The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 45

The Rolls-Royce drove through the night, and the slightly cool evening breeze finally helped the intoxicated person regain some clarity.

The car pulled into the villa, and Qin Yan turned to unfasten Xia Mingtang’s seatbelt.

Xia Mingtang looked at the face so close in front of her—her brows and eyes were like a painting, noble and elegant, yet… her expression was too cold.

Her alcohol-fogged mind hadn’t fully processed the situation yet. Acting before thinking, she reached out her hands and lifted the corners of Qin Yan’s lips, forcing a smile.

Qin Yan didn’t utter a word, silently staring back at her, her gaze deeper than the night sky.

Such eyes, paired with that expression, were genuinely eerie.

Xia Mingtang played with Qin Yan’s face for a while. Seeing that the other didn’t seem pleased, she realized belatedly, “Are you angry?”

“Do you think so?”

It was the first sentence Qin Yan had said to her since she woke up.

Xia Mingtang recalled her own behavior—drinking after work and causing Qin Yan to come pick her up in the middle of the night.

Thinking from the other’s perspective, if she were relaxing at home and someone suddenly called her out, she’d indeed be annoyed.

“I’m sorry.”

Xia Mingtang apologized sheepishly, seeing Qin Yan’s expression soften slightly, and continued sincerely:

“If I go out late again, I’ll just stay at a friend’s place for the night. I promise I won’t disturb you anymore.”

This one sentence turned Qin Yan’s face dark as a pot bottom.

What’s happening?

Xia Mingtang’s head felt dizzy again. She couldn’t understand it. But as a biological instinct, she sensed danger—this wasn’t a place to linger.

She opened the car door, stumbling out like a little fox rescued from a barrel of alcohol.

Qin Yan watched her flustered back, but didn’t immediately go after her. She simply observed Xia Mingtang as she entered the villa and went upstairs.

Xia Mingtang fumbled her way back to the bedroom, sniffed the alcohol and some perfume lingering on her clothes, and decided to take a shower to relax.

The temperature-controlled bathtub was just right. After washing her hair, Xia Mingtang leaned against the edge, drifting toward sleep.

What woke her again was the body that crowded the bathtub.

Xia Mingtang was startled, “How did you get in?”

She distinctly remembered closing the door.

Qin Yan didn’t bother answering such an obvious question.

She grabbed some body wash, lathered it in her hand, and began applying it along Xia Mingtang’s collarbone downwards.

The hands were icy and slippery, sending shivers down Xia Mingtang’s spine.

Seeing the other’s “helpful” attitude, Xia Mingtang said, “Thanks, but I can do it myself.”

Qin Yan looked at her once and continued her cleaning.

This person is really stubborn!

But compared to the daytime, this was relatively proper and innocent. No teasing or mischief in sensitive areas.

Xia Mingtang took it as genuine help and didn’t stop her.

After all, she had endured similar things earlier that day; this wasn’t a big deal.

But ten minutes later, she realized it wasn’t as simple as she thought.

“Are you trying to scrub my skin off?”

Who scrubs over and over again like this?

She knew Qin Yan had some cleanliness obsession and had tolerated it before. But now, her whole body was already extremely clean, almost reddened from scrubbing, yet Qin Yan still wasn’t satisfied!

Xia Mingtang saw Qin Yan lowering her head without a word, doing as she pleased, and finally got upset.

She struggled toward the edge of the bathtub, “I don’t need your help anymore. Go out!”

Qin Yan finally raised her eyes. Normally calm and gentle, her gaze now glowed with a reddish hue.

With one hand, she grabbed Xia Mingtang’s ankle, pulling her into her arms. With just one arm and a leg, she held her securely.

Xia Mingtang, restrained hand and foot, felt the smooth body behind her pressing close, an intimate closeness that sent shivers down her spine.

Qin Yan held both of Xia Mingtang’s wrists with one hand, picked up a bottle of red wine from the shelf with the other, and took a leisurely sip.

So… she restrained me in the bathtub just to watch her drink?

Xia Mingtang was completely confused by Qin Yan’s unusual behavior. Before she could react, icy fingers pinched her jaw, and wine, mouth to mouth, was poured into her.

She was force-fed several sips, coughing violently.

The glass emptied, and Qin Yan set it aside, studying the little fox in her arms.

Her naturally captivating peach blossom eyes were now tinged with tears, the soft, pale lips still smeared with wine, looking scolding yet tempting.

Qin Yan rubbed her thumb over those tender lips, repeatedly tracing and teasing them into a more vivid color.

She leaned closer to the over-cleaned body, sniffed softly, and finally showed a satisfied expression.

