The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 124

After sending Song Mo off, Qin Yan and Xia Mingtang spent several days in harmonious peace.

“Harmonious” referred to the fact that recently, every night, Qin Yan would cling to her wife, exploring the true meaning of harmony in life.

“Peaceful” meant that everything had been calm lately—Xia Mingtang followed her simple routine of going straight home after work, so quiet that even the gossip in Rong Circle had slowed down.

Life had become somewhat boring.

Xia Mingtang sat on the swing in the courtyard, rubbing her belly with both hands.

She tilted her head, watching Qin Yan a short distance away, holding a watering can and carefully tending to the begonia flowers in the yard.

Ever since Qin Yan had been tormented by Song Mo, it seemed that misfortune had turned into a blessing; her mental state had improved compared to before.

Xia Mingtang had taken Qin Yan to see several doctors, and the diagnosis had always been that physically she was fine—the problem was psychological.

Could it be that this shock from Song Mo had a “negative multiplied by negative equals positive” effect?

Xia Mingtang couldn’t figure it out, but in any case, it was a good thing.

Seeing Qin Yan’s previous sickly state had made her feel uneasy and worried.

Qin Yan poured the last drops of water from the watering can onto the stems of the begonias and paused to admire them.

The pink petals were dusted with dew, blooming freely, full of vitality.

Unlike the many begonias that only bloom in spring, these “four-season begonias,” if properly cared for, could bloom in full beauty at any time.

Ever since they married, Xia Mingtang remembered, the courtyard of the West Well Villa had been planted with begonias.

Qin Yan seemed particularly fond of these begonias—not only did she hire two gardeners to tend to them, but she also personally cared for them from time to time.

Recalling the courtyard full of flower arrangements in the Yun Town inn, Xia Mingtang found Qin Yan’s refined and elegant personality unsurprising.

But… couldn’t she plant some other kinds of flowers?

The courtyard was all one variety—so monotonous.

Qin Yan’s view was, “Begonias are graceful, bloom like a brocade, and symbolize beauty and joy. One kind is enough for a courtyard full of fragrance.”

Xia Mingtang couldn’t argue with her, and over time, she had grown accustomed to it.

Sometimes, when she saw Qin Yan so happy watering the flowers, she couldn’t help but join in, causing a bit of playful mischief.

But today, she had no such mood.

It was too hot!

Even with the courtyard’s temperature control system, the blazing sun in the sky was dazzling.

The heat radiating visually couldn’t be solved by a temperature control system alone.

Qin Yan, seeing her little wife looking weary, put down the watering can and walked over to wrap her in her arms.

“Feeling tired?”

Xia Mingtang hugged her belly, finding a comfortable position, and lazily replied,

“It’s the heat. Everything else in Rong City is fine, but summer is just too hot. The asphalt road outside is so hot you could fry an egg on it. I don’t dare get out when I’m outside—there’s no place to hang out, just hot and boring.”

Her words were somewhat exaggerated—there were plenty of cool places around the clubs and garages—but sometimes, at her age, she had a bit of rebelliousness.

Even though she could wander freely, she preferred to stay home.

But staying indoors too long made her bored.

Qin Yan responded indulgently, “Then let’s find a cool place to spend the summer.”

Xia Mingtang’s eyes lit up, but only for a second before she quickly put on a considerate expression.

“But aren’t you busy with work? I could go out by myself.”

Qin Yan would never agree to being separated from her wife for no reason.

She shifted to sit on the swing, pressing tightly against her little wife, displacing her belly.

“Work can be handled remotely. Wherever you go, I’ll go too.”

Xia Mingtang pursed her lips, trying to hide her rising joy.

She didn’t want to be apart from Qin Yan either—not because she was clingy, but because Qin Yan had been weak and sickly before. Although better now, who knew what might happen next?

Now that they were officially married, and with her kind-hearted nature, it was only natural to feel a little concerned.

She convinced herself within two seconds and quickly spoke before Qin Yan’s gaze landed on her.

“Then fine, let’s go to Yun Town for the summer. We’ll stay at the inn you ran before—I haven’t seen Yi Yi in a long time anyway.”

She realized something was off and paused for a second.

Qin Yan, now 31, ran the inn, but she had just said this as though it were the past… was it a bit strange?

Qin Yan held her hand and toyed with her fingers, adapting smoothly.

“Whatever you want. I’ll go pack now.”

She placed a kiss on the tips of her little wife’s pearl-like fingers before turning into the villa.

