The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 55

Less than a month after their wedding, their “couple time” had turned into a parent-child dynamic.

Xia Mingtang was in charge of affection, and Mimi was in charge of being the child.

Qin Yan tidied up the scattered cat toys, looking at the fluffy, chubby little creature comfortably nestled in her wife’s arms, occupying the spot that originally belonged to her.

Qin Yan’s eyes darkened with a hint of grievance, and her words were sharp: “Have you noticed it’s gotten even fatter lately?”

Xia Mingtang covered Mimi’s ears with her hands and shook her head, making a face that said, “A little kitten can’t hear such things.”

She spoke in a clipped voice, mimicking Mimi: “We’re not fat; we’re just fluffy.”

The two pairs of sparkling eyes looked at Qin Yan simultaneously, and the resemblance was uncanny.

Qin Yan was so touched by the cuteness that she tossed the cat toy aside and stepped forward to wrap her arms around her little wife’s waist, planting a long, lingering kiss.

Lately, because Qin Yan had been taking such good care of Mimi, she had earned considerable brownie points with Xia Mingtang.

These little displays of affection were now within the acceptable range.

At this moment, Xia Mingtang stood by the door. Qin Yan suddenly pressed her against it, and she didn’t resist. Instead, she tilted her neck to make it easier for Qin Yan.

Qin Yan was tempted by this obedient posture, and she traced Xia Mingtang’s soft lips with hers, wanting to press their bodies together everywhere.

“Meow~” Mimi, feeling crowded in the tight space, began squirming. Xia Mingtang let her down.

Qin Yan seized the now-free arm and moved in to take Mimi’s place.

“Ow~” Xia Mingtang cried out in pain from the sudden grip on her arm, and the kiss faltered.

“What’s wrong?” Qin Yan loosened her hold slightly, noticing Xia Mingtang pressing her arm with teary eyes, a puzzled expression on her face.

She remembered she hadn’t used much force a moment ago.

“I don’t know… my arm suddenly hurts,” Xia Mingtang replied, frowning slightly.

Qin Yan lifted the pale arm and examined it carefully. It looked flawless, without a single scratch.

She pressed lightly on it with her fingers, causing the delicate, pain-sensitive young lady to squeal, scaring Mimi into hiding in her cat bed.

“Could it be some internal injury?”

Being action-oriented, Qin Yan immediately called the family doctor.

Dr. Zhang had followed Qin Yan for many years and was familiar with all her scrapes and bruises.

Receiving the call, she quickly gathered her equipment and rushed to the West Well Villa.

She expected a lengthy consultation but, after seeing the patient, concluded in under five minutes, “Your arm is dislocated. Have you been lifting heavy objects recently?”

“Heavy objects? No,” Xia Mingtang replied, puzzled. She was used to being pampered; she never lifted anything over a pound at work.

Dr. Zhang checked again and confirmed, “Are you sure you haven’t lifted anything in the past two weeks? For your constitution, anything over ten pounds counts as heavy.”

“Not even ten pounds… not even one,” Xia Mingtang said firmly.

Qin Yan glanced at Mimi, who was now lounging in her cat bed, and asked, “Would this little guy count as heavy?”

Dr. Zhang looked at the nearly spherical Ragdoll cat and nearly reached out to pet her.

Regaining her professional composure, she declared seriously, “It counts.”

She turned to Xia Mingtang, asking, “How many times have you lifted her recently?”

Xia Mingtang was still recalling, but Dr. Zhang read her expression and got the answer: quite often.

She quickly wrote a prescription, advising, “It’s just a mild dislocation. Follow this medication and ice therapy, and you’ll recover within a week. But from now on, no heavy lifting. Your bones are too fragile.”

Xia Mingtang listened carefully, nodding seriously, but when she heard the last part, she nearly cried: “Even hugging the cat is not allowed?”

“This breed is heavy for you. Young people must take care of their bodies,” Dr. Zhang adjusted her half-frame glasses, her tone meaningful.

After sending Dr. Zhang off, Qin Yan found Xia Mingtang and Mimi exchanging a long, sorrowful gaze.

Though somewhat untimely, Qin Yan was secretly pleased.

She assumed a rational, comforting demeanor: “You heard the doctor’s advice, right? You can’t ignore it. You can’t hug her, but you can still look and pet her. No need to be so down.”

But looking or petting wasn’t as satisfying as hugging. Xia Mingtang stared at Mimi and finally concluded, “Do you think Mimi really should lose some weight?”

