The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 31

“Why is it that everywhere you go there’s water flowing—are you really made of water?”

When Xia Mingtang first heard this, she thought Qin Yan was trying to comfort her.

It took her three seconds to realize that Qin Yan was actually teasing her!

She had been genuinely worried, and yet this woman still had the mood to flirt.

Fuming, Xia Mingtang tied the bandage on Qin Yan’s hand into a bow, then turned her head away, refusing to look at her.

Qin Yan moved her hand, now wrapped like a rice dumpling, and leaned closer to call softly, “Tangtang?”

Xia Mingtang only turned her back further, showing her the back of her head.

Looked like she had pushed her too far.

Qin Yan chuckled, didn’t press further, and instead reached for an apple on the table.

There was a fruit knife on the tray. She held the knife in her good left hand and the apple in her bandaged right, slowly cutting down from the bottom with the blade.

She had never been left-handed, and the apple had some weight to it in her palm. What was usually an easy task—peeling fruit—suddenly looked clumsy and difficult.

“Hiss~”

Every few seconds she let out a sharp breath. It wasn’t loud, but in the quiet room it was all too clear.

Xia Mingtang couldn’t take it anymore and turned back. “Do you really have to eat an apple right now?”

“Injured people need lots of vitamins,” Qin Yan said without looking up, her focus still on the knife.

Her naturally gentle features were drawn together with pain, making her look even more pitifully delicate.

Xia Mingtang had sworn she wouldn’t talk to this loose-tongued woman for the whole day. But now she didn’t last half a minute.

She snatched the apple and knife from Qin Yan’s hands. “Otherwise people will accuse me of abusing the disabled.”

Though Xia Mingtang wasn’t used to manual work, peeling an apple was still easier for her than for an injured person.

The apple that had been left full of dents was quickly smoothed out under her careful knife.

She rarely did such chores, and when she did, they often turned out badly. But here, in front of an “injured” person, she couldn’t help but show off a little.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling across her concentrated face, casting a quiet glow over her beautiful features.

Qin Yan sat watching her, eyes half-narrowed, lips curved in quiet amusement.

Soon, the apple was neatly peeled. Xia Mingtang cut it into slices, placed them on a tray, and pushed it toward Qin Yan. “Eat.”

Her tone was curt, just like Qin Yan’s usually was.

Qin Yan gave her a look, then reached out with her heavily bandaged right hand to pick up a slice.

Watching her suddenly clumsy movements, Xia Mingtang couldn’t help herself. “Your left hand still works, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, sorry—just habit.” Qin Yan feigned realization and switched hands.

She reached with her left, drew back her right—and both hands collided awkwardly in midair.

“Uh~”

Qin Yan gave Xia Mingtang a sheepish look, holding her “injured” hand against her side.

Xia Mingtang sighed inwardly, picked up a slice of apple, and held it to her lips.

This time, Qin Yan didn’t refuse. She opened her mouth, bit into it, and chewed slowly.

Near the end, she almost caught the slender fingers holding the apple as well.

But she restrained herself this time. After all, slow and steady wins the race.

The entire tray of apples was eaten, fed piece by piece by Xia Mingtang.

By the end, she wiped the sweat from her brow—it felt like she had just run a marathon.

Her hands may have been injured, but Qin Yan’s mouth never stayed still.

Xia Mingtang glanced at her, satisfied and content, and asked, “So, you’ve had your vitamins. That means your hand will be healed by tomorrow, right?”

After all, she had been hurt protecting her. Xia Mingtang couldn’t feel at ease until the wound was better.

“Heh.” Qin Yan chuckled. “If you really wanted, it could heal right now.”

She reached for her bag with her bandaged right hand. Her fingers closed slightly, her brows furrowed, but she didn’t cry out in pain.

“Enough—stop showing off.” Xia Mingtang snatched the bag. “Let’s go.”

They said goodbye to Xie An but didn’t return to the inn immediately.

Worried about Qin Yan’s injury, Xia Mingtang dragged her to see a doctor.

Dr. Li knew Qin Yan well. She unwrapped the bandages and inspected her hand.

The wound was long, but not deep. It had been properly cleaned and was already healing.

Still, she frowned. Why had Qin Yan come for something so minor? She’d had worse before and hadn’t bothered.

But a doctor’s duty was a doctor’s duty. She pressed lightly near the cut and asked, “Does this hurt?”

“Very much,” Qin Yan said with pursed lips, sounding genuinely in pain.

Dr. Li shifted further to the palm’s edge. “And here?”

“That hurts too.” Qin Yan’s answer was immediate.

Dr. Li: ?

What was going on? Did she miss something? Another hidden injury?

Carefully, she brought over instruments to scan the wound.

