The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 23

This “again” lasted much longer than the previous time.

By the time they parted once more, the windowsill was bathed in the lingering glow of the sunset.

Xia Mingtang collapsed onto the sofa, her calves trembling.

It was just a kiss—how could it feel like her soul had been sucked out? Boss Qin must be a demon!

This demon, normally gentle as water, could be so ferocious she seemed capable of devouring someone whole.

Although both had just exerted themselves, and Xia Mingtang was too exhausted to move, the demon still had the energy to tidy up the little things they had knocked over.

Qin Yan picked up the ornaments and toys from the floor, placing them back on the shelf.

Among these items was a small booklet.

Xia Mingtang, still slumped lazily, watched Qin Yan work—until she saw the cover of the booklet and suddenly realized: How did I not take this with me before?!

She lunged forward, but her long-neglected agility could hardly compete with Qin Yan’s, especially with a small distance between them.

By the time Xia Mingtang reached it, Qin Yan was already holding the booklet, gazing at the handwritten title with an expression that was both amused and teasing:

“Thirty-six Techniques of Pursuing Love?”

“Ah, that’s… you know…” Xia Mingtang rubbed the back of her head, trying to deflect responsibility.

“It’s Yang Fan. She likes to write these things in her spare time and insists I review her masterpieces. I always tell her I’m too busy to read them.”

“Oh~” Qin Yan mused, flipping to the table of contents: “Technique One: Cater to their tastes; Technique Two: Hero rescues beauty; Technique Three: Confined space…”

She had to read it aloud.

Xia Mingtang felt like she was being stabbed by needles just listening.

Qin Yan nodded in approval as she read: “Not bad. Since Xia Mingtang doesn’t have time to read it, why not give it to me instead?”

No way!

Xia Mingtang shook her head vigorously. “This was written for me by Yang Fan. Giving it away casually wouldn’t be right.”

“Written for you? So Xia Mingtang has someone she wants to pursue?” Qin Yan closed the booklet, smiling at her.

“Nothing like that!” Xia Mingtang’s scalp tingled under Qin Yan’s gaze as she firmly denied it.

Of course, she wouldn’t admit that she had initially taken the booklet to pursue Qin Yan, with ulterior motives.

“Since it’s nothing, the booklet is just lying around unused. Don’t worry, I’ll tell Yang Fan—she probably won’t mind.”

How could she just claim it for herself like that?

Seeing Qin Yan genuinely about to take the booklet, Xia Mingtang hurriedly said, “Don’t waste your time on it. The techniques listed there aren’t useful at all, really!”

She raised her hand as if to swear.

“Really not useful?” Qin Yan squinted, her gaze flickering. “Yet you just said you didn’t have time to read it.”

“I… I just skimmed it, thought it wasn’t useful, and set it aside. I’ll return it to Yang Fan tomorrow!”

As Xia Mingtang reached to grab it, Qin Yan didn’t resist. The moment it fell into her hands, Qin Yan looped an arm around her, drawing them closer.

Qin Yan cupped her soft waist, letting her breath brush against the delicate, fair neck: “But somehow, I feel these techniques could be quite useful.”

Xia Mingtang suddenly realized she had this weird problem: whenever Qin Yan was near, her limbs refused to obey her.

Her hands rested on Qin Yan’s shoulders, intending to push her away, yet somehow, they ended up closer.

Qin Yan, following the booklet’s “instructions,” whispered into her ear:

“Technique Nine: Physical contact. Start by holding hands; observe the reaction. If there’s no rejection, proceed to closer contact to advance feelings.”

Her fingers brushed Xia Mingtang’s small earlobe, gently teasing it until it flushed pink.

Xia Mingtang felt dizzy, something was definitely off.

The evening room was bathed in a romantic glow.

Gurgle~

Her stomach protested untimely, breaking the silent tension.

Xia Mingtang seized the opportunity to escape Qin Yan’s proximity, rubbing her stomach in embarrassment and annoyance: Why am I so hungry these past two days?

Seeing her adorable expression, Qin Yan didn’t tease further. She patted Xia Mingtang’s fuzzy head and asked, “Hungry? Shall we go eat out?”