Xia Mingtang curled her fingers, itching, her ears red.

She also thought logically: Of course, Qin Yan’s phone would have all the information about the Yun Town inn—nothing surprising.

Qin Yan was a woman of action. The next day, they had already set foot in Yun Town.

This trip was spontaneous—simple and light, each carrying a small suitcase, heading to the inn.

Qin Yan had stayed here for several months and had built strong relationships with the locals.

Xia Mingtang dressed as flashy as ever, attracting attention wherever she went.

Within a few hundred steps, they greeted no fewer than five locals.

Finally, they reached the quaint little courtyard at the end of the alley. The big, black, lazy cat was still there, and things seemed unchanged from months ago—well, except the plum tree had lost its flowers.

Yi Yi had received the news early and came out to greet them, taking Qin Yan’s suitcase warmly.

“Qin Jie, let me help. The second-floor rooms are ready. Check if you’re satisfied.”

Qin Yan took Xia Mingtang’s suitcase in one hand while holding her other hand.

“You handle things; I trust you completely. Is Yun Jie not here?”

Cui Yun was the original owner of the inn.

When Qin Yan first came to Yun Town, she needed an identity to quickly establish connections, so Yun had helped as unpaid labor for several months.

Qin Yan only officially ran the inn for a few months.

Even as a temporary worker, Yi Yi respected her because she implemented several beneficial reforms.

“Yun Jie is in a neighboring town for business and will return later.”

Yi Yi opened the room on the second floor and placed the suitcases inside.

“Do you want another room? Although it’s high season, there are rooms for Qin Jie.”

“Not necessary, this one’s fine.” Qin Yan held Xia Mingtang’s hand, casually showing their matching wedding rings on their ring fingers.

Yi Yi was shocked.

“Qin Jie… you! And Xia Xiao Hua?”

“Yes, just as you imagine.” Qin Yan nodded, her smile gentle.

Being fed such public affection at first sight, Yi Yi needed several seconds to sort out her thoughts.

She wanted to congratulate them but was called away by a phone in the lobby.

Now, only Qin Yan and Xia Mingtang were left in the room.

Seeing Qin Yan’s slightly mischievous expression, Xia Mingtang realized why Qin Yan had insisted she wear her wedding ring before leaving this morning.

Childish, but… a little cute.

Xia Mingtang observed secretly while Qin Yan opened the curtains, letting sunlight fill the room.

The sun, though the same as in Rong City, seemed milder in Yun Town.

Filtered by the white clouds, it wasn’t as harsh and scorching.

Qin Yan pulled the curtains halfway up and began arranging the potted plants on the windowsill.

Coincidentally, this was the same room Xia Mingtang had stayed in when she first came to Yun Town.

The cactus by the window was still there, well taken care of by Yi Yi.

“Clap!” The sound of hands together snapped Xia Mingtang back from her brief nostalgia.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking at the delicate, jade-like hands.

“A mosquito.” Qin Yan wiped her hands with a wet wipe and tossed it in the trash.

Xia Mingtang’s gaze unconsciously followed her elegant movements and noticed a trace of red on the wipe.

That mosquito had been vicious.

She rubbed her arms, muttering as she searched around,

“There’s no mosquito coil in the room. Summer has the most mosquitoes.”

She opened the bottom drawer, removed the clutter on top, and found a box of mosquito coils.

Why was she so skilled? Because she had put the mosquito coils there when she first arrived.

At that time, suspicious of Qin Yan’s intentions as the inn’s owner, she had hidden the mosquito coils at the very bottom, just like a spy in a suspense drama.

Seeing Xia Mingtang stare blankly, Qin Yan took the mosquito coil, inspecting it.

“Getting dusty… how long has this been here? Who would hide it so secretly?”

“No worries, as long as it works. Stop standing around, go get the lighter.” Xia Mingtang was slightly embarrassed and flustered, not wanting to mention the old incident.

Qin Yan, noticing her little wife’s red, bashful face, understood immediately.

Lighting the mosquito coil, she pulled the still-dazed little fox into her arms. Her kisses traced the redness of the ears.

“Little silly, if I really wanted to do something to you, I wouldn’t need a mosquito coil.”

Qin Yan’s kissing skills were too good, and she knew every sensitive spot on her. Xia Mingtang was soon dazed from her kisses.

As her consciousness wavered, a flash of white suddenly appeared in her mind.

Wait—how did 19-year-old Qin Yan know about this mosquito coil?

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