The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 29

Xia Mingtang had been spoiled since childhood. She never cared about fairness—she only cared about her own happiness.

“I don’t just want to use my mouth, I want to use my hands too.”

With a tiger’s pounce, she pushed Qin Yan down on the bed, tugged open that tall silk collar, and bit down on the faintly visible collarbone.

She had already bitten there yesterday and thought the texture was excellent, but she was pushed away after less than two minutes. Now she had to make up for it.

Deliberately putting on the look of someone delivering punishment, she looked fierce in a cute way.
“Lie still and don’t move, or I’ll make you cry.”

“Heh.” Qin Yan shifted the pillow with one hand, adjusting herself into a comfortable sleeping posture, lying there utterly at ease.

Xia Mingtang actually didn’t want to hurt her. Kneeling astride Qin Yan’s waist, she lowered her head, licking and grinding at that delicate collarbone, her mind harboring a little mischief.

She wanted to see the normally gentle and composed Boss Qin lose control. That would surely be a very different sight.

This is the right way to do it, right?

Three minutes later, Xia Mingtang raised her head, glaring at Qin Yan who looked on the verge of falling asleep. Unhappy, she demanded:
“Why aren’t you reacting at all?”

“Didn’t you say not to move?” Qin Yan opened her eyes, her gaze still gentle and kind as always.

Xia Mingtang puffed up her cheeks.
“Well… actually, you can move a little bit.”

“As you command.”

Qin Yan obeyed readily. Her nimble fingers lifted the hem of the little fox’s pajamas, slowly tracing upward along the warm, delicate skin.

Xia Mingtang: !

That’s not what I meant by “move”!

But she wasn’t foolish enough to start an argument at a time like this. Since Qin Yan still had energy to misbehave, it must mean she hadn’t worked hard enough just now.

She lowered her head again, changed her point of attack, and found the translucent, tender ear. She took the earlobe into her mouth.

The ears were the most sensitive—yesterday, when Qin Yan sucked hers, she nearly couldn’t bear it.

This time it finally worked—Qin Yan’s palm pressed against her with more force.

Pleased, Xia Mingtang toyed with the earlobe with her tongue and teeth. Her knees, still pressing into the bed, had gone numb, but she didn’t notice.

Thanks to her persistence, that fair ear was soon flushed crimson. She sat up, wanting to study Qin Yan’s expression in detail—only to realize that her own upper body was now bare.

The little fox pajamas had been tossed onto the headboard.

Completely unclothed, Xia Mingtang’s face filled with confusion: how had she moved so fast?

But the doubt didn’t last long. Qin Yan hooked her waist with one hand, flipped their positions, and let the other hand roam freely, as though moving through unguarded territory.

“You told me to move.” Her gentle but commanding kiss fell on Xia Mingtang’s trembling eyelids.

…

At this moment, Xia Mingtang realized deeply that Qin Yan was nothing like her gentle and virtuous outward appearance. She was simply a big-tailed wolf in sheep’s clothing.

And to think she once believed Boss Qin was abstinent and dignified.

Now? Could someone abstinent and dignified do this?

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Xia Mingtang looked at the deepening red marks all over her body and felt like crying.

Her skin was already delicate and pale—after just two days, there was hardly an unmarked spot left.

She sat up angrily, threw a pillow at Qin Yan, and crossed her arms in protest.
“In broad daylight, can’t you control yourself a little?”

Completely forgetting that she was the one who started it.

Qin Yan caught the pillow with one hand and explained good-naturedly:
“I was already very restrained.”

Otherwise, how would you still be awake and talking to me?

Xia Mingtang lifted an arm covered with red imprints and thrust it in front of Qin Yan, her face full of disbelief: You call this restrained?

Because of that raised posture, areas previously hidden by her arm were now fully exposed.

Qin Yan’s gaze darkened. She caught the slender wrist, about to pull her close again.

But this time Xia Mingtang reacted quickly. Like a slippery eel, she slipped out of her grasp, hopped off the bed in slippers, and pattered into the bathroom.

Standing under the shower, she rinsed off the sticky heat clinging to her body. As she rubbed at the marks on her skin, she cursed the culprit in her heart a hundred times over.

The morning rinse didn’t take long. Soon, she suddenly realized that in her anger, she had rushed in without bringing even her underwear.

A knock came on the bathroom door.

“Tang Tang.” Qin Yan’s voice came from outside.

Still sulking, Xia Mingtang ignored her.

Ten seconds later, the frosted glass door slid open.

Xia Mingtang: !

This door not having a lock was truly inhumane!

Qin Yan walked in through the steam, clothes in hand, her face the picture of rectitude.
“You forgot to bring your clothes.”

She set the pajamas on the shelf. Xia Mingtang, still unwilling to give her a good face, said coldly:
“Fine, now that you’ve delivered them, you can leave.”

Instead, Qin Yan turned back with a gentle smile, took a few steps forward, and pressed Xia Mingtang against the wall under the shower.

One hand on the wall, the other trailing upward, her voice was darker and lower than usual, blending with the sound of falling water.