Wrapping her hands around the white neck, she whispered by her ear with a low growl:

“Tang Tang… be good. From now on, you’re not allowed to carry anyone else’s scent.”

Xia Mingtang: ?

How much did she drink? She seems even drunker than me.

Fortunately, after this, Qin Yan didn’t trouble her further.

Xia Mingtang, feeling magnanimous, didn’t argue with a drunk.

Taking advantage of Qin Yan being distracted, she quickly escaped the embrace, climbed out of the bathtub, wrapped herself in a towel, and ran out.

There was no one else on the second floor, so she grabbed a random set of sleepwear from the wardrobe and hid in the study.

Before changing, she carefully locked the door.

Let the other person sober up in the bathtub a little longer.

After changing into clean sleepwear, she used the hairdryer and stifled a big yawn.

So sleepy… she wondered if the other had calmed down yet. She decided to rest on the sofa.

She removed her slippers and lay down like a plush bear.

But soon, she heard the sound of the door handle turning.

Why is this person so persistent?

Xia Mingtang turned over to complain, only to be pressed onto the sofa by Qin Yan.

Sitting at the edge of the sofa, Qin Yan’s eyes were deep and inscrutable.

“Tang Tang, you left me twice tonight.”

So what?

Hearing this, Xia Mingtang got angry, “If you weren’t acting so weird, would I even run? I hate you right now. I don’t want to be with you.”

That last sentence completely infuriated Qin Yan.

She grabbed one wrist, producing the pink leather handcuffs she had prepared earlier.

Xia Mingtang stared in disbelief as Qin Yan handcuffed her hands together. Her weak resistance felt like a kitten scratching at an itch.

“You’re crazy!” Xia Mingtang raised her hands, trying to struggle.

The handcuffs fit her wrists perfectly, leaving no gaps.

Inside, a soft lining protected her skin as much as possible.

But being cuffed this way was far from comfortable.

“Open it for me, or else!” she threatened, holding her hands before Qin Yan.

Qin Yan leaned down, but instead of unlocking the cuffs, she pulled down Xia Mingtang’s cotton sleep shorts along with her underwear.

“Maybe I’ve been too easy-going before, letting you misunderstand me.”

With that, a firm hand landed on her rounded, elastic buttocks, leaving a shallow red mark.

Xia Mingtang: !

She actually spanked me! Even her grandmother never did this.

Fuming, she bit Qin Yan’s arm.

This time, Qin Yan didn’t indulge her. She had her turn over, hands on the edge of the sofa, kneeling across her lap.

Before she could resist, another smack landed, this time harder than before.

“Disobedient children need punishment.”

“Smack!” A second hit landed on the other side, crisp and clear.

“No going out alone this late.”

Another smack landed between her thighs.

“No ignoring me for hours.”

The smacks rained continuously:

“No getting too close to others.”

“No leaving me behind.”

“No saying you hate me.”

…

Qin Yan’s state was unlike her usual self. Her eyes red, as if trapped in a nightmare.

No matter how Xia Mingtang struggled, she held her firmly, the smacks alternating between soft and hard, until both of her pale mounds were reddened.

Xia Mingtang cursed violently at first, “Bastard… beast!” But eventually, she couldn’t even curse, and tears streamed uncontrollably.

Her hands cuffed, her delicate body kneeling over the sofa, the sharp pain of the smacks contrasted with the cool air brushing her intimate area, creating a strange sensation.

A few drops of clear liquid fell onto the sofa, unnoticed by no one—certainly not by Qin Yan, who extended a hand.

“What now? The sofa’s all dirty because of you, Tang Tang?”

That’s YOUR fault!

Just as Xia Mingtang was about to retort, Qin Yan’s hand covered her, blocking her words.

“Tang Tang, hold it in. Another drop, and you’ll get more.”

The trembling little flower struggled to resist, fearing more punishment if the sofa got dirtier.

How could one hold back? The other’s fingers continued teasing, pressing, and massaging, until a small puddle formed in her palm.

Qin Yan moved her hand in front of Xia Mingtang’s eyes, a mixture of teasing and danger in her voice:

“So many drops… what should we do, Tang Tang?”

Xia Mingtang, pouting with her bare butt kneeling on the sofa, felt the dull pain of the smacks beneath her.

She couldn’t imagine if all the hits fell at once—what a scene it would be.

“Stop spanking me! I’m sorry!”

Her face tear-stained, she didn’t even know what she was apologizing for, but a good girl doesn’t suffer loss unnecessarily.

Seeing the little fox in tears, Qin Yan finally softened.

“Since you understand now, we’ll let it go for now.”

She unlocked the handcuffs, kissed the reddened wrists, and held her close, soothing the sore spots.

“Good girl… you’re not allowed to leave me.”

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