The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 66

An Ran submitted her resignation in the morning and left at noon.

She packed up quickly, leaving nothing behind—clearly, she had made up her mind long ago.

Xia Mingtang felt reluctant in her heart, but seeing Anran was resolute, she could only respect her decision.

She stood by the blinds, watching Anran’s departing figure—slim, capable, aloof, just as she had been years ago.

The general manager’s office was neatly organized. Anran’s personal belongings were minimal, mostly office supplies belonging to the company.

Xia Mingtang sat in the boss’s chair and noticed the computer hadn’t been turned off.

She tapped the keyboard lightly, and the monitor lit up again. In the lower right corner, the QQ icon blinked continuously.

Reason told her this was Anran’s privacy.

She moved the mouse toward the icon, about to close the software, but the first few words of a message caught her attention.

K: Today is the final deadline. I hope you remember your promise.

Final deadline? What does that mean?

Xia Mingtang hovered over K’s avatar—a misty snow-covered mountain, a common landscape photo, but somehow it looked familiar.

She wanted to ask what the message meant, but then remembered this was Anran’s account. Instead, she discreetly saved the sender’s business card information.

At this moment, Anran replied to the person. Due to cloud synchronization, Xia Mingtang could see it instantly.

Ann: Already on my way to the airport.

Xia Mingtang: ……

Final deadline… on the way to the airport…

Judging from the context, it seemed someone was pressuring Anran to leave.

Xia Mingtang couldn’t care about morality or privacy now; her curiosity drove her to scroll up to check their chat history.

Unfortunately, there was only this one line of conversation.

She logged out of Anran’s account, intending to privately investigate who K was.

If she could discover who had threatened Anran to leave, she could naturally figure out the reason behind it.

She contacted a detective agency she had cooperated with before. Just as she sent the message, her phone rang.

It was Qin Yan. After some usual playful chatter, she kindly told Xia Mingtang she could return home later than usual today.

Xia Mingtang: ?

Has this person changed?

In the past, Xia Mingtang would have been thrilled to wander outside all day.

But today, she had no mood for fun. If Qin Yan allowed her to stay out longer, she insisted on returning home early!

By six in the evening, she had driven back to the West Well Villa.

Seeing the villa festively decorated, she froze for a moment. Did I come to the wrong place?

Qin Yan was originally outside, directing the staff to hang decorations. Seeing Xia Mingtang arrive, her eyes curved like a crescent moon.

She stepped forward, holding Xia Mingtang’s hands, her voice tender:

“Tang Tang, do you like the decorations this way?”

Xia Mingtang looked up. Crystal figurines, pink ribbons, and LED lights flashing—
a bit… over the top.

She was no longer eleven or twelve years old.

Looking at Qin Yan, she asked, “Have you recently had some good news or something?”

Qin Yan’s happiness overflowed from her expression. She leaned in and left a kiss on Xia Mingtang’s forehead.

“Tomorrow is your twenty-fourth birthday, Tang Tang. Being able to spend your second zodiac year with you—isn’t that the best news?”

Xia Mingtang stepped back, pretending to wipe her forehead with disdain.

This person is… too cheesy.

Fortunately, the staff were used to the couple occasionally showing affection and continued working without looking.

Qin Yan, still immersed in joy, continued talking:

*”I originally wanted to book Haosheng Hotel for your birthday party, but then I thought our home is spacious enough.

“Since we got married, you haven’t invited friends over yet. This is the perfect opportunity to do so.”*

She handed over a thick guest list on the table.

The list was printed on festive crimson cards, giving the birthday party a wedding-like grandeur.

Xia Mingtang had always enjoyed lively events. She had invited familiar friends to her old family home before, but after marriage, either because of Qin Yan’s possessiveness or her subconscious doubts about the marriage, she hadn’t invited anyone to her new home.

Whenever she met friends outside, she never brought her spouse.

So even those who attended her wedding knew she was married, yet it didn’t feel any different from before.

She originally planned to let Qin Yan handle the birthday entirely, simply attending herself.

As for her close friends, she would meet them later anyway and didn’t invite anyone now.

But she didn’t expect…

Qin Yan had never shown interest in her friends.

At Xia Mingtang’s friend Xiao You’s birthday party, her old classmates commented on Qin Yan: “Cool, imposing, doesn’t talk much.”

Yet now, Qin Yan seemed to have done thorough research on Xia Mingtang’s social circle.

Qin Yan, holding the list, waited expectantly for her response.

Xia Mingtang skimmed through the names sorted alphabetically—no familiar friend was missing.

