The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 44

When Xia Mintang arrived at the private room in the club, everyone else was already seated.

It was Shi You’s birthday dinner, and she had invited some close classmates from university, making it a small reunion of sorts.

Everyone was already used to Xia Mintang’s habit of making a grand entrance at every gathering.

“Miss Xia, you finally decided to show up! Please, take a seat,” Shi Shi, who was closest to Xia Mintang, teased without any restraint.

Xia Mintang walked past her and handed the gift box she was holding to the birthday girl. “Happy Birthday, Xiao You.”

Shi You opened the box to find the latest limited-edition Gi watch, perfectly suited to her taste.

Her face lit up with delight. “Thank you, Tangtang! I really like it.”

Seeing her friend so happy, Xia Mintang felt relieved.

Of course, she would like it—the watch had cost her more than half of last month’s company bonus.

After giving the gift, Xia Mintang sat down in the only empty seat.

The young people had already gotten into lively conversation before she arrived. Now, with Xia Mintang present, the focus naturally shifted to her.

“Xia Xia, long time no see! You look even prettier than at school,” Classmate A said. She wasn’t just flattering; she had always had an eye for attractive people since freshman year.

Xia Mintang wasn’t impressed and quickly pointed out the flaw in their words. “Have you lost your memory? Weren’t you at my wedding just yesterday?”

Classmate A hadn’t forgotten—she was deliberately trying to stir up the topic.

“It was too far away to see clearly, and I was too busy marveling at the grandeur of the wedding. Your wife exudes such a powerful aura, even from a distance. Why didn’t you bring her today so we could meet her?”

Pouring herself a drink, Xia Mintang casually deflected. “She’s too busy to go out. Isn’t seeing me enough for you?”

“Of course not,” Classmate B jumped in. “We were just discussing—what’s Miss Qin’s background? We’ve never seen her in Rong City before, and she made such a big scene at the wedding yesterday. Can you tell us?”

“What background? She’s just from the Ji family, and I heard she used to be abroad,” Xia Mintang replied, taking a bite of the slightly sour appetizer in front of her.

“‘Heard’?” Classmate C couldn’t let it slide. “I have a connection—my third uncle’s cousin’s husband’s sister worked with Miss Qin in the U.S. She said Miss Qin is extremely capable. She used to handle financial operations at a top-three U.S. company, and apparently she’s connected to a powerful underground organization, so ordinary people usually don’t dare to provoke her.”

The story sounded so far-fetched that everyone widened their eyes, including Xia Mintang.

“Are you sure this is gossip and not a legend?” Xia Mintang asked, drinking casually as if listening to someone else brag.

“I’m telling the truth!” Classmate C said indignantly. “I’m so envious, Xia Mintang! How did you get so lucky to have such a powerful wife?”

Xia Mintang gnawed on a rib and glared at Classmate C. “Envious, huh? I’ll give you a heads-up if I ever divorce her—you better line up early.”

“Divorce!” Everyone except Xia Mintang shouted in unison, so loud it almost made her drop the rib.

“What are you all so worked up about?” Xia Mintang grabbed the rib. “I didn’t say it would happen immediately. Nowadays, divorce is so common in Huaguo—what’s so surprising about it?”

“Who divorces the day after getting married?”

Everyone passionately accused Xia Mintang of being heartless.

Caught off-guard, she quickly tried to change the subject. “Stop talking and eat! The food’s getting cold. By the way, where’s the birthday cake?”

Everyone calmed down after the food and the birthday cake, and since it was still early, they decided to go to KTV.

It was only nine in the evening, prime time for young people to let loose.

At the same time, at the Xijing villa:

Qin Yan stared at the constantly moving red dot on her phone, her gaze deep and unfathomable.

Three and a half hours had passed since she left work—two hundred ten minutes—and Xia Mintang hadn’t called or messaged once.

She naturally knew where her wife was and could have called her back immediately.

But she didn’t. Deep down, she hoped that Mintang would come back on her own.

Or maybe she would call for her.

With that expectation, she quietly activated her monitor.

Then she heard…

“Divorce!”

Qin Yan dug her nails into her palm, her face betraying no emotion.

For a long time, she stood like a statue by the window.

