The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 39

The two left the jewelry store. Since it was still early, Qin Yan drove the car to Rong City’s largest shopping mall.

Summer Ming­tang looked at the display of home furnishings in front of her, puzzled.
“Do you usually have to shop for these things yourself?”

“Normally no, but now I do.” Qin Yan took Summer Ming­tang’s hand and led her toward the bed linen section.

“Take a look, Tang­tang. See if there’s any style you like.”

Summer Ming­tang didn’t understand why Qin Yan suddenly had so much free time, but since they were already here, she might as well browse.

She’d been to clothing stores, car dealerships, and jewelry shops before, but this was her first time looking at home furnishings.

Here, the sheets were either silk or pure cotton, all far superior to anything she’d normally seen.

For example, the ivory set before her was made of 100% Egyptian cotton, with over a thousand fine threads per square inch—smooth and radiant to the touch.

In the past, Summer Ming­tang never gave bedsheets a second glance. But now that she looked closely, she realized the old saying was true: every profession has its masters.

Qin Yan stood by her side, quietly noting where her gaze lingered. Then, testing the waters, she asked:
“What kind of fabric does Tang­tang usually prefer?”

“Eh? I’m fine with anything,” Summer Ming­tang replied honestly. Anything that entered the Xia household had already been carefully selected, so she rarely had a say in such matters.

She glanced through the displays in a cursory manner.
“They all look good. I can’t choose. You decide.”

“I see.”

Qin Yan nodded, then instructed the waiting sales clerk:
“Pack up one of each style she looked at and send them to Xijing Villa.”

Summer Ming­tang: “?”

What on earth.

She’d seen dramas where people bought jewelry in bulk, even clothes—but this was the first time she’d seen anyone buy bedsheets in bulk.

She looked at Qin Yan, who had suddenly slipped into domineering-CEO mode, and couldn’t help but complain:
“You’re buying this many sheets? Will you even use them?”

“They’ll be used.” Qin Yan pulled out a black card and handed it to the clerk. “Go ahead.”

The clerk, delighted at such a wealthy customer, dared not neglect her. However—

“This Sferra Millesimo sheet set is a limited edition, the only one in our store. There’s no duplicate.”

Qin Yan’s gaze fell on the crimson satin sheet set, protected by an extra plastic cover.

“Then we’ll take this one separately.”

After finishing with the sheets, they bought several more decorative items.

The bulky ones were delivered directly to Xijing Villa, while the smaller ones were loaded into the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail.

That multibillion-dollar luxury car had never imagined that one day it would serve as a cargo hauler.

Summer Ming­tang looked at the trunk stuffed to the brim, frowning.
“Why not have them deliver everything to your door?”

Qin Yan placed the one-of-a-kind crimson sheet set beside her seat, her gentle brows carrying a hint of delight.
“Because… this way it feels more like I personally took part in choosing.”

What kind of strange logic was that? Did it also include hauling everything around personally?

But ever since their reunion, Summer Ming­tang had already seen plenty of Qin Yan’s eccentricities. For such trivial matters, she decided not to dig deeper.

The Rolls-Royce Boat Tail carried the two of them and a trunk full of goods into Xijing Villa’s underground garage.

Summer Ming­tang daintily picked up one of the lighter bundles.
“I’ll just help you with this one.”

What fabric was this? Indeed, it was quite light.

Qin Yan remained silent as Summer Ming­tang, curious, tore open the packaging.

The crimson satin sheet slid out easily. Summer Ming­tang draped it over her shoulders, spun half a circle, and smirked:
“Look, don’t I look like a swordswoman in red from ancient times?”

The silk wrapped around her slender figure, highlighting her rosy lips and bright eyes.

She didn’t look like a swordswoman at all—she looked like a bride about to marry.

A red bridal robe, ablaze like fire.

Qin Yan’s heart stirred. She grabbed the little fox’s red-clad shoulders and kissed her.

Summer Ming­tang hadn’t expected it. One moment she was joking, the next her lips were captured. By the time she realized what was happening, her body was pressed against the passenger seat.

Her soft lips instinctively responded, quickly robbed of breath by the aggressive kiss.

But with the seatbelt restraining her arms, she was left completely passive.

When she felt those cool fingers slipping beneath the sheet, tugging at her bra strap—

Her nearly unraveling mind snapped back. She bit down hard on those lips pressed against hers.

Qin Yan flinched from the pain and pulled back, her eyes swimming with dark desire and puzzlement.

Summer Ming­tang, seeing the blood, knew she’d bitten too hard.

Still, she glared fiercely and blurted out,
“No sex before marriage!”

Qin Yan’s confusion deepened.

Summer Ming­tang, now breathing freely again, regained her sharp tongue. Even though she had been the one to hurt first, she refused to lose momentum.

