The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 48

At dinner, Xia Mingtang assumed the role of hostess, enthusiastically using the serving chopsticks to place food into Ran Shu’s bowl.

“Jiejie, this Longjing Shrimp is Master Zhang’s family recipe—fresh and silky. It’s my favorite, you should try it.”

“Jiejie, this West Lake Vinegar Fish is also delicious. I don’t even know how to describe it, but it’s definitely tasty.”

“Jiejie, and this Three-Delicacy Eel—try this too.”

…

With Xia Mingtang’s passionate hospitality, Ran Shu’s bowl soon piled up into a small mountain.

In truth, Xia Mingtang’s intentions were simple. Ran Shu was not only her client and financial backer but also a guest in the house, so of course she should be treated well.

Normally she wouldn’t be so attentive, but what could she say—seeing a beautiful woman put her in a good mood.

From the seat beside her came a heavy chill. Ran Shu noticed it, but the clueless culprit remained completely oblivious.

“Tangtang, look—Ayan’s bowl is still empty.” Ran Shu gently reminded her.

Hearing this, Xia Mingtang glanced at Qin Yan, puzzled. “Are you dieting today?”

When Qin Yan didn’t respond, Xia Mingtang took it as confirmation. She pushed a plate of Eight-Treasure Cakes toward her. “Then just have some dessert.”

Pfft!

It was Ran Shu’s first time seeing her cousin-in-law eat a loss like this. She wanted to laugh but held it in.

Afraid Xia Mingtang would keep piling food into her bowl, Ran Shu quickly fibbed, “I’m dieting too.”

“Jiejie, with such a good figure, you don’t need to diet at all.” Xia Mingtang said sincerely, but respected her wishes and stopped serving her.

Meanwhile, Qin Yan—whose body fat percentage was actually 2% lower than Ran Shu’s—sat in silence: …

With two out of the three people at the table “on a diet,” Xia Mingtang sighed at the untouched feast. This generation really lacks fighting spirit.

Qin Yan, who had stayed quiet all meal, was practically radiating ice shards.

Seeing one foolish and the other brooding, Ran Shu took the initiative to steer the conversation.

“Tangtang, the necklace on your neck looks pretty. Is it custom-made?”

Xia Mingtang lowered her gaze to the birdcage necklace resting against her chest, then took it off and handed it to Ran Shu.

“Does it look nice? Qin Yan gave it to me. I don’t know where she found it. Do you like it, Jiejie?”

Her tone suggested that if Ran Shu said yes, she might just give it away on the spot.

Ran Shu cupped the necklace in one hand, pressing her finger lightly against the jade base, and her suspicions were confirmed.

Her eyes swept across the couple’s faces before she handed the necklace back. “It looks perfect on you.”

For the first time that evening, Qin Yan finally spoke, her tone edged with hostility.

“If you like it, I can share the seller’s information with you.”

“Alright.” Ran Shu nodded. “By the way, Ayan, didn’t you say you had something for me? Take me to see it?”

And so, the two cousins left the table together, leaving Xia Mingtang behind, muttering: Since when did this stingy devil turn so tight-fisted? If Ran Shu likes it, shouldn’t she just buy her another one?

Ran Shu and Qin Yan entered the study. After what had just happened at the table, there was no need to play coy anymore.

When Qin Yan closed the door, Ran Shu cut straight to the point. “That necklace Tangtang was just wearing…”

Qin Yan was even blunter. “Since you’ve figured it out, then I’ll trouble you to keep this secret.”

It was a built-in micro-tracker. The two of them had used such devices countless times during their days in Country M—usually for gathering intelligence or ensuring personal safety.

Ran Shu never expected that one day her cousin would use something like this—on the person closest to her.

At that moment, she realized she didn’t truly know her cousin as well as she thought.

“I’m curious, in your eyes… what exactly is Tangtang? A wife? Or a little pet?”

“She’s the most important person to me.” Qin Yan’s voice was calm, but her eyes burned with a consuming fire.

Ran Shu saw it clearly: love and desire, so intense they could melt everything—destructive, all-consuming.

She drew in a deep breath and reminded her gently, “I know you’re cautious, insecure even. But who puts surveillance on their own wife? If Tangtang finds out…”

“She won’t, as long as you don’t tell her.” Qin Yan cut her off, unwilling to hear more.

Ran Shu knew her cousin’s personality well—persuasion was useless. “Fine, I won’t say a word. But you’d better watch yourself. Shen An is waiting for me. I’ll head back now—say goodbye to Tangtang for me.”

When Qin Yan found Xia Mingtang, she was in the bathroom washing her hands.

Qin Yan entered, set her coat on the counter, and shut the door behind her.

Xia Mingtang frowned. “It’s just washing my hands. Did you really need to close the door?”

Qin Yan said nothing, only slipping her long, slender fingers under the water to rinse.

Seeing her unresponsive, Xia Mingtang turned to leave.

But before her hand could touch the doorknob, she was yanked back with irresistible force.

Qin Yan pressed her against the counter, trapping her there.

Before she could react, Qin Yan pulled a pair of leather handcuffs from her coat pocket and fastened her hands to the faucet.