She couldn’t help a chill running down her spine. She had never introduced these friends to Qin Yan, yet she had understood her network so well.

Her gaze returned to the list.

“The guests are all here. You’ve worked hard.”

“But our senior recently went abroad and probably can’t make it,” Qin Yan said, pointing at “Anran” on the list.

“That’s a pity.” Qin Yan crossed out “Anran” with a thick black pen, leaving a deep mark on the crimson card.

She hugged Xia Mingtang to console her.

*”Friends live their own lives; true friendship doesn’t depend on distance.

“But I will always be by your side.”*

The first part sounded reasonable; the second… well, Xia Mingtang let it slide.

On Saturday, February 22, the West Well Villa was festively decorated.

The nearly thousand-square-meter yard was set with barbecue grills, dessert stoves, and various entertainment facilities.

Qin Yan turned the birthday into a large outdoor gathering, the kind young people loved.

Guests arrived one by one, and Qin Yan stuck to Xia Mingtang’s side, greeting everyone politely, fully embodying the host.

For Xia Mingtang’s friends, it was their first time visiting West Well Villa.

They were impressed by the beautiful surroundings, thoughtful decorations, and orderly staff.

Seeing Qin Yan’s graceful, poised demeanor and her affectionate treatment of Xia Mingtang, they couldn’t help but marvel at her luck—this strong-willed, independent woman had finally ended up with a dream spouse.

Halfway through the barbecue, when Qin Yan stepped away briefly, Xia Mingtang’s closest friends took the chance to gossip.

Shi Shi was pushed forward as the spokesperson.

“Xia Xia, can you ask Boss Qin if she has any sisters? Some of us singles are eager!”

Xia Mingtang, chewing her skewer, knew this was a joke. She glared at her, replying,

“She has no sisters. But she has several brothers, which you all know—just those from the Ji family.”

Her single sentence shifted their mood from anticipation to disappointment.

The Ji family was infamous for spoiled heirs. Why didn’t that happen to Xia’s family? Because the Xia family had only one heir, while the Ji family was thriving.

“Come on,” Shi Shi nudged her elbow at Xia Mingtang, “before Boss Qin returned to the country, only Ji Xianglan among the Ji descendants was somewhat competent.”

“Wasn’t Ji Xianglan also Xia Xia’s ex-fiancé?” Xiao You, roasting mushrooms nearby, realized the connection.

Her comment sparked outrage: “Why does Xia Xia get all the good stuff? Do elites really love sweet, naive types?”

Xiao Ai, the outspoken roommate, never held back. She would call Xia Mingtang “naive and sweet” bluntly.

“Hey, hey!” Xia Mingtang didn’t like this. She put down her skewer, rolling up her sleeves as if ready to fight.

“You can praise whoever you want, but stop stepping on me!”

During college, they were used to teasing each other; Xia Mingtang didn’t get genuinely angry.

“Birthday girl, calm down. I’ll grill you some rice cake.”

“Birthday girl, have a cocktail I made myself.”

The crowd laughed.

Suddenly, a melodious piano sound drifted over.

Everyone fell silent, turning to the source.

Qin Yan sat at a sapphire-embedded crystal grand piano, wearing a deep-sea blue gown. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and noble.

Her long fingers danced across the keys, producing exquisite tones.

At first, it sounded like a gentle mountain stream, gradually becoming a faster river cascading over rocks, intertwining with passion and longing, like a sorrowful, unending tale.

Not everyone understood music theory, but human emotion is universal.

The lively atmosphere softened; even sensitive listeners wiped away small tears.

Shi Shi was the first to react, nudging Xia Mingtang.

“Xia Xia, why didn’t you tell us Boss Qin had this talent?”

Xia Mingtang looked at her elegant, noble wife, thinking: I didn’t know either.

After the piece ended, Qin Yan rose, holding a microphone.

*”Everyone here is a dear friend of Tang Tang, someone she trusts.

“Thank you for always taking care of Tang Tang, letting her remain cheerful and bright.

“And thank you for coming today to celebrate her important second zodiac year.

“I dedicate this piece to show my gratitude. Enjoy yourselves—your happiness is Tang Tang’s happiness, and that is my greatest wish.”*

There was a brief silence before applause and cheers erupted.

What a declaration of ownership—her birthday party had become wedding-like in grandeur.

People generally disliked public displays of affection, but exceptions could be made for someone so visually pleasing.

Xia Mingtang stood among her friends, gazing at Qin Yan’s ink-wash-like beauty in the night.

Touched?

A little.

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