The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 52

Xia Mingtang was being driven out by her own grandmother. Fuming, she returned to her room and began tossing her belongings into a suitcase in a chaotic mess.

Qin Yan followed behind, helping pass her things over.

Every time Qin Yan handed her something, Xia Mingtang would grab it and toss another item aside, playing the part of the rebellious one.

At one point, Qin Yan picked up her frequently used gaming console and handed it to her. Xia Mingtang was about to toss it again, paused for two seconds, and then took it back.

She turned to glare at Qin Yan, her face full of displeasure. “Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?”

“I just want to help you pack,” Qin Yan said, her brows slightly furrowed, looking gentle and kind.

Xia Mingtang had been deceived by that outward appearance countless times before and was determined not to let her heart soften this time.

She turned her head sharply. “Hmph, your efforts are useless. I’m not going back with you. Even if Grandma drives me out, I can stay somewhere else.”

Qin Yan’s eyes flashed cold for a moment before returning to her usual gentle expression. “Other than the Xia family, do you have anywhere else to stay, Tangtang?”

Xia Mingtang felt underestimated. Unwilling to back down, she said, “Of course I do! There’s my senior’s place, Shi Shi’s house, Xiao You’s place—they’d all welcome me. I’ll have you know, I’m very popular and have plenty of options!”

Qin Yan subtly noted all the names in her mind but maintained a composed demeanor.

“However, living long-term at someone else’s place is inconvenient. And now that everyone knows you’re married, if you refuse to go home, people might think there’s a problem between us.”

“Do they even need to think that?” Xia Mingtang raised her eyebrows, genuinely surprised.

Qin Yan was momentarily speechless. Summoning her willpower, she resisted the urge to seize Xia Mingtang and teach her a lesson on the spot. Lowering her gaze, she said with a hint of sorrow, “If Tangtang has any issues with me, you can speak up. Don’t refuse to go home.”

Her deceptively innocent expression almost made Xia Mingtang feel guilty—but wait, wasn’t she the one being wronged?

Usually soft approaches worked on Xia Mingtang; before, Qin Yan’s strong stance made her try desperately to avoid confrontation.

Now that Qin Yan had softened, Xia Mingtang wondered if she had gone too far.

Seeing Qin Yan appear “completely obedient,” she gained confidence and boldness. Crossing her arms, she began her straightforward complaint.

“You asked me to say this! I hate being controlled and restricted, especially living with a control freak!”

“Control freak?” Qin Yan’s expression dimmed slightly, but her face remained calm. “If it’s about curfew, that can be discussed.”

“Discussed?” Xia Mingtang’s eyes lit up. “Then you can’t control my return time so strictly, or spank me on a whim!”

Qin Yan silently observed for two seconds, then nodded. “Fine.”

So easy to negotiate?

Xia Mingtang pushed further. “I also want to go out after work. Young people these days all have a nightlife!”

This time Qin Yan remained silent a bit longer but still nodded. “Okay.”

After two small victories, Xia Mingtang felt triumphant and continued to fight for her rights.

“You can’t control my eating, clothing, or daily life. Everything should revolve around what makes me happy!”

Qin Yan’s expression was unreadable. Afraid she wouldn’t agree, Xia Mingtang pressed on.

“You see, wanting someone to control you is excessive. It’s a kind of psychological disorder. I wouldn’t dare live with someone who has a mental problem.”

“Hm?” Qin Yan looked up at her, silently observing.

Xia Mingtang took out her phone, found the information she had researched earlier, and read it aloud carefully.

“Signs of excessive control include over-interfering in others’ actions and emotions, paying too much attention to others’ daily lives, and having high emotional dependence and need. Such behavior can damage relationships and hinder personal growth.”

She turned the phone toward Qin Yan. “See? Look how serious this is.”

Qin Yan stared at the screen, silent, her gaze darker.

Xia Mingtang assumed she was reflecting on herself and comforted her.

“But don’t worry too much. I checked, and this disorder can be treated. If you’re willing to actively work on your control issues, I can give you another chance.”

Qin Yan nodded solemnly. “I’m willing, but I don’t know where to start.”

Seeing her serious and softened attitude, Xia Mingtang retrieved her phone and continued reading.

