The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 25

Xia Mingtang undressed and sank into the bathtub, letting the layers of bubbles engulf her body.

She couldn’t help but marvel at how Boss Qin really knew how to enjoy life—he had installed a bathtub just in his own room at the inn, and it was even an electric massage one.

The water temperature was perfectly comfortable. She rested her head against the backrest, her delicate arms gliding through the bubbles, her tender skin faintly visible.

In moments like this, all the senses are heightened. Even the sound of water splashing when she lifted her hands seemed amplified.

Through the frosted glass door, Xia Mingtang heard footsteps approaching from a distance.

They were light and deliberate; from the sound alone, she could tell that the person’s posture was upright and graceful.

In reality, there was no need to overthink—it wasn’t as if a third person could appear in this room.

But the once-relaxed Xia Mingtang suddenly tensed, her mind flashing back to fragments of dreams from a few days ago:

“I’ve come… to punish you.”

“Where should I start first? Here for being naughty? Or here… or maybe… here?”

“Open your eyes. I like it when you look at me like this.”

What the hell?!

Xia Mingtang propped herself up against the edge of the bathtub and turned to look at the frosted glass door behind her.

A slender figure drew near, then moved away, finally seeming to head toward the door.

Creak~

Bang~

Two not-very-loud sounds, and then silence returned.

Qin Yan had left the room.

Xia Mingtang exhaled in relief, but at the same time felt somewhat empty.

She returned to the massage bathtub, letting her mind drift as she stared at the bathroom ceiling, trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts.

Perhaps it was the bathtub’s massage that was too soothing, or maybe it was the overall comfortable atmosphere, but Xia Mingtang felt dizzy as she stared at the ceiling, and when she came to, she had no idea how much time had passed.

The first thing she noticed upon regaining consciousness was the quiet outside the door—Qin Yan hadn’t returned.

She breathed a sigh of relief, rose, rinsed the bubbles off her body, and dried herself with a towel.

Her cotton pajamas were placed on the top shelf of the storage rack. Xia Mingtang didn’t like changing clothes in the humid bathroom—it made her feel uneasy.

But thinking of Qin Yan scolding her with that cold face earlier, she figured it was better not to make things complicated.

She put on the cotton pajamas printed with a big cartoon fox. Without her makeup, Xia Mingtang looked even younger than usual.

She went to the living room to dry her hair and idly looked around.

The room’s decor hadn’t changed much since last time, embodying the same gentle-yet-cold style as its owner.

Her gaze passed over the jade abacus but no longer drew her interest.

A corner of a booklet poked out from the top of a cabinet. It looked somewhat familiar.

Xia Mingtang picked it up—“36 Love Techniques Plus Edition”!

Wow, what luck! Searching everywhere had been fruitless before, but here it was without any effort.

She was about to flip through it when she heard movement at the door. Qin Yan entered, wearing a high-collared robe.

Feeling guilty, Xia Mingtang quickly spoke first, “Why are you here?”

Even she realized how silly the question sounded—why shouldn’t Qin Yan be here?

Qin Yan smiled warmly, explaining kindly, “I just took a shower next door.”

“Oh, oh.” Xia Mingtang nodded, her eyes casually noticing the robe’s collar. The crisp high collar tightly framed Qin Yan’s graceful neck, highlighting its elegant curve.

She couldn’t help thinking: high collar again! Whether it’s a qipao or a robe, this person loves high collars so much.

Qin Yan seemed oblivious to Xia Mingtang’s inner commentary. She looked at the booklet in her hands, “Little Flower wants to read?”

Since Xia Mingtang hadn’t yet opened the Plus Edition, and it had been discovered, she didn’t bother hiding it.

She held up the booklet, “Did Yang Fan give this to you? Can I borrow it for a few days?”

Given their current relationship, this request shouldn’t be too much—though Xia Mingtang still wasn’t sure what exactly their relationship was.

Qin Yan smiled but neither nodded nor shook her head, “There’s a lot of content in this. Little Flower, if you’re curious, I have a faster way.”

“What way?” Xia Mingtang quickly hooked.

She wasn’t really a fan of reading, and this booklet was thicker than the original. If Yang Fan hadn’t kept provoking her, she wouldn’t have insisted on reading it.

Qin Yan took the booklet from her hand, leaned close, and whispered seductively, “Reading on paper is shallow. Do you want… to practice it in person?”

Xia Mingtang, tempted, nodded without hesitation, “If we’re practicing, then let’s practice.”

“Good, then come.”

Qin Yan took Xia Mingtang to the bedroom but suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, are you hungry now?”

Xia Mingtang glanced at the wall clock. It was only four in the afternoon. They had had a late lunch and snacked along the way—not enough time to be hungry.

She shook her head, “Not hungry. Why?”

“Nothing, just worried you might get hungry later.”

