The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 33

Qin Yan’s right hand was injured, yet she behaved as though her left hand had also lost all function — even eating required someone to feed her.

Miss Xia had never taken care of anyone in her entire life, but she couldn’t withstand Boss Qin’s pitiful, pleading gaze.

She picked up a porcelain bowl, scooped up a large spoonful of preserved egg and pork congee, and held it up to Qin Yan’s lips.
“Eat.”

Qin Yan didn’t mind her rough feeding technique. She lowered her head and took the spoon into her mouth, seeming to enjoy it.

Xia Mingtang was all about efficiency, feeding her five big spoonfuls in a row. But now, Qin Yan stopped cooperating, staring at her face in a daze.

“Why aren’t you eating anymore? What are you thinking?” Xia Mingtang, though clumsy in her care, was still concerned about the patient’s mental health.

“I was just thinking… if my hand never gets better, would you always take care of me like this?” Qin Yan looked at her, gaze tender and lingering.

“Bah, bah, don’t jinx it! As long as you’re careful, you’ll recover soon enough.” Xia Mingtang immediately cut her off, annoyed by the pessimism.

“Then when I’m better, will you leave me?” This time Qin Yan seemed less gentle than usual. Her eyes burned into hers, demanding an answer.

Not again.

Xia Mingtang roared silently in her heart: Do people always get mentally fragile after being injured? How many times is she going to ask the same question?!

Suppressing the urge to snap back, she forced a stern tone to scold,
“Can’t you just eat properly and stop overthinking nonsense?”

The spoonful of porridge still hovered by Qin Yan’s lips. She pressed them together, refusing to comply.

Xia Mingtang sighed helplessly. How could someone injured act like such a child — and she was older than her too!

Not knowing how to coax a child, she could only go along with it.
“No, I won’t leave. Happy now? Now eat.”

She pushed the spoon toward Qin Yan’s lips again.

Satisfied with the answer, Qin Yan finally opened her mouth.

Warm sunlight streamed into the room, outlining the silhouettes of two beautiful women — one radiant, the other gentle — forming a serene painting of peace and stillness.

As Qin Yan swallowed the savory congee, her eyes dimmed slightly.

Tang Tang, you must remember today’s promise.

Xia Mingtang scooped up another spoonful, but when she looked up, she noticed something strange in Qin Yan’s gaze.

There seemed to be a trace of… madness, obsession?

She blinked uncertainly, and when she looked again, Qin Yan’s expression had returned to its usual gentle, kind appearance.

Must be my imagination. This troublemaker is driving me crazy.

Xia Mingtang muttered inwardly.

She never expected that her trip to Yun Town for “peace of mind” would end up with her working as a temporary caregiver.

And this patient was especially restless. If she couldn’t take advantage physically, she’d seize every opportunity to tease her verbally. It was as if not flirting with her made her uncomfortable.

Her words were shameless, her behavior clingy — completely at odds with her graceful, refined appearance.

Xia Mingtang never knew she had such patience. Somehow she endured for days without punching her.

At this moment, Qin Yan was lounging on a rattan chair on the balcony, eyes closed, resting. A little black cat curled beside her, flicking its tail.

Sunlight fell over her raven hair, tilting down like ink feathers gilded in warm gold.

Sitting nearby, Xia Mingtang peeled a pear. She glanced up at the harmonious sight of woman and cat, and sighed softly in her heart.

Forget it… Such a beautiful face, it’d be a pity to ruin it with a punch.

Qin Yan had been well cared for these days. The wound in her palm was healing at a visible speed.

Though, in private, she had often tugged at the wound to reopen it slightly, her body’s long-trained resilience made her heal quickly nonetheless.

Unwrapping the bandages herself, she stared at the faint pink scar and nodded, resigned.

Though the little fox’s 24/7 care was rare and pleasant, it was time for her hand to “exercise” again.

Xia Mingtang, catching her unwrapping the bandage, rushed forward in alarm.

“What are you doing? Dr. Li said to change the bandages every six hours, and it hasn’t even been four!”

She grabbed Qin Yan’s newly freed hand, carefully inspecting it as if afraid of a mishap.

Lately, her constant phrase had been: “Dr. Li said.”

The sheer frequency of those three words made the patient herself a little jealous.

“Huh, it looks like the wound has healed.” Xia Mingtang looked at the faint scar in her palm, both puzzled and delighted.

Only hours ago, it had still been bleeding.

Regardless, healing was good news.

It meant her miserable caregiver duties were nearly over.

Releasing her hand, she said,
“Try moving your right hand now, see if it feels uncomfortable.”

Qin Yan obediently flexed her fingers, then, seizing the moment, yanked Xia Mingtang onto her lap.
“Seems my strength is fine. Now let’s test flexibility.”

