The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 35

At the memorial hall of Fifth Master Ji, thirteen-year-old Qin Yan stood in mourning clothes before her father’s spirit tablet. Not far away, a group of uncles and cousins were quarreling endlessly.

“Now that Old Five is gone, what about the shares under his name? Back then, the Old Master only asked him to manage the group’s capital, he never said they belonged to him. Now he’s passed so suddenly, without even leaving a will.” Ji Yanming clasped his hands behind his back, his face sharp and calculating.

“At least 20% should go to me. I’ve worked at the company for years, made great contributions. Out of those shares in Old Five’s hands, at least 20% came from me.” The second brother, the eldest in age but most impatient, couldn’t hold back.

“20%? Second Brother, you really dare open a lion’s mouth. Even I, as the eldest, only hold 10%. Ever heard of respecting seniority?” Ji Lao Da’s face flushed red at once.

“Respecting seniority? If that mattered, the Old Master wouldn’t have entrusted most shares to Old Five in the first place. I say ability should decide. And you, Big Brother, haven’t several of your projects lost money these years?”

“Ability? Do you have any? All these years you just picked up scraps behind Old Five. Now that he’s gone, you even dare bark at Big Brother?”

“Enough. The shares issue has to go through the board anyway. But his other assets can be divided first. That villa Old Five lived in, and many antiques inside—it all originally belonged to the Old Master, right?” Ji Lao Si tried to play mediator, his eyes darting about.

…

The mourning music still played, but everyone in the hall thought not of honoring the dead, but of how to strip his remaining value clean.

Their quarrel grew so heated they nearly came to blows right there in the memorial hall.

Qin Yan suddenly picked up a tray of offerings from the altar and slammed it down at their feet with a loud bang.

“Get out—all of you!”

The noise startled many, drawing accusatory whispers.

“What’s wrong with this child? Is this how you speak to your elders?”

“Smashing things at her father’s memorial—such disrespect!”

“Unfilial to her father, rude to her elders—was this how Old Five raised her?”

The hall descended into chaos. In the end, it was Qin Shulan who hugged Fifth Master Ji’s portrait and personally “escorted” everyone out.

The memorial ended in discord, leaving behind only wreckage.

Looking at Qin Yan’s tear-streaked face, Qin Shulan didn’t comfort her. Instead, she spoke each word firmly:

“Ah Yan, remember this. In this world, nothing will ever belong to you forever. If you want something, you must fight for it, snatch it for yourself!”

If you want something, fight for it, snatch it for yourself!

Now, at thirty-one, Qin Yan stood before a window. Fine rain drifted in, dampening her raven-dark hair.

In one hand she held a crushed plastic bottle, its warped surface reflecting the crimson glint in her eyes.

“Achoo!”

Summer Mingtang sneezed hard, phone in hand.

Beside her, Shi Shi asked with half-hearted concern, “Caught a cold? I told you, Rongcheng’s climate isn’t like Yuncheng. You really are choosing fashion over warmth.”

“No, just itchy nose.” Mingtang rubbed her nose and kept typing numbers into her phone.

Shi Shi leaned over curiously. “One million? That generous?”

Mingtang confirmed the transfer with a calm face. “They looked after me well in Yun Town these past months.”

Shi Shi scoffed sourly, “And I haven’t looked after you since childhood? Where’s my one million?”

Mingtang glanced up at her. “Do you even need money?”

Shi Shi nodded like a pecking chick. “I do! My new project’s still three million short. Even a mosquito leg is meat.”

Mingtang opened her banking app, showing the four-digit balance. “Next time, I promise.”

The number was so short it wasn’t even worth counting zeros. Shi Shi froze. “You didn’t leave yourself a single cent?”

Mingtang shrugged. “Rounded it off. Anyway, back in Rongcheng, I don’t really need to spend money. Company expenses come from the corporate account.”

You can actually live without spending money?

Shi Shi couldn’t believe this was coming from the famously spendthrift Miss Summer.

Something’s fishy. Definitely fishy.

Normally Mingtang was generous, yes—but not to the point of leaving herself penniless.

Gossip is human instinct. Shi Shi leaned close to her face. “Hey… don’t tell me you did something shady to that person?”

“Of course not.” Mingtang rubbed her nose again, looking guilty.

She had, after all, drugged them with just a tiny bit of sleeping aid. Just because she didn’t know how to say goodbye. At least it gave them a good rest—and she’d handed over all her leftover pocket money. That was already kindness itself.

Shi Shi narrowed her eyes. “Has anyone told you? You rub your nose every time you’re guilty. Be honest. What really happened? Handing over that much money all at once—did you dump someone?”

She tried to dig deeper, but Mingtang cut her off.

“Alright, I didn’t call you here for gossip. I need your advice.

“You know I’ve been quietly acquiring Ji’s Guodai. Now I’m about ten percent short, and our company funds won’t hold. Do you have any leads for quick financing?”