She was indeed hungry but insisted on refusing, “You run an inn. Why go out?”

“Too tired to cook,” Qin Yan shrugged, as if it were obvious.

So the demon could get tired too. Xia Mingtang felt slightly better. She didn’t argue, though her body still refused to move.

Seeing this, Qin Yan pulled out her phone and opened the Kangaroo App.

“Let’s order delivery. You don’t have the energy to go out now.”

Xia Mingtang flopped onto the sofa, muttering to herself: No energy to go out? I’ve just walked a lot today; my exercise quota is more than fulfilled.

She watched Qin Yan at the window, occasionally consulting her. The sunset haloed Qin Yan in a warm glow.

Xia Mingtang raised her hand and saw the Thirty-six Techniques of Pursuing Love she had finally reclaimed—realizing something was wrong.

She hadn’t even read past the table of contents—so how did Qin Yan know all the details?

Blame Yang Fan!

Following Xia Mingtang’s preferences, Qin Yan ordered three flavors of crayfish.

Since Xia Mingtang’s room was spotless, without a single dish, they moved to the third floor.

This was Xia Mingtang’s fourth visit. Unlike before, Qin Yan just gestured toward the kitchen and went to her bedroom.

Xia Mingtang, seeing the pile of crayfish, decided to get plates herself.

By the time she arranged them, Qin Yan returned in light blue loungewear, softening her presence.

Thankfully, she wasn’t in a qipao to peel crayfish. Xia Mingtang silently thought.

Qin Yan seemed to hear her thoughts, glancing back.

She sat beside the tea table, putting on disposable gloves, and asked, “Shall we start with garlic flavor?”

“Any is fine,” Xia Mingtang said, unwrapping gloves herself.

Seeing the vibrant crayfish, she wanted to act modest: “Isn’t this too much for just us? We probably can’t finish.”

Qin Yan peeled one in two swipes and put it in a small dish: “You’re too modest.”

As expected, in less than an hour, the three plates became piles of shells.

“Mmm…” Xia Mingtang rubbed her round belly, sighing in satisfaction, “So full, don’t want to move.”

“Then don’t. Let’s watch TV,” Qin Yan said, handing her the remote. She cleared the table.

Xia Mingtang flipped channels endlessly, oblivious to how close they had slid together on the sofa.

“Anything good to watch?” Xia Mingtang asked.

Qin Yan, not much of a TV fan, remembered Xie An’s recent recommendation. She reached over, guiding Xia Mingtang’s hand on the remote: “This one, Temptation of the First Love. It’s very popular lately.”

Reading the synopsis, Xia Mingtang thought: a typical messy love triangle. She wouldn’t have been interested if Qin Yan hadn’t recommended it.

But now, scenes of the two women kissing and wrestling shocked her.

Are shows like this allowed now? she thought, pouring herself more water.

“It’s not from our country, it’s an overseas channel,” Qin Yan calmly explained, though mentally cursing Xie An.

Xia Mingtang drank the water, still feeling dizzy. She sniffed the empty cup, incredulous: “You gave me wine?”

“My room only had this left. I forgot to boil water,” Qin Yan answered naturally.

“Really? You’re not plotting anything?” Xia Mingtang clung to her sleeve, her tongue clumsy.

Feeling her ticklish closeness, Qin Yan waited a moment before saying: “I am plotting something with you.”

Xia Mingtang, flushed and drunk, rubbed against her like a kitten.

After about ten seconds, she finally stopped, sitting diagonally on the sofa, balanced like a sculpture.

The TV still aired dramatic scenes. Qin Yan steadied her and turned off the TV.

Xia Mingtang didn’t drink too much. When she woke, sunlight spilled across half the bed.

She turned over, seeing someone beside her. Only the back was visible, but the posture, the aura, and the raven-black hair could only belong to Qin Yan.

She hadn’t blacked out—bits from the night before returned to her memory.

[I am plotting something with you]

She lifted the blanket—Qin Yan had changed completely.

Beastly!

She kicked Qin Yan’s calf, successfully waking her.

Qin Yan yawned, “Morning.”

Morning? It’s almost nine!

Xia Mingtang checked

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