The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 68

When Xia Mingtang arrived at the restaurant, Qin Yan was squeezing a snack bar and feeding Mimi.

As a member of their little family of three, Mimi had the right to dine with them. Usually, Xia Mingtang was the one who fed Mimi, while the sharp-tongued Qin Yan would sit beside them, occasionally teasing the little cat about its figure.

Lately, perhaps due to the “ban,” the relationship between this pair seemed much more harmonious.

Mimi sat alone on the chair, and every time Qin Yan squeezed out a bit of the snack, the cat delicately licked it in with its pink little tongue, eating elegantly.

“Truly my good girl,” Xia Mingtang praised silently in her heart, and pulled out a chair to sit beside Mimi.

Just as she was about to scratch Mimi under the chin, Qin Yan grabbed a plush toy fish from the table and threw it a short distance away.

The fluffy little creature, weighing several pounds, leaped with remarkable agility, propelling itself far with a kick of its legs.

Xia Mingtang reached out to scratch at empty air: …

“You’re here. Try this milk cake, freshly made this morning,” Qin Yan said, moving slightly to occupy Mimi’s seat. She wiped her hands with a wet wipe while gesturing toward Xia Mingtang.

Xia Mingtang looked up. The milk cake was milky white, plump, and springy. A uniform layer of shredded coconut covered the top, with a small strawberry in the center adding a touch of red. Cute and appetizing.

As a young woman with a girlish heart, Xia Mingtang had no resistance to adorable foods.

However, in her memory, Qin Yan had always been opposed to her eating anything too cold for breakfast. Milk cake, after all, needed to be cooled to be delicious.

Holding her spoon, Xia Mingtang hesitated. “Is this milk cake… cold or warm?”

“Made at seven this morning, it’s cooled by now,” Qin Yan said, sipping the milk in her hand.

Cool.

Xia Mingtang took a spoonful and ate it, her eyes squinting in delight.

Springy and refreshing, sweet without being cloying—it was exactly the kind of treat she loved.

Qin Yan watched her expression carefully and deliberately asked, “Good?”

“Delicious,” Xia Mingtang said, scooping up another large bite.

“I made it,” Qin Yan said, a hint of pride and a touch of self-congratulation in her voice.

“Oh, you’re amazing,” Xia Mingtang replied.

She quickly finished most of the milk cake, but a nagging doubt started to form.

Qin Yan was typically a stickler for healthy living. If Xia Mingtang tried to eat something cold, she would either explicitly forbid it or give her uncomfortable looks.

Why was she so considerate today, making cold yet delicious milk cake?

Xia Mingtang could not hide her suspicion. She set down her spoon, her face wary.

“You’re acting weird today. Could it be that you did something wrong and are trying that ‘first raise, then suppress’ trick? If you have something to say, just come out with it while my psychological tolerance is still decent.”

Qin Yan smiled, a trace of fondness in her gaze. “Can’t I just want to please you? If I really did something wrong… yesterday, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Um… no, you didn’t,” Xia Mingtang said.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yan suddenly made a risqué comment at the breakfast table. Xia Mingtang’s face flushed red, and she quickly changed the subject.

“It’s almost nine in the morning. Aren’t you busy? Don’t you have anything to do?”

“It’s the weekend,” Qin Yan said, smiling. Before Xia Mingtang could tease her, she immediately switched to a serious tone.

“But come to think of it, there’s a property in Rongcheng I need to inspect today.”

Having been married for a while, this was the first time Xia Mingtang had heard Qin Yan talk about work. Curious, she asked, “By the way, what do you do in Rongcheng? You seem pretty free most of the time.”

“Are you concerned about me?” Qin Yan raised an eyebrow.

“Just curious. You don’t have to answer,” Xia Mingtang said, burying herself in the milk cake.

“Of course I can answer,” Qin Yan teased, giving a candid explanation.

“Actually, I don’t have a fixed occupation in Rongcheng right now. As long as it can make money, I can get involved. Capital itself is the most profitable thing in the world, so I don’t need to personally manage everything all the time.”

Xia Mingtang swallowed a bite and nodded thoughtfully. “Got it. Speculation and trading.”

Qin Yan, who had originally wanted to show off a bit: …

“Actually… I also run some real businesses,” she quickly added, fearing Xia Mingtang might think poorly of her.

“Oh.” Xia Mingtang nodded, expression neutral.

She couldn’t let her little wife think she was unreliable.

Qin Yan moved closer, arranging dishes for her while extending an invitation.

“I’m inspecting a newly invested amusement park later. If you’re free today, come with me.”

Xia Mingtang hadn’t intended to get involved with Qin Yan’s work, but since it was an amusement park:

“Sure.”

The Fenghua Amusement Park is located west of Rongcheng and was recently completed.

The park markets itself as the “Disney of Huaguo,” with Chinese history and mythology as its design blueprint. Its facilities are abundant: water parks, themed areas, and 4D experiences.

At night, there are grand fireworks and parade shows.

Since opening, tickets sell out daily.