Mimi, lying on the sofa, seemed to understand and folded her ears down.

Qin Yan went to the next room for a scale, placed Mimi on it, and said, “6.5 kilograms. That’s normal for an adult female Ragdoll. Do you really want her below ten pounds?”

In just a few hours, their stance reversed. Qin Yan now firmly defended the cat’s right to its weight.

Xia Mingtang looked at the round, fluffy Mimi and sighed: “Alright, fine… for now.”

Then her eyes brightened with a newfound determination. She clenched a fist with one hand: “I’ve decided. Starting today, I’ll begin exercising to regain the freedom to hug Mimi.”

Back in Yun Town, Qin Yan had tried various methods to get Xia Mingtang to exercise, but all had failed.

Her new wife was affectionate in bed, cute and flirtatious, but her constitution was too weak.

Often, Qin Yan would be left unsatisfied because Xia Mingtang would faint before she could fully enjoy herself.

Now Xia Mingtang had realized it herself: she wanted to exercise. And the reason? To be able to hug Mimi!

Qin Yan felt a pang of jealousy and shot several glances at Mimi.

She reminded her softly, “Your arm is still dislocated.”

Xia Mingtang raised her arm, which still ached slightly, and sighed: “Then I’ll wait. Once my arm heals, I’ll start exercising immediately.”

That evening, after reading Mimi’s favorite bedtime story, Qin Yan took her to the cat house next door and locked the door.

The room was fully equipped, and Mimi could comfortably spend long periods alone.

Recently, Xia Mingtang had been so attached to Mimi that the cat house had almost become decoration.

Now, with “doctor’s orders” as a convenient excuse, the cat house finally got to shine.

At first, Xia Mingtang was reluctant, but seeing Mimi’s chubby, fluffy body, she silently consented.

With the cat settled, Qin Yan returned to the master bedroom.

Xia Mingtang, wearing a pink silk pajama set, leaned against the headboard playing a handheld game.

Her arm couldn’t exert force, so she couldn’t go out and enjoy herself; playing games at home was the next best thing.

It was early spring, and the temperature had risen. Her mid-length pajamas barely covered her knees, revealing her fair calves.

She was playing a shooting game—technically a novice but fully engaged.

Each bullet fired, whether hitting or not, made her body tense.

Her small legs had already kicked the thin blanket to the foot of the bed and were still moving.

Qin Yan entered, immediately noticing the faintly visible fabric between her white legs.

Her eyes darkened. She walked to the foot of the bed, grasping the delicate ankles.

Xia Mingtang fired a shot but couldn’t kick in sync and glared at the meddler.

Qin Yan, unaffected, ran her fingers along the smooth calves.

Xia Mingtang shivered, dropping the game and pushing Qin Yan’s shoulders with her hands.

Her strength was weak, and with her arm dislocated, she dared not use force, so her movements were a mix of resistance and submission.

Qin Yan held her smooth hips, nudging her closer, while teasing around her thighs.

These days, they had been busy with Mimi’s “parenting lessons” and hadn’t had proper wife-to-wife intimacy.

Xia Mingtang had wanted to finish her game, but her body remembered long-forgotten sensations, and she whimpered, pressing against Qin Yan’s hand.

Qin Yan was pleased with her reaction, deliberately moving slowly around her.

“Good girl, take off your clothes yourself,” she murmured, kissing her soft lips.

Xia Mingtang glared, dissatisfied with the service.

But she had no leverage, so she obediently complied.

The silk pajamas were tossed to the foot of the bed, revealing her smooth, white body.

Qin Yan immediately found the soft, firm flesh and lightly sucked.

Xia Mingtang trembled, pressing her head closer and exclaimed, “Why are you so slow today!”

The little fox was anxious. Qin Yan was delighted, playing a guerrilla-like game of teasing and denying release.

Xia Mingtang couldn’t endure and tears welled up, her eyes red and heart-melting.

Qin Yan felt a surge of affection, holding her tightly, when she suddenly felt a heavy weight on her back.

She lost her balance, and Xia Mingtang underneath was pressed awkwardly.

“Mimi?” Xia Mingtang, seeing the culprit, kicked Qin Yan’s leg in anger.

“You didn’t close the door?”

“I did!” Qin Yan looked up and saw the open window.

A cold wind blew through the crack, as chilly as her heart at that moment.

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