“If you can’t respect me now, what would our life after marriage be like? If you keep this up, I’ll have to reconsider this engagement!”

She inwardly condemned the shameless wolf: Trying to do that in a convertible, of all places?

Qin Yan held her gaze for several seconds, her eyes dimming as her nails dug into her palms.

At last she whispered,
“I’m sorry, Tang­tang. This was my fault. I’ll be careful next time.”

“There won’t be a next time!” Summer Ming­tang straightened her clothes, triumphant.

It was rare to see Qin Yan flustered. For once, she felt elated.

Hmph, that’s what you get for holding onto my allowance money!

Life went on uneventfully. Since that night at Xijing Villa, Qin Yan came to pick up Summer Ming­tang almost every other day, dragging her on shopping sprees across Rong City.

Even for someone like Summer Ming­tang, who loved spending money, this shopping marathon was exhausting.

She wanted to brush Qin Yan off with an excuse, but without control of her finances, she had no leverage. Worse, her biased grandmother only encouraged it.

“Tang­tang will be married soon. She needs to take more responsibility for her future household. It’s good for you and Miss Qin to spend time together—it eases Grandma’s worries.”

Summer Ming­tang smiled obediently, but inside she muttered:
If only you knew what Qin the CEO is really like! Spending time with her should worry you more, not less.

After Qin Yan filled nearly every room in Xijing Villa with luxury goods, Summer Ming­tang sighed sincerely:
“If you really have money burning a hole in your pocket, you could just give it to me in cash, you know.”

Qin Yan merely cast her a sidelong glance. The very next day, she dragged her out shopping again without fail.

In less than two weeks, every high-end shop in Rong City knew the face of the new power figure always beside Miss Xia.

Her shopping was decisive, her card swipes unflinching. Even the famously extravagant Miss Xia looked frugal in her presence.

But the more time they spent together, the more Qin Yan’s passion would flare up unexpectedly.

To Summer Ming­tang, it was as if there was no warning, no consideration for time or place. Yet every time, her magic phrase—“No sex before marriage!”—was enough to block the advance.

And strangely, it worked wonders.

A few times, Qin Yan’s eyes even turned red with frustration. But once those words were spoken, within seconds she calmed back down, regaining her usual composure.

With emotional control like that, she could make it big in the entertainment industry, Summer Ming­tang thought.

One evening after work, as she entered the parking garage, she ran into an unexpected guest.

“Ji Xianglan?” she asked uncertainly.

Sure enough, it was her.

Summer Ming­tang nervously touched her nose. Why is she here? Don’t tell me she found out about my attempted acquisition of Ji’s National Agency and came to settle accounts…

Ji Xianglan wore a fitted shirt and trousers—casual wear, but her elite aura was unmistakable.

She turned, offering Summer Ming­tang a polite smile.
“What a coincidence.”

Coincidence my foot. This is my company. You really don’t know how to strike up a conversation, do you, bookworm?

Summer Ming­tang couldn’t be bothered to play along.
“You’re here for me?”

Ji Xianglan stepped closer, fiddling with the strap of her handmade watch, clearly hesitant.

“Spit it out,” Summer Ming­tang urged. She hated people who beat around the bush.

Ji Xianglan lifted her head, locking eyes with her.
“Do you really want to marry my aunt? If you don’t, it’s not too late to back out. I can help you end the engagement.”

Summer Ming­tang: “Huh?”

That was… blunt.

Ji Xianglan pressed on with the speech she had prepared.

“You haven’t known my aunt for long, so you may not understand her. She isn’t as gentle and kind as she appears—she has a very deep scheming side. If you stay with her, you’ll suffer for it later.”

Summer Ming­tang thought: Who says I don’t understand her? I know her all too well. She’s nothing but a shameless wolf in disguise, crafty, always pretending to be good, and keeping my allowance from me. Aside from that, she’s fine. If you’d told me this earlier, maybe. But now? Grandma’s already handed her the family fund to manage.

Seeing her silence, Ji Xianglan grabbed her arm.
“I know the truth. You don’t really like my aunt—she’s forcing you. Just say the word, and together we’ll go to your grandmother. I can convince her to change her mind.”

For someone who looked so refined, Ji Xianglan’s grip was surprisingly strong.

Summer Ming­tang struggled several times but couldn’t break free. A red mark quickly appeared on her arm.

Why do all the Ji family people love putting their hands on others?!

Fury flared in her chest. She stomped hard on Ji Xianglan’s handmade leather boots and shoved her away while she winced in pain.

Her pretty face was flushed with anger.
“Maybe Qin Yan isn’t perfect, but at least she doesn’t talk behind people’s backs. Whether I like her or not, one thing’s certain—I will never like you!”

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