Xia Mingtang panicked. It was just a cut, why bring out machines?

“Doctor, how is her hand really? How long until it’s healed?”

Looking at the scan results, Dr. Li was speechless.

Her gaze moved from the anxious girl to Qin Yan, whose eyes never left her. And suddenly, she understood.

Ah… so this was what Qin Boss was like.

Pushing her glasses up, she said gravely, “This injury…”

Her eyes flicked to Qin Yan’s.

“…is very serious.”

Before they could protest, she continued solemnly:

“I’ll rebandage it and prescribe medicine. You’ll need to change the dressing every six hours, keep it dry, avoid using it, and rest well—otherwise it may leave lasting effects.”

Her tone was so stern, Xia Mingtang believed every word.

Leaving the clinic with a big bag of medicine and bandages, they returned to the inn.

Yi Yi had worried at first seeing the bandages, but her boss’s “you’re being a light bulb” expression quickly sent her away. She finished her report and made herself scarce.

Since Miss Xia arrived, the boss’s eyes had no room for anyone else. Better to go watch TV.

Xia Mingtang, meanwhile, noted how early Qin Yan dismissed Yi Yi and silently gave her points for being a “considerate employer.”

She even reflected a bit—was she overworking her own employees back home?

The reflection lasted three seconds. Considering the salaries she paid, the workload wasn’t too much. Unlike this inn, companies weren’t meant to be so relaxed.

It was still early in the evening. Back in the room, they each found something to do.

Xia Mingtang, as a young woman in her twenties, wasn’t used to being cooped indoors all day.

But with a “disabled” companion to look after—and one whose injury she felt responsible for—she sat quietly with her tablet, checking emails.

She had been away from Rong City for quite some time.

Though An Ran handled daily operations, as the nominal boss she couldn’t ignore everything.

The advertising company they co-founded was in her name—she provided the funds, An Ran managed operations.

In Rong City, everyone knew the company had the Xia family behind it. That alone earned them respect.

As long as she didn’t cause trouble, business was smooth.

Some heirs claimed they wanted to “make it on their own,” without family support. But unless you went into hiding, how could you ever escape those family ties?

When Xia Mingtang first partnered with An Ran, she used her saved-up allowance. Her grandmother hadn’t given her much extra.

But she knew deep down—everything she had still came from the Xia family.

Her fingers swiped quickly across the screen, scrolling through the backlog of emails. Thankfully, An Ran had sent an indexed summary to make things easier.

Projects were moving steadily.

What she cared about most was the acquisition of Ji Corporation’s national division. An Ran understood, and the progress report on that was over ten pages long. She skipped straight to the conclusion.

So far, they had acquired 31% of scattered shares. Progress had slowed in recent days.

The stock price was still rising, but within her range.

She had nearly staked everything on this—not for profit, but for influence.

And An Ran had stood by her without complaint. Xia Mingtang was deeply grateful.

She typed a reply, then glanced at the “injured” woman beside her.

Compared to Xia Mingtang’s rare bout of ambition, Qin Yan was leisurely.

Xie An had made sure to protect her fully, even taking her encryption token. Now, as an “injured” patient, she had nothing to do but enjoy the moment.

Like the flowers before her: arranging them thoughtfully could create unexpected beauty.

Xia Mingtang saw her struggling to arrange flowers one-handed. She kept pulling stems out and replacing them, repeating without complaint.

Xia Mingtang didn’t get the appeal, but when Qin Yan’s hand nearly got jabbed, she stepped in. “Please, injured patient, mind yourself.”

Qin Yan smiled and handed her a pale purple flower. “Tangtang, why don’t you try?”

Xia Mingtang wrinkled her nose. “I’m not that bored.”

Twenty minutes later…

She stared at the colorful, overcrowded mess she had made, first nodding in satisfaction, then frowning.

With one sweep, she pulled out half and started bossing Qin Yan around. “Hand me that orange one.”

Good-naturedly, Qin Yan obeyed, playing assistant.

Xia Mingtang’s curiosity for new things always made her dive in enthusiastically. Her interest came fast and faded just as fast.

But for now, she was fully absorbed, forgetting her “caregiver duties,” directing Qin Yan with ease.

Qin Yan, with one usable hand, helped as best she could.

Suddenly, a phone rang, breaking Xia Mingtang’s concentration.

She gestured at Qin Yan to answer and turned back to the flowers.

It was Xie An calling.

Qin Yan stepped away to take it, leaving space for Xia Mingtang’s busy hands.

“Yan,” Xie An’s voice came without preamble. “I just found out who that little friend of yours really is. Xia Mingtang, eldest daughter of the Xia family in the southern city.

“Which means—Ji Xianglan, your cheap niece’s fiancée.”

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