The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 36

Xia Mingtang was really about to lose it. Before carrying out her acquisition plan against Ji’s National Agency, she had clearly done thorough investigations and careful planning.

Ji’s National Agency had many partners, and with each of its main partners they had exchanged a portion of shares. These shares, combined with those circulating on the open market, totaled 60%.

In other words, in theory, as long as the money was in place, all those shares could be bought up.

The Ji family’s internal senior executives held 40%, of which 21% belonged to Ji Xianglan alone.

The remaining 19% of shareholders were all closely tied to the Ji family and would not easily sell their shares.

If an outside force came into conflict with Ji Xianglan, under normal circumstances, these shareholders would undoubtedly side with her.

Xia Mingtang’s original strategy was this: ignore the Ji family’s internal shares for now. As long as she could purchase more than 41% of the floating shares, she would already become the largest shareholder of Ji’s National Agency.

When fewer than 20% of those floating shares remained, any further acquisition would demand an extremely high price.

Ji Xianglan did not have such financial strength, and the Ji family would not risk a scorched-earth battle for a company that did not concern their lifeblood.

When An Ran had called her earlier, their side’s holdings, combined with those of a mysterious force, already totaled 70%, exceeding the floating shares on the market.

This could only mean one thing: their opponent had taken shares from Ji’s internal executives.

An Ran said the person’s identity was unclear, but she could confirm they were not on Ji Xianglan’s side.

From that moment, Xia Mingtang’s greatest rival was no longer Ji Xianglan, but that mysterious person.

Her goal wasn’t simply to block Ji Xianglan from holding control; her goal was to gain control herself.

This mysterious person had deep pockets and came in aggressively. She couldn’t gamble on them failing to buy up the remaining floating shares.

Excluding Ji Xianglan’s 21%, the remaining shares totaled 79%. To secure victory, Xia Mingtang needed at least 40%.

That meant she had no choice but to purchase the last floating shares at high cost.

For the past few days she had been burning money recklessly, breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats, and victory was almost in sight. But now she was told someone already held more than 51%.

Which meant that person had acquired not only internal executive shares, but also Ji Xianglan’s shares. How could that be possible?

At that very moment, the so-called “impossible” mysterious person was confronting the Ji family in their ancestral home.

“Qin Yan, you’re already considered a senior now. Bullying a junior like this—it wouldn’t look good if word got out,” Ji Yanming, now aged and wrinkled though still shrewd, spoke.

Qin Yan didn’t even bother lifting her eyelids. A cold, mocking laugh escaped her lips.
“Heh. I never thought I’d live to hear you talk about ‘bullying juniors,’ Third Uncle. How amusing.”

Her words were clearly barbed, aimed at more than one person present.

But everyone here was an old fox, good at keeping their cool.

Fourth Uncle gave a conciliatory smile.
“Qin Yan, your father passed away early. Over the years, perhaps you’ve had some misunderstandings about us uncles. But if you have complaints, we can sit down and talk slowly. There’s no need to target Xianglan—she’s still young.”

Qin Yan didn’t respond. She pulled out a chair, sat down on her own, and tossed a grape into her mouth. Chewing slowly, she tilted her eyes at Ji Xianglan, who stood at the back.

Twenty-seven years old, and still called young?

Ji Xianglan felt her back go cold under Qin Yan’s icy gaze.

She didn’t recall ever offending this aunt… did she?

There were many senior members of the Ji family present, and Qin Yan’s behavior was nothing short of arrogant.

But after seeing her ruthless methods in recent days—and remembering what had happened to Ji Yanming just days ago—no one dared say anything. They all knew she was no longer the ignorant girl of the past.

Now, standing on Ji family land, with a line of fully armed bodyguards behind her, she was unmistakably exerting pressure on everyone present.

Second Uncle, the eldest still alive, was so angry at her conduct that he coughed violently.

Compared to him, the current head of the Ji family, Fourth Uncle, remained calmest.

“Qin Yan, you haven’t been home in years. Why don’t you rest first? I’ll have the villa in West City cleaned for you right away. If you have any wishes, just tell us.”

Qin Yan swallowed another grape, her gaze sweeping across every face in the room. Everyone’s mind was scheming, a perfect tableau of human nature.

Half a minute later, she smiled, this time more pleasantly.

“Fourth Uncle, if you had spoken like this earlier, things would have been easier. Honestly, I haven’t yet decided to settle old scores this time I’ve stepped back into the Ji family. But speaking of wishes—there is indeed one.”

“Please, say it,” Fourth Uncle encouraged warmly.

Qin Yan rose to her feet, wiped her fingers with a napkin, and looked straight at Ji Xianglan—though her words were aimed at Fourth Uncle.

“Your precious granddaughter’s marriage with the Xia family is off. I’ll take her place.”

“I do not agree!” Ji Xianglan, who had been silent all this time, finally exploded when she realized this was aimed at her.

“Shut up! This is not your place to speak!” Fourth Uncle barked at Ji Xianglan, his expression dark and uncertain.

He hadn’t expected Qin Yan to be this calculating. The Xia marriage was something he had arranged for his granddaughter years ago.