Before Xia Mingtang could answer, Qin Yan reached to check the back of her head. The swelling had mostly gone down but there was still a faint bump.

“Does it still hurt?”

Truthfully, with the medicine applied, it wasn’t too painful, especially with Qin Yan’s gentle touch, which was teasing and slightly ticklish.

Seeing Qin Yan so considerate, Xia Mingtang seemed to guess the contents of the Plus Edition.

She hooked her hands around Qin Yan’s neck and pulled her closer impatiently, “If we’re going to practice, hurry up. Stop dawdling.”

Rain began to fall outside. It was the first rain Xia Mingtang had encountered since arriving in Yun Town.

The raindrops hit the stone path with a steady patter.

Inside the inn, the rain fell the same.

Qin Yan was a gentle person, usually soft-spoken and seemingly easy to talk to.

At this moment, she remained gentle, but there was an added intensity in her softness that was irresistible.

“Mm… Qin Yan~” Xia Mingtang lost her earlier composure, calling out her name repeatedly.

“I prefer hearing you call me ‘Sister’,” Qin Yan whispered, kissing her cheek with a seductive air.

Xia Mingtang closed her mouth, remaining silent—no need to pretend now.

She wanted to play mute, but Qin Yan wouldn’t let her, her delicate kisses falling like raindrops on tender flesh, causing ripples.

Xia Mingtang couldn’t resist, opening her mouth to bite, but Qin Yan cunningly slipped away each time, teasing her until she had no temper left.

Every failed bite made Qin Yan intensify the teasing.

“Mm… stop… stop it.”

Xia Mingtang felt like a drowning fish, thrashing to escape, yet repeatedly pulled deeper into the sea.

The rain outside poured heavily, and Qin Yan’s hands were wet with it.

After such intense activity, Xia Mingtang awoke at nine in the evening.

The first thing she noticed was her growling stomach.

She was famished.

When people are hungry, they’re quick to anger. Seeing the culprit nowhere in sight, her anger flared.

The young lady kicked the thick silk quilt in frustration, tossing it all to the foot of the bed.

Qin Yan entered with a bowl and saw a small, pristine fox sprawled on the bed, struggling with the blanket, delicate skin marked with traces of love.

She walked over and placed the bowl down, tucking the blanket around her, “It’s night. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t cover yourself.”

Xia Mingtang turned her head, refusing to acknowledge her.

She hadn’t expected Boss Qin, who appeared so refined, to have such a persistent side in private.

“I told you to stop!”

Qin Yan recalled the earlier scene, a look of satisfaction crossing her eyes.

Could she have really stopped back then? Of course not.

But saying that now would only fan the flames. She complied smoothly.

“You must be hungry. Have some porridge first.” She picked up the bowl on the nightstand.

Xia Mingtang was indeed starving. Putting her hunger aside, she decided not to argue with the one who caused it.

She reached for the bowl but caught sight of faint red marks on Qin Yan’s white arms. Memories resurfaced, reigniting some anger.

Quick to respond, Qin Yan fed her a spoonful before Xia Mingtang could get mad again.

“You just woke up. Don’t tire yourself. I’ll feed you.”

The thoughtfulness calmed her further.

Xia Mingtang wrapped herself like a cocoon, contentedly enjoying Boss Qin’s VIP service.

The porridge was red bean and barley, rich in flavor, the simple ingredients enough to whet anyone’s appetite.

With Qin Yan feeding her, the bowl was quickly empty.

Xia Mingtang squinted her eyes, some satisfaction on her face, some lingering desire.

Her emotions were plainly on display.

Qin Yan put down the bowl, wiped the fox cub’s mouth with a handkerchief, and asked gently, “Do you want to get up and eat something else or continue resting?”

Her question was basically: eat or sleep. Did she think Xia Mingtang was a pig?

Refreshed from sleepiness, Xia Mingtang rubbed her eyes, “Not sleeping, I want to get up.”

As she moved, the blanket slipped down, revealing a shoulder.

Qin Yan’s gaze darkened slightly. To avoid irritating her again, she quickly found sleepwear and helped her put it on.

The cotton fox pajamas hugged the soft little fox body—quite enticing, almost making one want to pinch.

Of course, the softness was just an appearance.

The top felt snug with fabric; the bottom felt emptier.

“Where are my pants?”

She didn’t mean sleep pants—the fabric was too thin and the bed too large. Even if found, it couldn’t be worn now.

Seeing Xia Mingtang about to make a fuss, Qin Yan extinguished the problem in time, “I’ll find you a new pair.”

Her suitcase had just been brought in with an electronic lock.

Of course, Qin Yan wasn’t about to carry the entire suitcase to unlock it.

Five minutes later, Xia Mingtang looked at a purple lace pair of panties, “Yours?”

“New ones.”

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