The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 122

Xia Mingtang paced back and forth outside the guest room door, worried about Qin Yan.

Usually, she wouldn’t notice, but today she realized that the soundproofing in this villa was truly exceptional.

She tiptoed a little, peeking at the tightly closed door, almost imagining a pair of delicate ears perking up.

Ah Wen, stationed at the door, suggested solemnly, “Miss, shall I find an excuse to go in and secretly set up a listening device?”

“No need.” Xia Mingtang waved her hands frantically. “I absolutely hate invading someone’s privacy. Wait a second… when did I ever teach you to eavesdrop or spy?”

Ah Wen, seeing that Xia Mingtang was genuinely displeased, immediately apologized. “Miss, you never taught me. I only saw it in a novel before, that’s all.”

“Then read fewer nonsense novels in the future.”

Xia Mingtang scolded him lightly, but her attention remained focused on the door. Unconsciously, she was almost pressed against it.

When Qin Yan opened the door, Xia Mingtang lost her balance and stumbled directly onto her.

The slightly gloomy expression on Qin Yan’s face instantly transformed into a tender, doting smile upon seeing the person she loved.

Ah Wen, standing to the side, couldn’t help but think silently, “What a masterful transformation.”

Xia Mingtang, face buried in Qin Yan’s shoulder, didn’t notice this change at all.

She steadied herself by holding Qin Yan’s arms and asked with concern, “Finished talking? Are you okay?”

Seeing the tender, doting expression, she realized that her earlier worry had probably been unnecessary.

“I’m done. I’m fine.”

Qin Yan answered patiently while wrapping her arms around Xia Mingtang’s soft waist, turning sideways to shield her from peeking inside the room.

While guiding her little wife toward the master bedroom, she instructed Ah Wen, “Bring some food to the person inside.”

Xia Mingtang’s previous curiosity was only a reflex; as long as Qin Yan was fine, she wasn’t too concerned about Song Mo at the moment.

The walk from the guest room to the master bedroom was less than a hundred steps. Qin Yan held her little wife close, walking slowly.

Her fox-like eyes were full of curiosity, and soon she would have many questions: about Qin Yan’s relationship with Song Mo, why she went alone to the meeting, and why she fainted so unusually.

The excuses she had used before clearly wouldn’t be enough to fully earn trust this time.

When they reached the master bedroom, Qin Yan took a deep breath and began, “Actually…”

Before she could finish, Xia Mingtang pulled her down to sit and pushed the prepared dinner in front of her.

“Eat dinner first. You just woke up and immediately went to chat with someone. It’s almost eight o’clock now.”

This sudden interruption caused Qin Yan’s carefully prepared words to get stuck in her throat.

She opened the thermos, revealing a freshly cooked delicacy soup; the aroma rose in warm, fragrant waves.

She was indeed hungry, but…

“Aren’t you curious?”

Such patience was unlike her little fox’s usual behavior.

“I am curious, but eat first.” Xia Mingtang said, opening another thermos containing the villa chef’s specialty: braised bamboo shoots with pork.

At this moment, Qin Yan appeared completely weak and helpless in her eyes—a little vulnerable to be cared for.

Seeing the scene from earlier that day made her even more convinced of this thought.

Qin Yan held the soup, stunned for a few seconds.

Her wife was being so considerate that she felt a little unaccustomed.

Until a gentle tap landed on her forehead.

“Focus on eating. No daydreaming. You’re an adult now.”

Xia Mingtang’s face was stern, pretending to lecture.

Qin Yan: …

Alright, this is slightly more familiar.

Xia Mingtang stayed with Qin Yan for dinner, not following her previous “no talking while eating” rule.

She sipped soup and picked a few casual topics to chat about.

From recent gossip in Rong City to which toy Mimi liked best.

Trivial topics, yet endlessly talkative.

Even a fool could tell she was using this method to comfort her.

And Qin Yan wasn’t a fool.

It felt strange; she had just woken up, and in her wife’s heart, she was already so fragile?

During the time her nineteen-year-old soul had taken over, Qin Yan did have some impressions of it.

But these were just memories stored in her cerebral cortex—they didn’t generate emotional resonance.

Thus, seeing Xia Mingtang care for her as if she were nineteen made her feel jealous, unaccustomed, but more than anything, craving.

Earlier, while confronting Song Mo, she realized one thing:

As long as she wasn’t affected by extreme negative emotions, her memories wouldn’t revert to her teenage self.

After this, Song Mo could no longer affect her.

Now, in the world, only one person could greatly influence her emotions.

And if her little wife always treated her as she did today, how could she…

There was still a little reluctance, though.

Xia Mingtang fed her a bite of bamboo shoots, “Eat more. This way you’ll recover faster.”

Her tone made Qin Yan feel as if she were still in a growth stage.

Qin Yan looked up, seeing her reflection in those star-bright eyes, yet it felt unfamiliar.

Seeing Qin Yan distracted, Xia Mingtang assumed it was because she hadn’t fully recovered from the ordeal.

She suppressed her curiosity, focusing on caring for her.

Together, they devoured most of the dinner.

After cleaning up, Xia Mingtang finally couldn’t resist and brought up a light topic.

“What about the woman who bullied you? How do you plan to deal with her?”

Even such a simple question made Qin Yan thoughtful for a long moment.

She reflected carefully, confirming that the question was indeed harmless.

Qin Yan regained focus, holding the hand that waved before her eyes, a mischievous smile on her face.

“So, what does my little wife plan to do?”

Oh, really letting me handle this.

Xia Mingtang furrowed her brows while thinking, but the thought of that person having treated Qin Yan so poorly instantly made her feel righteous indignation.

“Call the police! She tricked you into a remote house and carried out psychological attacks. That’s illegal detention and intentional harm!

“No, that’s too lenient. I’ll have Ah Wen beat her up first!”

She nodded decisively, but saw Qin Yan staring at her hand with a look that suggested she wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.

“Ahem, if you have any suggestions, you can add them,” Xia Mingtang said democratically.

“My little wife means… we catch her, lock her in the house, have Ah Wen beat her up, and then call the police for illegal detention and intentional harm?”

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