Bound, Xia Mingtang panicked and hissed, “Are you crazy? We still have guests at home!”

Qin Yan didn’t tell her that the guest had already left.

One hand gripped her waist, the other deftly undoing the buttons of her trousers. Pressing her chin into the curve of her shoulder, Qin Yan’s voice dripped with danger.

“You came home seventeen minutes late today.”

So that’s what this is about? Xia Mingtang thought she was being ridiculous. Flattened against the counter, she still tried to argue. “That’s because I was giving Ran Shu Jiejie a ride—”

“You’re not allowed to call anyone else Jiejie.”

Before she could finish, her pants and underwear were yanked down, and a sharp smack landed on her bare skin.

Xia Mingtang jolted, her belly collapsing against the counter, nearly crying out—only to bite her tongue, remembering someone might still be around outside.

Normally, whenever she was punished, she would wail and protest nonstop, her voice sweet and clear.

But now, holding it in, she presented a new kind of temptation.

Qin Yan’s hand caressed the reddened skin gently, and just as Xia Mingtang relaxed, another harsh slap struck.

“You even took the necklace off.”

“That’s because Ran Shu Jiejie—” She cut herself off mid-sentence, but it was already too late.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Several crisp strikes echoed in the air.

Xia Mingtang gritted her teeth, but muffled sobs still escaped, tears streaming down along with other fluid.

Qin Yan seized her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze in the mirror, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief before kissing the corner of her eye with deceptive tenderness.

“If you love calling someone Jiejie so much, then call me. Call me ‘Jiejie,’ and I’ll go easier.”

Another strike fell.

Xia Mingtang took the chance to bite down hard on Qin Yan’s hand. “Don’t you think this fetish of yours is sick?”

Qin Yan only drew back, licking the bite mark, dangerous light flashing in her eyes.

Her hand pressed down again, forcing compliance, waiting.

Xia Mingtang thought she had endured enough these past few days. But still, she wasn’t let go.

Determined to show backbone, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Just beat me to death already.”

But instead of another strike, Qin Yan suddenly released her and walked out, leaving the bathroom door ajar.

Xia Mingtang blinked. Wait—what? At least take off the cuffs!

She was still shackled to the faucet, pants around her knees, completely exposed, unable to even stand properly.

Cold air rushed in through the open door, chilling her bare skin.

A moment ago, she had wished Qin Yan would just leave. Now that she really had, panic rose in her chest.

If Ran Shu happened to pass by and saw her like this, she’d never live it down.

Her fear mounted, and tears spilled unchecked.

Thankfully, Qin Yan didn’t stay away long. Soon she returned, carrying two ice packs.

“Let me go!” Xia Mingtang cried as soon as she saw her, struggling against the cuffs.

Instead, Qin Yan supported her waist with one hand and pressed an ice pack against her reddened skin with the other.

Xia Mingtang shivered from the cold, confused by this sudden gentleness, for once staying quiet.

“Does it hurt?” Qin Yan asked softly, her tone completely different from moments before.

“It hurts!” Xia Mingtang whimpered pitifully, tears springing anew.

This little fox was never meant to be coaxed—coddling only made her more spoiled.

But the ice packs had been specially treated with medicinal herbs, accelerating recovery. Under Qin Yan’s care, the angry red marks visibly faded.

Xia Mingtang had stayed silent through the punishment, but now she kept whining about the pain, hoping to guilt Qin Yan.

Instead, Qin Yan suddenly tossed the packs aside.

Two fingers pressed against her most sensitive spot. “Does it still hurt?”

A tremor shot through Xia Mingtang as moisture instantly coated Qin Yan’s hand.

“You—!” she stammered, humiliated and angry.

So this is why you iced me down first? To keep going?!

Qin Yan gave her no chance to protest, one hand gripping her firmly, the other relentlessly tormenting her weakest point.

“If it hurts, I’ll ease it for you.”

Under the alternating cruelty and tenderness, Xia Mingtang’s body surrendered, climax crashing over her.

In front of the brightly lit vanity mirror, she could see herself: hair disheveled, face flushed and streaked with tears, clothes in disarray, half-naked, completely undone.

While behind her, Qin Yan stood pristine in her silk blouse, sleeves rolled neatly, eyes cold as she looked at her through the mirror—two figures in stark contrast.

The sight made Xia Mingtang’s shame deepen, and to her horror, more heat flooded out.

Qin Yan noticed at once, twisting her fingers slightly.

“Ah!” Xia Mingtang collapsed against her hand, unable to hold back.

Finally, she broke. “Qin Yan, I was wrong—I was wrong! Please stop!”

But Qin Yan’s expression remained unreadable, her hand still working her mercilessly.

“Wrong? And what should you call me?”

Shaking, Xia Mingtang surrendered completely, sobbing.

“Jiejie, I was wrong! I was wrong, Jiejie—Jiejie!”

Over and over, she cried it out, until the bathroom floor was slick with evidence of her surrender.

Only then did Qin Yan finally unlock the cuffs.

She gathered the utterly spent little fox into her arms, kissed her trembling lips, and whispered with gentle yet unshakable dominance:

“Tangtang, you belong to me.”

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