“I’ll leave later.”

Xia Mingtang: …

Damn it! That rinse was a total waste!

The two tangled until nearly noon, combining breakfast and lunch into one meal.

Qin Yan, who had been leisurely tormenting her all morning, suddenly seemed in a rush. She downed the little soup dumplings in one bite each, and only drank half a cup of soy milk before putting it down.

Xia Mingtang raised her eyes lazily.
“Got urgent business?”

Qin Yan wiped her mouth with a napkin and admitted honestly:
“I just got a call from a friend, asking me to head to a bar immediately.”

“Going to a bar in broad daylight—Boss Qin, you’re really busy.” Xia Mingtang was already annoyed, and her sarcasm came out in full force.

Qin Yan understood her irritation. Anyone would think it scummy to run off to a bar right after such intimacy.

Especially after she had promised the night before not to leave her suddenly.

But the tone in Xie An’s call left no doubt—it was something important.

“How about you come with me?” Qin Yan placed her hand over Xia Mingtang’s and gave it a gentle pat.

“Me?”

“It’s a new bar my friend opened. They specially invited Jennifer to perform magic, and the surroundings are nice. You’ll probably like it.”

Xia Mingtang looked at Qin Yan’s expectant face.

Hmph—can’t even bear to be apart from me, huh?

“Fine. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway.” Miss Xia granted her approval with a regal nod.

The LA Bar was at the end of a small alley in the southern part of Yunzhen. The area was quiet, with barely a soul in sight.

Unlike other wealthy kids, Xia Mingtang rarely went to bars.

She had been dragged along by friends twice before, and the noise had made her ears ache. Home gaming was far better.

But this bar was different. There were no flashy neon lights at the entrance—just a small whiteboard with cute doodles drawn in colored markers.

At first glance, it looked more like a folk handicraft shop.

On a weekday noon, the 200-square-meter bar had only a handful of customers.

Xia Mingtang estimated the rent and genuinely worried for the owner.
“Your friend runs a bar like this—won’t they lose money?”

Qin Yan also glanced around, not entirely certain.
“Probably… not?”

As they spoke, they reached the bar counter. The pigtail-wearing bartender, Candy, greeted them warmly.
“Ladies, what would you like to drink?”

“Two hot milks, please.”

The moment Qin Yan spoke, both Xia Mingtang and Candy turned to look at her.

Hot milk—in a bar? Really?

But Candy was professional. Customers were gods, after all, and there was a minimum charge anyway.

Soon, two glasses of hot milk were placed before them. Xia Mingtang happened to be thirsty, so she drained hers in one gulp.

Restless as always, her eyes had been wandering since she entered. Finally, she spotted some commotion at the stairwell corner.

“I’ll go check that out.” Knowing Qin Yan had business, she didn’t drag her along.

Alone, she reached the corner just in time to see a cool girl with red hair deftly shuffling cups. With a flourish, three glasses were uncovered one by one—bursting into multicolored fireworks.

…

Qin Yan watched Xia Mingtang’s excited back for a while. Once sure she could amuse herself, she turned to Candy.
“Take me to see Xie An.”

Xie An had been waiting in a private room upstairs for a while before Qin Yan arrived.

She had seen Qin Yan enter earlier and had planned to greet her personally. But…

“What’s going on? Why did you bring someone here?”

She had deliberately chosen such a quiet location for her bar—exactly for convenience in handling matters discreetly.

And it was all because of this woman’s affairs. Yet here she was, dragging strangers along as if it didn’t matter.

Qin Yan rubbed her wrist, sidestepping the question.
“Just a kid from home, here for fun. What’s the matter this time?”

A kid from home?

Xie An immediately sensed something unusual.

But she knew priorities. She got straight to the point:
“Ji Yanming was locked up for five days, but he’s out now. Plenty of the Ji family’s third generation have ties with him and are working hard to get him free.

“This time, several groups came to Yunzhen. They’re all here for you, and right now they’re locked up downstairs in this bar.

“For the time being, don’t make any moves. Just stay put and play innkeeper.”

While Xie An was all seriousness, Qin Yan remained unbothered.
“You called me here just to say that?”

“Of course not!” Xie An nearly exploded at her indifference.

She held out her hand.
“To stop you from acting on your own, hand over the dongle. I know you always carry it.”

Qin Yan lifted her eyelids, clearly not inclined to comply.

Xie An grew anxious.
“Hurry up and give it to me! I promised Ran Shu I’d keep you safe!”

Ran Shu was Qin Yan’s cousin—the last family she had left in this world.

Xie An, who normally obeyed no one, owed Ran Shu a favor.

“I know you’re impatient, but you can’t just throw your life away!” she warned sternly.

Qin Yan stood at the window, where she could see the stairwell corner.

There, the little fox was beaming at Jennifer’s magic trick.

Of all the spectators, she was the most excited, the most eager, her face glowing with bright delight.

“Don’t worry. I don’t feel like dying yet.” Qin Yan’s gaze softened, a tender smile curving her lips.

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