The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 54

If time could go back, Qin Yan would definitely choose to return to the moment right after the cat sports event, pull out a check, hand it to the cat’s owner, and say:

“Run! Hold your cat and run as fast and as far as you can!”

A new member had joined the family, and Xia Mingtang was overjoyed. She directed Qin Yan to buy a series of cat supplies:

Cat bed, cat sofa, cat climbing frame, cat tent, automatic water dispenser, automatic feeder, automatic litter box…

With superhuman efficiency, in just one hour, she transformed the guest bedroom next to the master bedroom into a cozy little world for Mimi.

And that wasn’t all—she even dragged a cat bed into the master bedroom at the foot of the bed.

Qin Yan protested, saying, “Cats need their own territory. They don’t like sticking too close to humans. Besides, it’s a big cat—don’t you think the room is a bit cramped?”

Meanwhile, Mimi had already enthusiastically climbed into her little bed, found a comfortable position, and swung her tail contentedly. Her watery blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the two humans.

To Xia Mingtang, this was clearly Mimi being affectionate toward her; to Qin Yan, it was a provocation.

Xia Mingtang looked around the master bedroom—which was several times bigger than an ordinary living room—and disagreed with Qin Yan.

“There’s plenty of space for Mimi to run and play. How is it cramped? And how is she big? She’s not even a year old yet, the age when she needs companionship.”

As she spoke, she crouched down and scratched Mimi’s neck. Mimi obediently lifted her chin and purred loudly.

Xia Mingtang, who had never been treated with such affection by a cat, was nearly moved to tears. She buried her face in the cat again and showered it with kisses.

Qin Yan felt her own position in the household was seriously threatened. She glared at Mimi multiple times, hoping the chubby fellow would understand.

But Mimi seemed to misunderstand, rolling over several times in her bed, exposing her fluffy white belly, and letting out a particularly cute “meow.”

Seeing Xia Mingtang almost bury her face in Mimi’s belly, Qin Yan quickly picked her up and said seriously:

“You’re right. The cat is young, so her immunity is low. Being too close to humans could make her sick.”

This actually scared Xia Mingtang a bit. She looked at Mimi reluctantly and nodded thoughtfully:

“That makes sense. From now on, whenever we enter the room, we need to disinfect! The whole room must be disinfected!”

This was what Qin Yan meant by “digging a pit for yourself”—she now had a deep understanding.

She spent half a day supervising the house staff to disinfect every corner of the villa.

Now, even when she returned to her own room, she hadn’t stepped inside before her wife stopped her:

“Did you disinfect?”

“Yes, yes.” Qin Yan looked up with some grievance, only to see the culprit, Mimi, approaching and lying down in place, meowing several times.

The wooden floor was now polished to a shine and repeatedly disinfected.

Mimi rolled on it, and Xia Mingtang was completely at ease.

Her long fur was smooth, and her trimmed pink paws rested on Qin Yan’s slippers, seemingly refusing to let her move.

Xia Mingtang frowned slightly and picked Mimi up, stroking her ears while scolding gently:

“I told you so many times not to touch her slippers—it’s unhygienic.”

Qin… unhygienic… Yan: …

Mimi lowered her head, pretending to be an obedient cat.

Seeing this, Xia Mingtang softened immediately, kissing Mimi’s face in consolation:

“Good girl, I wasn’t really scolding you. Just pay attention next time.”

Mimi seemed to understand and nodded her furry little head.

Watching this one-human-one-cat affection, Qin Yan felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

She recently discovered that her little fox (Xia Mingtang) was the type to respond to softness rather than toughness, which required Qin Yan to employ her own subtle acting skills.

Unexpectedly, before she could completely ensnare her, a “Cheng Yaojin” appeared mid-path: the cat’s acting far surpassed hers.

An honest person could try their hardest, but they couldn’t compete with a cunning cat’s innate talent.

Mostly because that furry face and big eyes were deceptively cute—just sitting there quietly and staring was enough to win from the start.

Qin Yan never imagined that one day she would be competing for affection with a cat, but now was not the time to worry about pride.

“Tangtang,” she reached out and hooked Xia Mingtang’s sleeve, her brows slightly furrowed, voice soft with a hint of vulnerability.

Xia Mingtang looked up. “What’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

Qin Yan shook her head slightly but silently snatched Mimi into her hands.

“It’s not that I’m unwell. It’s just that you’ve spent the whole day revolving around Mimi. Weren’t you supposed to help me treat my controlling tendencies?”

Xia Mingtang thought to herself: You’re doing great now, aren’t you?