Among the third generation of the Ji family, this was easily the best marriage match.

The Xia family was one of the Four Great Families of Rong City, and the Xia matriarch had only one precious granddaughter—Xia Mingtang.

And that only seedling… was a fool.

He glanced at Qin Yan’s determined expression. Not daring to outright refuse, he tried to deflect.

“Well… marriage isn’t just between two people; it’s between two families.

“Old Madam Xia dotes on her granddaughter like her very eyeballs. Xianglan was her hand-picked granddaughter-in-law. You… saying we can just switch brides like this, she’d never agree.”

What a sly old fox.

Qin Yan’s lips curved into a dazzling, dangerous smile.
“As long as you don’t oppose, Fourth Uncle, that’s enough. As for Old Madam Xia—she will agree.”

Xia Mingtang’s attempted acquisition of Ji’s National Agency had failed, nothing short of having the ground pulled out from under her feet.

Her company’s liquidity was almost entirely drained, and now she was stuck holding 39% of shares. Not enough for control, and not liquid enough to sell quickly.

Below her were hundreds of employees waiting for salaries. Above her were binding investor contracts. She had no choice but to return home to her grandmother.

Besides, she hadn’t even gotten her pocket money this year. Maybe if she acted sweet enough, she could get an advance.

An Ran noticed Xia Mingtang’s gloomy mood since leaving the office and insisted on driving her home.

The silver Mercedes drove into the Xia family estate, looking very out of place among the rows of cars worth tens of millions.

The guards recognized the license plate as belonging to the young miss’s friend and waved them through without fuss.

When the car stopped at the Xia family’s front gates, Xia Mingtang almost thought they’d gone to the wrong place.

Not far away was a blinding rose-pink yacht-style luxury car—the very Rolls-Royce Boat Tail she had coveted for so long but couldn’t afford.

Its dual-tone pearlescent paint shimmered like an art piece. The rear design completely mimicked a yacht deck, and at this moment, the trunk was opened sideways.

Inside was a full concierge set—cooler, wine table, foldable chairs—neatly arranged under an elegant umbrella. At any moment, the car could be driven straight into a luxury picnic trip.

It was the perfect embodiment of decadent elegance.

“Wow… you need to be this flashy just to come discuss business?”

Even Xia Mingtang, who had seen plenty of her grandmother’s wealthy business partners, couldn’t help but click her tongue.

An Ran, less knowledgeable about luxury cars, asked curiously, “Is it expensive?”

“About… enough to buy several Ji National Agencies,” Xia Mingtang gulped, instantly realizing this must be a very important business guest of her grandmother’s. She decided it was better not to show up now.

Normally it wouldn’t matter, but since she urgently needed pocket money, she couldn’t afford to disrupt her grandmother’s negotiations.

“Senior, let’s go drive around for a bit longer,” she said.

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Two hours later, when they returned, the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail was gone.

She silently prayed that her grandmother’s business had gone smoothly, then put on her most obedient face and tiptoed into the back garden.

Whenever her grandmother’s talks went well, she would water flowers in the back garden. If not, she would retreat to her study.

Good sign—she was watering flowers today.

“Grandma,” Xia Mingtang cooed sweetly, taking the watering can from her hands and tending to the begonias with practiced care.

Old Madam Xia seemed in a good mood. Even her voice carried unusual warmth.
“Mingtang’s back. Were you tired at the company today? I had Aunt Zhou stew some bird’s nest. Want it now?”

Today, Xia Mingtang was the picture of docility.
“Grandma, I’m not tired. Young people should work hard. I’ll have the bird’s nest later—I want to spend more time with you first.”

Her grandmother had raised her and knew her nature inside out.

And today, she was too well-behaved.

“Mingtang, you’re another year older now. I was just wondering how much pocket money to give you this year. What do you think?”

Grandma never beat around the bush.

Xia Mingtang’s eyes lit up. She carefully extended one hand with all five fingers spread.

With this sum, she could appease investors, pay salaries, and maybe even find a way to turn the tables.

Old Madam Xia glanced at her, smiling but silent.

After a few seconds, Xia Mingtang sheepishly curled back two fingers.

Alright, maybe she had been greedy. As long as she could get enough to appease the investors and pay salaries, she’d find another solution later.

Grandma took back the watering can and began tending the flowers herself.

Xia Mingtang withdrew another finger, leaving a “V” sign. She darted forward playfully.
“Grandma, just consider it an advance on my entire year’s pocket money, okay?”

Her grandmother watered the flowers slowly before finally speaking.
“Actually, that number you showed first wasn’t impossible either.”

Xia Mingtang held her breath. She knew such words always came with a “but.”

“But… tomorrow, you must meet someone and settle a matter first.”

Xia Mingtang patted her chest, making a solemn promise.
“Grandma, as long as the pocket money’s in place, I’ll meet anyone. Even the King of Hell if I must!”

“Bah, don’t spout nonsense. It’s a young lady from the Ji family. Your fiancée. Do you want to meet her?”

Every time before when her grandmother mentioned the Ji family, Xia Mingtang had either resisted or brushed it off with fake obedience.

Now her pale face went through several color changes in seconds.
“…I’ll meet her.”

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