When Tao Dan arrived in the villa’s hall, this was the sight she saw—the thin, solitary figure standing still.

“Ms. Qin,” Tao Dan said, holding documents, “everything you asked for has been taken care of. As for Ji Yanming, no matter who protects him, he’ll be inside for at least three years.”

Qin Yan glanced at the documents, her voice heavy and low. “And that bastard’s son, Ji Xianghui… let father and son reunite.”

“I understand,” Tao Dan said, pulling out another page to show her.

Qin Yan looked over it, nodded, and took the papers back. “Keep them safe.”

Then she grabbed her coat from the sofa and left on foot.

Tao Dan, confused by this sudden turn of events, asked, “Do you want me to drive you?”

“No.” Her cold voice was swallowed by the night.

In a private room at Huan Cai KTV, wild singing echoed.

It wasn’t so much about singing as it was venting frustration.

Life after leaving school had brought far more pressure, even for someone like Xia Mintang, who had been sheltered and cared for all her life.

She had been the most enthusiastic singer, drinking quickly to relieve the burning in her throat.

“This one’s mine!”

Just as she grabbed the mic, she collapsed halfway through the song, falling asleep on the sofa with the microphone still in hand.

Her soft, shallow breathing, mixed with faint hums, transmitted through the mic, making others chuckle.

Shi You, as the birthday girl and former roommate, carefully took the microphone and placed a pillow under her, letting her rest.

Classmate A joked, “Even after all these years, you still spoil her so much.”

“She’s the youngest in our dorm,” Shi You patted Xia Mintang’s head.

After a song ended, Shi Shi came over. “Drunk again? Her tolerance hasn’t improved a bit over the years.”

Shi You glanced at the watch Xia Mintang had just gifted her. “It’s almost ten. We’ll sing a bit longer, then I’ll take Tangtang home.”

“You know where she lives?” Shi Shi asked.

“Not the old Xia family home?” Shi You replied. “That was before yesterday. She’s married now—call her wife.”

Shi Shi took Xia Mintang’s phone and attempted facial recognition to unlock it.

“Which one’s her wife?” Shi Shi scrolled through the contacts, finding nothing labeled “Qin Yan,” “Dear,” or “Wife.”

At that moment, the private room door knocked in a steady rhythm.

Shi Shi thought it was someone bringing snacks and opened the door—but was shocked to see who it was.

“Ms… Qin.”

Even knowing this was her friend’s wife, Shi Shi couldn’t treat Qin Yan as an ordinary person.

It could be the aura she exuded—or perhaps the legendary stories Classmate C had told.

Qin Yan, polite but firm, said, “I’m here to take Tangtang home.”

She noticed Xia Mintang sleeping on Shi You’s lap and her expression darkened slightly.

The music continued, and everyone recognized Qin Yan, pausing their activities but not daring to approach.

This was Xia Mintang’s wife—the so-called powerful woman.

Qin Yan nodded slightly, walked past Shi You, slipped one arm under Xia Mintang’s knees and the other around her back, and lifted her effortlessly.

Shi You felt the weight on her legs lighten, smiled politely, but Qin Yan’s gaze never left Xia Mintang. It was obvious how much she cared.

Qin Yan carried Xia Mintang’s bag, gave a brief farewell to everyone, and left.

No one dared to stop her.

The private room door closed, but the walls were not soundproof.

“Who called Xia Mintang’s wife here? Why didn’t anyone say more?”

“I didn’t.”
“Me neither.”
“Then it must have been a message from Tangtang before she passed out. She’s really clingy now that she’s married—she even mentioned divorce.”

Qin Yan walked further away, the voices in the room fading until only the word “divorce” remained.

Her grip on Xia Mintang tightened.

Xia Mintang shifted slightly, feeling restrained.

Qin Yan patted her gently on the backside—lightly but with authority—and it somehow made her settle down.

The cold wind outside dispersed some of the alcohol scent, bringing out the fragrance of calendula from Qin Yan.

Xia Mintang grabbed her arm, and her lips moved as if dreaming of something delicious.

Qin Yan silently looked at her for a while, then placed her in the Rolls-Royce’s front passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt.

“I’ll deal with you when we get home.”

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