortable position within the limited space to let Qin Yan lean on her.

Xia Mingtang rarely saw Qin Yan in such a fragile state.

Whether it was the thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan or the nineteen-year-old one, both usually gave off an air of calm confidence.

Qin Yan slept soundly in her arms, her complexion not as pale as when she first entered the cabin, though faint beads of sweat occasionally appeared on her forehead.

Xia Mingtang temporarily gave up the idea of waking her, instead using her free hand to pull out a tissue and wipe the sweat from Qin Yan’s brow.

When the car returned to the Xijing Villa, Xia Mingtang noticed that Qin Yan still clung tightly to her hand. She called the bodyguards to help carry her.

Aunt Zhou, ever perceptive, stepped forward to wait for instructions. If the host didn’t initiate a command, she wouldn’t ask.

Xia Mingtang instructed Zhou to prepare some food to be sent to the master bedroom. She hadn’t eaten lunch all this time.

After the bodyguards laid Qin Yan on the sofa in the master bedroom, Xia Mingtang left.

Her hand had remained in Qin Yan’s palm the entire time.

Xia Mingtang felt the sweat in her hand and sighed. Even asleep, she was so strong.

No wonder Aunt Zhou was so clever—she saw that Xia Mingtang only had one free hand and sent food that could be easily eaten with one hand, like pastries and porridge.

Xia Mingtang ended up stuck on the sofa, feeding herself a bowl of seafood porridge and two fruit cakes with one hand.

She glanced at Qin Yan, whose eyes were still closed, and tentatively scooped a spoonful of porridge toward her lips.

The moment the ceramic spoon touched her pale lips, the sleeping person seemed to consciously open her mouth.

Xia Mingtang was stunned: Are you pretending to sleep?

Shocked or not, with Qin Yan’s cooperation, feeding her was very easy. She even used a tissue to wipe her mouth afterward.

Although Qin Yan showed no sign of waking, her condition was stable.

Xia Mingtang let her hold her hand and didn’t rush to find Song Mo to settle the score.

She had already messaged the bodyguards: Song Mo was sent to a guest room on the west side of the villa, watched by one person, and was currently obedient.

Xia Mingtang didn’t expect that Qin Yan would sleep straight through to nightfall.

She spent the whole time sitting on the sofa, unable to move anywhere, occasionally adjusting Qin Yan to keep her stable, her waist nearly aching from the effort.

If only she had asked Awu to put her on the bed from the start.

As Xia Mingtang was pondering extreme measures to wake her, Qin Yan opened her eyes on her own.

Probably from sleeping so long, when Qin Yan tilted her head to look at her, her eyes were still a little hazy.

Xia Mingtang placed both hands on Qin Yan’s shoulders, carefully checking her over.

Her concern poured out like a machine gun.

“You’re finally awake! Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Is your back sore, your head hurting, hungry? I’ll have Zhou prepare dinner. Do you want Japanese, Western, or hot pot? How could you faint just like that, knowing that woman was dangerous, and you went unprepared! Why aren’t you talking? Did you lose the ability to speak after sleeping?”

Seeing Xia Mingtang’s increasingly anxious expression, Qin Yan gave her a slightly weak smile.

“I… can’t get a word in.”

Only then did Xia Mingtang realize she had been speaking a bit too fast, so she picked up a water cup, pretending to drink to cover her embarrassment.

Qin Yan’s eyes remained fixed… on the cup.

Two seconds later, she realized the cup was empty.

Even more awkward.

“Ahem!” Xia Mingtang put down the cup, cleared her throat, racking her brain to change the subject.

Qin Yan, however, spoke first:

“I’m sorry, Tang Tang. I won’t be so reckless again in the future.”

She held Xia Mingtang’s hand against her chest, as if this was the only way to show her sincerity.

Xia Mingtang felt the steady heartbeat under her palm, a blush rising to her ears.

Though she had been somewhat annoyed that Qin Yan acted on her own, the latter’s earnest apology was impossible to resist.

“Seeing that you’re sincere, I’ll be magnanimous this time. But it won’t happen again.”

Xia Mingtang said this while subtly withdrawing her hand from Qin Yan’s chest, pretending to casually touch her ear.

She could overlook Qin Yan’s actions, but she wouldn’t let Song Mo off easily.

There was one thing she had been curious about all day.

“By the way, that Song Mo, she couldn’t even beat Awen. How did you end up falling into her hands?”

“Of course, because that defective product was too stupid,” Qin Yan thought.