Xia Mingtang: ???

This is your idea of movement?

She tried to scramble up, but the supposedly injured patient’s grip was surprisingly strong.

In a slip, she found herself pressed against the soft warmth of Qin Yan’s embrace.

“Meow~”

The little black cat, squeezed out, leapt gracefully down from the chair, springing up to the second-floor balcony.

Leaving Xia Mingtang trapped in Qin Yan’s arms, her clothes soon disheveled beyond recognition.

Caught completely off guard, Xia Mingtang was nearly swept away by the sudden assault.

As Qin Yan flipped her over, she managed to seize the mischievous hand, panting.

“Did you forget about our three rules again?”

It was the only weapon that worked — mention the “three rules,” and Qin Yan usually behaved.

But this time, it seemed useless.

“My hand is healed now.” Qin Yan’s words came as her hand slipped past the thin lace fabric, heading straight for the heart of temptation.

Xia Mingtang’s body, already attuned to her presence, responded far too easily.

One hand braced the rattan chair, the other clutched at the fabric of Qin Yan’s qipao. She wanted to argue about the validity of those three rules, but when she opened her mouth, only broken moans spilled out.

While the two in Yun Town were tangled together like water and milk, far away in Rong City, a silent war had begun.

An Ran stood before the giant screen in the trading room, eyes fixed on the red lines with a grave expression.

The covert plan to acquire Ji Group National had been ongoing for more than half a month. Until three days ago, everything was under control despite minor hiccups.

But then, a mysterious force had entered the market — well-funded, unpredictable, and aggressive.

In just three days, they had acquired over 37% of shares through multiple accounts, surpassing her 33% accumulated over half a month.

Together, the two sides now controlled more than all remaining market shares combined.

Which meant the opponent had drawn in major internal shareholders.

Yet it didn’t seem like an inside job.

Because upon entering, the other side had deliberately dragged the stock price down, exposing multiple scandals that sent senior executives to jail — behavior that risked destroying the company itself.

Whoever was behind this, their motives remained a mystery.

A knock sounded at the door. An Ran saw who it was and led her into a side room.

“Amy, tell me what you found.”

Amy plugged a USB into her laptop, pulling up a PowerPoint.

“The new player has opened eleven main accounts. All have recent transactions linked to this one.”

She flipped the slide. An Ran read aloud before Amy could explain:
“Formerly based in M Country — Miss Qin.”

Another Qin.

An Ran turned to Amy.
“Did you trace her IP?”

“Not precisely yet, but preliminary data suggests within the country, south of Rong City. The trader herself has been very low-profile.”

A Qin, south of Rong City — this aligned with the recent reports from Yun Town.

Ajie, the most trusted member of her detective agency, had been dispatched there long before Xia Mingtang asked her to investigate Qin Yan.

Though he nearly blew his cover, escaping only thanks to Xia Mingtang’s help, he still brought back enough scraps of intel to shake An Ran deeply.

At first, An Ran had only wanted to check up on the people around Xia Mingtang. But unexpectedly, she uncovered a massive secret.

This Qin woman turned out to be the youngest daughter of the Ji family’s Fifth Master. For unknown reasons, she was neglected from childhood, sent abroad young, and only recently returned — already stirring major upheaval within the Ji family.

Normally, An Ran couldn’t care less about the internal feuds of wealthy families.

But the Ji family’s Third Miss was Xia Mingtang’s fiancée.

And truth be told, An Ran was even more desperate than Xia Mingtang herself to acquire Ji Group National.

According to Ajie, this “Boss Qin” in Yun Town had been living with Xia Mingtang these days — eating, sleeping, never apart.

And the last voice message Xia Mingtang sent after a half-written text… carried a breathless, heated tone An Ran had never heard from her before.

At her age, An Ran knew very well what that kind of voice meant.

“President An?” Amy called nervously when her boss fell silent, a hardened look flashing across her face.

Snapping back to focus, An Ran made a decision.
“Pass it down. Buy every remaining Ji Group National share on the market. Whatever the cost, and quickly.”

“But our cash flow is already… and President Xia—” Amy hesitated.

“Just do it. I’ll speak with President Xia myself.”

That afternoon, Xia Mingtang had been exhausted into unconsciousness by Qin Yan.

When she awoke, the sky was already filled with stars.

She didn’t know when she’d been carried to the bed. Half-asleep, she stretched a hand over the soft quilt.

Rolling under the blanket, she nearly tumbled off the edge.

Luckily, she caught the sheet in time, avoiding a crash to the floor.

Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she blinked at the time — already 7 p.m.

Just then, An Ran’s call came through.

She answered, and the voice on the other end was sharper, more serious than ever before.

“Tang Tang, something’s come up. You need to return to Rong City immediately.”

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