Shi Shi frowned. “Wait, didn’t you prepare enough? After buying 40% of Ji’s scattered shares, you should’ve had leftovers. How’s it suddenly not enough?”

“It was enough.” Mingtang fumed. “Until some annoying interloper jumped in. If I find out who it is—” She mimed twisting someone’s neck.

Pfft!

Shi Shi burst out laughing at the dramatic gesture, but still gave serious advice. “I know some venture capital friends, but their terms aren’t great. Even if the acquisition works out, if returns don’t meet expectations…”

“That’s nothing to worry about.” Mingtang nodded confidently. “As long as Ji’s Guodai becomes Summer’s Guodai, Grandma won’t abandon me.”

After all, Old Madam Summer valued Ji’s Guodai so much she was willing to sacrifice her only granddaughter for it.

When Mingtang returned unannounced to the Summer home, Old Madam had intended to stay cold toward her.

But at first sight, her heart softened.

A hand that didn’t look seventy at all stroked Mingtang’s pale cheek. “Child, did you not eat well in Yun Town? You look thinner.”

Mingtang had deliberately put on soft “frail beauty” makeup, making her face look small and pitiful.

Now she gazed up obediently. “Actually Yun Town was fine. Just not used to the food. Grandma, how has your health been lately?”

Old Madam shook her head. “These old bones are neither here nor there. But you—suffering out there.

“It’s good you’re back. But you mustn’t be as willful as before.

“For now, rest well at home. Soon, it’ll be time to discuss your marriage with that Ji girl.

“Our family may be thin in numbers, but in spirit we can’t fall behind.”

Unpleasant news as soon as she got home. This time, Mingtang was smart—she swallowed her retort.

“Yes, Grandma. I’ll listen to you.”

After appeasing Old Madam, Mingtang went to meet An Ran at the company.

An Ran looked professional in her sleek office wear, though it hung looser than before—proof the acquisition battles had worn her down.

Mingtang slipped into her office, presenting little cakes from Fu Ji. “Senior, I’m back.”

An Ran’s furrowed brow eased into joy. “Tangtang, I thought you wouldn’t return until tomorrow.”

“Things were urgent.” Mingtang unwrapped the cakes and, once An Ran took a bite, continued:

“Don’t worry about funds. I already found two investors. We’ll meet them tomorrow morning.

“You’ve been working so hard. Take the afternoon off and rest.”

An Ran swallowed her chestnut cake. “Ji’s Guodai is at a critical stage. How could I rest?”

Mingtang was deeply moved. “This acquisition started as my selfish wish, yet it’s wearing you out. Don’t worry—once it’s done, I’ll transfer you another 5% of my shares!”

An Ran twirled her fork with a smile. “You’ve already given me plenty. And your business is mine too. Without you, this company wouldn’t even exist.”

Back then, An Ran had been a top graduate student at J University, award-winning, recruited by a prestigious Rongcheng firm before she even finished her degree.

But the world outside wasn’t as simple as school. With no backing, she was sabotaged, slandered, robbed of credit. Those few months scarred her worse than decades of study ever had.

When she doubted her whole career, it was Mingtang—still a sophomore then—who found her and offered to fund a startup together.

The idea had seemed absurd: the infamous playgirl heiress of the Summer family, and a broke graduate? What could they achieve?

Turns out, quite a lot.

Mingtang’s professional skills were mediocre, but she excelled at using talent and listening to advice. Though she played the hands-off investor, whenever disputes arose, she could make decisions everyone respected.

Employees liked her—who wouldn’t like a boss who paid well and didn’t micromanage?

And to Mingtang, An Ran was never just staff. They were partners.

An Ran had contributed her skills for equity, now holding 35% of the company—and Mingtang still wanted to give her more.

Unlike most bosses, Mingtang didn’t only chase profit. She genuinely wanted everyone to enjoy working together.

Her only real selfish desire was acquiring Ji’s Guodai.

Once An Ran knew that, the acquisition became her private wish too.

The next day, they met the investors. Things went smoothly enough—after all, everyone in Rongcheng knew Mingtang had the Summer family’s golden backing.

But as Shi Shi had warned, the terms weren’t friendly.

Investment seeks profit, not charity.

A small advertising firm suddenly wanting to buy a major sales agency looked dubious.

Especially since Ji’s Guodai was backed by the powerful Ji family—not to be provoked lightly.

That investors were even willing to come aboard, albeit with strict terms, was already a favor.

With funding secured, Mingtang and An Ran entered the trading room.

An Ran monitored the market; Mingtang provided endless snacks and cheerleading.

With money to burn, their acquisition went in bold strokes. No matter what price the other side offered, they immediately topped it by five points.

Within a day, the opposition slowed.

Mingtang’s side swept through Ji’s Guodai’s scattered shares with crushing momentum.

Three days later, they held 39% of the stock. Mingtang grinned ear to ear.

Just then, someone knocked on the trading room door.

“President Xia, President An—Ji’s Guodai just announced a change in major shareholders. Someone now holds over 51%.”

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