“I found a relationship blogger who suggested ways to regulate excessive control: meditation and reflection, cultivating hobbies, controlled exposure to triggers…”

Looking at the long list of instructions, Xia Mingtang felt a headache coming.

Sighing, she said, “This is a big project. That’s okay—we’ll take it step by step.”

Qin Yan agreed. “Shall we start now?”

The first step: meditation and reflection. Xia Mingtang glanced around her messy room and made a decision.

“Better go home first. I’ll supervise you slowly.”

Back at the Xijing Villa, Qin Yan followed through as promised and actively cooperated.

Xia Mingtang, now like a freed peasant turned master, was nearly bursting with pride.

She pointed at the wardrobe. “Get a mat and meditate in the yard. Absorb the essence of heaven and earth—it’ll be more effective.”

Qin Yan placed a cushion by the swing in the yard and sat cross-legged.

The sun was setting, and its last rays fell in patches across the yard. Qin Yan closed her eyes, looking serene and solemn.

Luckily, the servants had finished their chores and were resting; otherwise, seeing this scene would have seemed odd.

But Xia Mingtang, the culprit, felt nothing unusual.

She sat on the swing, enjoying the quiet, and put on a recording of a Buddhist mantra as background music.

Reading from the blogger’s notes, she recited aloud:

“Empty your mind, enter a selfless state. Calmly reflect on why you have such strong control needs. Is it fear of the unknown? A lack of security? Understanding the root is the first step to change…”

She read every word precisely, the mantra playing in sync with her recitation.

Qin Yan opened her eyes, expression neutral.

Xia Mingtang approached. “Did your meditation reveal anything?”

Qin Yan recalled seriously, “I entered a white, empty world, nothing at all inside.”

“And then?”

“I kept walking endlessly. No matter how far I went, the vast expanse of white never ended.”

What did that mean?

Xia Mingtang was confused and couldn’t find any explanation on the blogger’s page.

“How do you feel now?”

“I feel exhausted from walking.”

That night, Xia Mingtang leaned against the headboard, playing on her phone—not reading relationship blogs this time, but researching dreams.

Qin Yan had clearly been dreaming, but the meaning was unclear. Xia Mingtang puzzled over it.

“Not tired?” Xia Mingtang asked.

Qin Yan looked at her innocently. “I just had such a long dream, I can’t sleep now.”

How did that work?

Xia Mingtang deleted her draft search and typed “withdrawal symptoms.”

Sure enough, Qin Yan’s explanation matched the research: forcibly changing a long-standing habit can cause withdrawal reactions, including anxiety, irritability, insomnia, and loss of appetite.

The problem was serious.

Xia Mingtang’s face showed concern. “What should we do?”

Before she could continue searching, Qin Yan gave the answer.

“The most direct way to alleviate withdrawal is to do familiar things in familiar settings. That recalls comfortable memories, and all the negative reactions disappear.”

Makes sense.

Xia Mingtang prompted, “Then think—what do you usually do at this time, in this place?”

Qin Yan slowly moved closer, her breath warm. “I need your cooperation.”

Before Xia Mingtang realized, Qin Yan’s hand gripped her tightly.

Warm breath brushed her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of her pajamas and cupped her intimately.

Her sensitive body, starved for half a month, reacted instantly. Heart racing, she stammered, “I… haven’t agreed to cooperate yet.”

But it was too late—she was pinned on the soft bed.

Qin Yan held her firmly, exploring her most sensitive spots, voice gentle as ever.

“This is a long process. I’m already experiencing withdrawal. If it’s not relieved in time, there could be other consequences. So, Tangtang… is it okay?”

How polite and reasonable. How could she refuse?

Xia Mingtang closed her eyes and went limp. “Then hurry up.”

Qin Yan complied, hands exploring the most intimate areas, stirring storms within the lace of her clothing.

Xia Mingtang had no time to react. A surge of tingling ran through her body, leaving her floating, anchored only by clutching the bedsheet.

She hadn’t expected it to start so fast!

The night was spent in recalled memories of earlier days, until exhaustion overcame her, and she fainted while clutching Qin Yan’s hand.

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