The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 17

It turns out, Xia Mingtang’s estimation of her physical fitness was wildly off.

She had just experienced mushroom poisoning two days ago, and after falling into the water, it took her almost half an hour to get back to the inn. Then, she had the audacity to play with bubbles while bathing.

All these factors combined led to a predictable outcome: despite Qin Yan’s prompt action of having Yiyi brew ginger tea, Xia Mingtang was—much to her disappointment—hit with a cold and a fever that night.

“Ah-choo! A-a-a-choo!”

Xia Mingtang was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a small blanket, frantically pulling out tissues.

Sickness strikes like a mountain collapsing. Her eyes and nose were red, and she looked fragile and delicate.

“38.1 degrees Celsius. You should really lie down and rest,” Qin Yan said, her tone tinged with a hint of helplessness as she looked at the thermometer.

“No way. It’s only eight in the evening. Young people don’t go to bed this early.”

Xia Mingtang was naturally a willful and pampered person, and her illness brought out the worst of these habits.

Since Qin Yan couldn’t do anything to her right now, she felt no pressure to act up.

This time, Xia Mingtang had guessed correctly. Qin Yan wasn’t giving her the cold shoulder like she had earlier in the day.

After all, what was there to argue with an ignorant, sick fox cub about?

Besides, Qin Yan felt she was partly responsible for Xia Mingtang falling into the water, so she was being exceptionally gentle and patient.

“Then what time do you plan to sleep?” Qin Yan sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to tuck the blanket snugly around her.

“Twelve, maybe. I can’t fall asleep too early. Pass me my phone, please, thank you,” Xia Mingtang said, extending a pale arm from beneath the blanket and gesturing.

Qin Yan picked up the phone, meeting the gaze of the audacious “sticky rice dumpling” on the bed. “Nine o’clock.”

“No deal. Eleven-thirty at the earliest.” Xia Mingtang shook her head like a rattle-drum, making herself dizzy in the process.

“Eight-thirty.” Qin Yan’s thin lips parted, her expression gentle.

Xia Mingtang: ?

What? Who barters like this?

Xia Mingtang didn’t want to talk anymore, puffing out her cheeks like a pufferfish.

“Play with your phone for a little while longer, then rest at eight-thirty. Okay?” Qin Yan handed the phone to her, leaning in close and breathing softly into her ear while gently stroking her fluffy head.

Xia Mingtang noticed that whenever Boss Qin got too close, she started to feel strange.

Like right now…

Her entire head felt dizzy and hot, and even her heartbeat seemed to lose its rhythm.

She just had a cold, she wasn’t terminally ill! It must be that Qin Yan’s perfume was poisonous!

Xia Mingtang looked at the increasingly blurry figure in front of her, her nose was so stuffy that she no longer had the strength to be stubborn.

“Okay… fine.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she flopped onto the bed with a “thump.”

Xia Mingtang lay there, her consciousness hazy, her mind a jumble of fragmented memories.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed. She was back at the plum blossom stakes in the western suburbs park.

Her body felt light, as if floating in the air.

Qin Yan was beside her, also floating like a ghost, emanating a strange, fragrant scent.

“Tangtang, you must stand still. Naughty children will be punished, you know~”

Unlike her usual clear, refreshing voice, this one was laced with sweetness, seductive to the bone.

Xia Mingtang felt a profound unease. She wanted to loudly protest, “I don’t want to stand on any plum blossom stakes!”

But she couldn’t speak or move. She could only watch as Qin Yan’s hand caressed her cheek, her index finger slowly resting on Xia Mingtang’s lips. Her enchanting face leaned closer and closer, until only a finger’s width separated them.

Although they were already so close, Xia Mingtang seemed to want more, trying to lean in even closer.

For some reason, the plum blossom stakes beneath her disappeared.

The next second, Qin Yan’s expression suddenly changed, losing all the tenderness from before. “You really are naughty.”

Xia Mingtang didn’t know what she had done wrong. Before she could defend herself, the space around her, including Qin Yan, began to distort.

Before long, she was standing under a showerhead in a bathroom, hot water washing away the bubbles from her body, and a thick white mist filled the air.

The door opened, and someone slowly approached. Xia Mingtang couldn’t make out their face, but they felt strangely familiar.

She stared motionlessly at the bathroom door until Qin Yan’s face appeared before her, standing in the white mist, beautiful and dreamlike.

Xia Mingtang opened her mouth, wanting to ask: How did you get in?

She didn’t hear her own voice, but she saw Qin Yan lean in, hook her chin, and whisper into her ear, “I’ve come… to punish you.”

The rest of the scene became unclear, a blurry mess.

Xia Mingtang felt herself sinking into an endless abyss, unable to escape, and so she succumbed to it.

It was now eleven in the evening. Qin Yan was watching over Xia Mingtang by her bedside, seeing that her forehead was slick with sweat and her face was flushed with an unnatural redness.

She placed the back of her hand on Xia Mingtang’s forehead. It wasn’t as hot as before; it seemed the fever reducer she’d given earlier was working.

Qin Yan got up, about to pull her hand back, but the person on the bed grabbed it. Like a little fox cub, she sniffed it with her nose, a touch of drool appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Qin Yan knew the sick little cat must be dreaming.

“If you dare to bite me, I’ll bite you back,” she said, her expression quite gentle as she warned her.

In her sleep, Xia Mingtang seemed to understand her words. Instead of biting, she pulled the jade-like hand to her cheek, rubbing it back and forth, letting out a soft hum.

Qin Yan: …

She tried to pull her hand away, but found that when the little girl was sick, her strength actually increased.

She didn’t try too hard to struggle, and after a couple of weak attempts, she gave in to the pull on her wrist and lay down on her side next to the bed.

It was already so late. Any place was a good place to rest.

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