Xia Mingtang had heard of it but hadn’t managed to grab tickets yet. Today, she could fully enjoy the VIP experience.

Qin Yan’s inspection was essentially a “low-key visit.” Though many mid-to-high level staff recognized her, they continued their work as usual under her guidance.

Entering the West Heaven-themed area, Xia Mingtang was immediately drawn to a chibi-style Monkey King spinning his magic staff.

Assuming Qin Yan was busy, she said, “Why don’t you go ahead and do your inspection? I’ll ‘inspect’ these mythical characters for you.”

“No problem, I can inspect anything,” Qin Yan replied.

The area was crowded, but Qin Yan refused to let go of her little fox’s hand, walking beside her.

Around the Monkey King were several girls about Xia Mingtang’s age. Fenghua Park claimed to be “for adults,” so there were few actual children.

The Monkey King enthusiastically handed each visitor a small pink folded paper peach.

Xia Mingtang managed to get one. Its intricate fold resembled layers that begged to be peeled.

Peeling to the bottom revealed a QR code, labeled: Scan to summon your exclusive Cloud Somersault ride.

The Monkey King winked at her, pointing to the ride.

Feeling tricked, Xia Mingtang thought: this monkey deserves a sales award.

Well, since she was here…

She scanned the code and summoned the Cloud Somersault ride, sitting with Qin Yan.

The trendy-named ride was essentially a cloud-shaped aerial cable car.

As it ascended, the entire park panorama could be seen. To simulate flying on clouds, the ride shook at intervals, tossing the riders together.

Thrown onto Qin Yan, Xia Mingtang tried to steady herself, but a sharp turn dumped her completely into his arms.

While Xia Mingtang was dizzy, Qin Yan seemed glued to the seat, calmly enjoying the view and brushing messy strands of hair from her face.

Feeling the warmth of his body, Xia Mingtang gave up struggling and leaned in.

“This ride is so rough. Have any visitors complained?” she asked.

“None so far,” Qin Yan recalled the report. “It’s actually one of the most popular rides in the park.”

“What? Most popular? Are all the visitors masochists?”

Qin Yan kissed her eyelid and pointed to a sticker above:

Couple’s Cloud Somersault Ride: experience flipping and twisting with your beloved.

Xia Mingtang: !

“I didn’t even choose a style.”

“It’s the default,” Qin Yan explained, drawing her closer.

Another 60-degree plunge had them flipping again.

Dizzy and exhausted, Xia Mingtang finally reached their destination, gulping half a bottle of water to recover. She grabbed Qin Yan’s arm to steady herself.

“Are there any gentler rides?”

“There are.”

Qin Yan led her to the Chang’an Lantern Market area, modeled after the Along the River During the Qingming Festival, recreating a Song Dynasty street.

Shops lined both sides: Chang’e mooncakes, lotus-root sugar painting, combining mythology and cultural heritage.

Lanterns adorned every shop, currently playing advertisements rather than lighting the way.

Nearby was a costume rental area, perfect for cosplay enthusiasts.

Qin Yan asked if Xia Mingtang wanted to rent costumes.

After a moment, Xia Mingtang shook her head. “No, you already look like an ancient person. If we change into ancient clothes, you might get stuck in a time warp.”

“Okay, as you wish,” Qin Yan agreed, smiling.

“Did I say something funny?” Xia Mingtang asked.

“No,” Qin Yan said, rubbing her head. “I’m just happy that you’re reluctant to leave me.”

Xia Mingtang: …

Two people in modern clothes walking hand in hand in an ancient-style street looked surprisingly natural, blending the eras in a subtle way.

Qin Yan stopped at a small book stall, flipping through a blue-covered picture book while listening to the shopkeeper.

She wore modern casual white attire, standing gracefully beside the shopkeeper in Song Dynasty clothing. Her gestures as she flipped pages radiated a classical elegance.

Sunlight hit her like a camera had set focus solely on her.

Xia Mingtang had a sudden idea of a modern girl time-traveling to an ancient street and blending in with the locals.

She instinctively took out her camera to capture the moment.

Catching her, Qin Yan smiled mischievously.

“You could just ask to take a photo; no need to be sneaky.”

“I wasn’t sneaking! I just wanted to test this phone’s outdoor camera,” Xia Mingtang said.

“Results?” Qin Yan asked.

The photo captured Qin Yan’s side profile, serene and gentle, enhanced by the sunlight—stunningly beautiful. Unfortunately, Xia Mingtang’s hand shook slightly, leaving it a bit blurred.

“Not great,” Xia Mingtang pouted, critiquing the phone. “Give me your phone to try.”

Obediently, Qin Yan handed it over without explanation, resuming her role as the model.

Satisfied, Xia Mingtang carefully adjusted focus and lighting, finally taking a perfect shot.

Bustling streets, springtime liveliness, a person framed in the picture—perfect composition.

Xia Mingtang praised herself silently, about to upload it to her social app, when a notification caught her eye.

At the top right, her snow-capped mountain avatar showed a red badge with the number “3.” Even without opening it, she could see the recent messages:

President Qin has already arrived in the United States. Everything is normal.

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