But she didn’t say anything, not wanting to make Qin Yan proud.

Stopping a plan halfway is never ideal.

After a few seconds of thought, she said:

“The second step of treating controlling tendencies is cultivating hobbies—shifting attention away from controlling others and toward other activities. Perfect timing: now you can cultivate a hobby of raising a cat.”

Qin Yan: ?

And it comes back to the cat again.

She glared at the furry little one in her hands, speechless: “How can raising a cat cultivate a hobby? Isn’t it just placing a bed and pouring food?”

Xia Mingtang frowned. “Saying it like that is irresponsible, like parents who drop a child at home and only care about feeding them.”

She stroked Mimi’s chin seriously:

“Mimi is still very young. Her whole life will be tied to us. Raising a cat isn’t just about food—it’s about caring for her mental well-being, so she can live a happy life, however short.”

Xia Mingtang’s words were sincere, and Qin Yan immediately caught the key point, her eyes glistening:

“You just said Mimi is our child, and we’ll be together for life.”

Xia Mingtang: ?

Did I just mean that?

She glanced at the obedient Mimi in Qin Yan’s arms, paused for several seconds, and organized her words carefully:

“Mimi is my child, but considering your need to treat your controlling tendencies, I’m giving you a chance to raise her. This way, Mimi can have a happy life, and your attention can be redirected—it benefits both humans and cats.”

Mimi didn’t understand the humans’ words, only snuggling into Qin Yan’s palm.

Qin Yan felt a soft weight in her hands, and the hostility she felt toward the furry one eased. The weight suddenly felt very heavy—heavy enough to forge a lifelong bond.

“Okay, we’ll raise Mimi together.”

This was not Qin Yan’s first time raising a cat, but it was the first time raising a child with someone she loved.

This statement was not exaggerated.

Xia Mingtang, a usually carefree and self-indulgent young lady, displayed unprecedented patience and love for the little furry one.

For example, now she brought a stack of children’s books and looked at Qin Yan:

“These are the hundred favorite bedtime stories for cats I specially collected. From now on, you’ll read one to Mimi every night.”

Why have Qin Yan read them? Naturally, because her voice was gentle and clear, perfect for soothing.

Qin Yan looked at the colorful covers, curious: “Where did you get a hundred bedtime stories for a cat?”

“I have my ways,” Xia Mingtang said, selecting a pink-covered book from her pile. “Let’s start with the first story tonight.”

Qin Yan opened the book, glanced at the wall clock, and asked, “It’s only nine in the evening. Are you sure Mimi should sleep so early?”

“Sure,” Xia Mingtang nodded seriously. “Early to bed, early to rise is healthy. Mimi is still very young and can’t stay up late.”

“I don’t know who said that before, young people hardly go to bed early,” Qin Yan muttered to herself.

Xia Mingtang was quickly proven right, and argued further: “I’m already an adult. Mimi isn’t even a year old. Naturally, she must go to bed early.”

Even though a one-year-old cat is considered adult, Xia Mingtang insisted on treating Mimi as a child. Qin Yan didn’t argue over such trivial matters.

Using her jade-like fingers, she opened the book and called to the cat on the bed:

“Mimi, come listen to a story.”

Mimi, lying in the cat bed, flicked her huge tail lazily and didn’t intend to move.

Xia Mingtang picked her up and sat on the bed, signaling Qin Yan: “You read.”

Qin Yan looked at the simple illustrations and began reading with a voice like mountain spring water:

“In a small cabin in the forest lived a little cat and a big mouse. They played and learned together every day, inseparable…”

The story was simple and heartwarming—boring for a preteen, but just right for an adult like Xia Mingtang.

Qin Yan’s gentle voice, slowed down, created a soothing, soul-cleansing effect.

Xia Mingtang listened, eyes half-closed, finally relaxing after days of constant tension.

As Qin Yan continued reading, she supported the sleepy Xia Mingtang’s head on her shoulder.

Xia Mingtang was drowsy, but Mimi, lying on her lap, was full of energy. Her big blue eyes stared wide open.

Qin Yan held Xia Mingtang close while gently guiding Mimi back into her own bed.

Mimi reluctantly left the warmth but did not return to her bed. Instead, she sat upright at the side of the bed, tilting her head.

Xia Mingtang’s arms suddenly felt empty, and she reached out unconsciously—Qin Yan caught her in a protective embrace, holding her tighter.

Mimi tilted her head the whole time, her gaze never leaving the two humans, coincidentally locking eyes with Qin Yan.

“You naughty cat,” Qin Yan silently mouthed, hugging the one in her arms.

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