A shadow flickered in her eyes, but when she looked up again, her expression returned to the soft, weak one.

“I was careless at the time and let her use a pocket watch to hypnotize me.”

A pocket watch?

Xia Mingtang thought for a second and immediately called Awen.

Qin Yan sat beside her, watching her little wife act indignantly to protect her, feeling warm inside.

Xia Mingtang quickly finished the instructions in a few sentences.

“All done. The ‘tool’ is confiscated,” she said casually, putting down her phone.

She glanced up at Qin Yan’s expression, puzzled.

“You seem really happy?”

Despite just being duped, Qin Yan didn’t hide her smile, which even grew brighter.

“You were really good to me today,” she said tenderly.

The sudden affectionate display made Xia Mingtang awkward.

She crossed her arms, feigning fierceness:

“What do you mean ‘today’? Was I not good to you yesterday? The day before? When you were in the hospital, who was running back and forth? Little brat, what’s your memory like?”

She meant it as a joke, but the radiant Qin Yan suddenly went silent.

“What’s wrong?” Xia Mingtang tilted her head, looking at her.

She thought she hadn’t said anything wrong.

“Nothing,” Qin Yan quickly returned to her gentle, approachable demeanor.

“Where is Song Mo now? I want to have a private talk with her.”

“Third guest room on the west side of the second floor,” Xia Mingtang instinctively replied, though a bit uneasy.

“Don’t worry. She can’t do anything to me this time, and this is my home,” Qin Yan said.

Song Mo sat on the sofa in the guest room, watched by Awen, showing no sense of being a prisoner, chatting idly to provoke.

Awen stood at the door, expression stern, unfazed by her antics.

Qin Yan pushed open the door, and Song Mo finally shifted her attention, giving a familiar smile.

“You finally woke up. Your wife kept me here for half a day, not even a drop of water. That’s poor hospitality.”

“Invite? Guest?” Qin Yan sneered. “You really know how to flatter yourself.”

Seeing Qin Yan was now less approachable than before, Song Mo’s expression became more serious.

“This attitude is unfriendly. Actually, you should thank me. If it weren’t for me this time, the one inhabiting this body would still be the teenager.”

Qin Yan made no attempt to hide in front of her. The moment she entered, Song Mo knew this was the fully aware Qin Yan.

“Hmph.” Qin Yan stepped closer.

“We both know that the reason I could regain control this time was because Tang Tang showed up unexpectedly. You had nothing to do with it.”

When she regained her memory at her happiest moment, it was because she saw that light.

Song Mo was a pure academic sadist, seeking extreme emotional data from humans by any means—pushing them to their psychological limits, then claiming to heal them, expecting gratitude.

The subjects she encountered earlier were too weak-willed; their responses disappointed her.

Until she met Qin Yan…

Back then, in her early twenties, Qin Yan had already experienced the early death of relatives, betrayal by loved ones, and attempted assassinations.

When she came to Song Mo, she looked weak, yet her eyes shone brightly.

Song Mo suppressed her inner excitement and played the role of a caring, professional older sister, patiently giving psychological guidance.

At first, Qin Yan trusted this kind-hearted, professional psychologist completely, letting down her guard.

The negative emotions she had suppressed gradually eased under Song Mo’s guidance.

Later, Song Mo hypnotized her repeatedly, leading her into one dark world after another.

There she was lonely, restless, anxious, angry—engulfed by negative emotions that nearly tore her apart.

Song Mo claimed that only by facing one’s inner self could one be fully healed.

Used to enduring stress since childhood, Qin Yan chose to bear it alone.

But the suffering was far worse than she imagined.

Eventually, she couldn’t endure it and lost some memories.

When she opened her eyes and saw this older, gentle, professional psychologist again, she trusted her completely, feeling safe.

The deprived girl felt happiness from a little care from someone she valued.

It was at her happiest moment that she regained all her memory—remembering both the pain Song Mo caused and the recent kindness.

Before she could process it, Song Mo hypnotized her again into that dark world…

This cycle repeated several times.

When Qin Yan fully recovered her memory again, seeing the dozens of pages of research data and Song Mo’s nearly maniacal excitement, her mind became crystal clear.

This person was a pure sadist, not genuinely trying to help her.

Her memory repeatedly switched; her fear and pain were deliberately caused by Song Mo.

Qin Yan forced herself to restrain her anger. She could not lose control—otherwise, exceeding the emotional threshold would trigger memory loss again.

She had to stay far away from this madwoman, not even a second longer than necessary.

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