The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 72

The yacht exhibition was scheduled for 7 p.m.

Xia Mingtang wasn’t particularly interested in this event, but thinking of the excuse she had previously made to get onto the yacht, she felt obliged to attend.

At the exhibition, there was a scaled-down model of the yacht along with models of its various accessories.

The staff introduced the yacht’s origin and features in great detail, speaking with a tone of pride and self-importance.

Xia Mingtang almost yawned while listening. Fortunately, the buffet had plenty of food.

She sent Qin Yan to get some fruit while she lingered near the small cakes.

“That blueberry one is really good; I just tried it.”

Xia Mingtang picked up a blueberry cake with tongs and turned around, seeing Ji Xianglan, wearing a Hermes spring limited edition outfit, standing beside her.

“I’ll try it then,” Xia Mingtang said casually, not surprised to see her, and naturally added a blueberry cake to her tray.

Once Xia Mingtang put down the tongs, Ji Xianglan suddenly took her hand, using a handkerchief to wipe it. Under the cloth, her fingers quickly brushed across Xia Mingtang’s palm.

“You had some cream on your hand. That should fix it,” Ji Xianglan said as she withdrew the handkerchief.

“Thanks, I’ll go check over there,” Xia Mingtang said nonchalantly, moving away while mentally reviewing the brief contact.

She had barely taken a few steps when Qin Yan appeared with a tray of fruit, her expression… less than friendly.

Xia Mingtang, feeling guilty, proactively greeted her.

“Back so soon? Let me try the fruit you picked.”

Qin Yan silently watched as Xia Mingtang picked a grape and put it in her mouth.

When Xia Mingtang reached for another, Qin Yan placed both trays on the buffet table, grabbed her, and led her into a storage room next to the exhibition hall, locking the door with one hand.

Xia Mingtang looked at Qin Yan pressing against the door silently, feeling an inexplicable panic.

“W-what’s wrong?”

Qin Yan stepped closer, grabbing her slender shoulders and pressing her against the wall. Her actions were forceful, but her voice was relatively gentle.

“Who did you just go see?”

Here we go again.

Xia Mingtang knew Qin Yan had planted a listening device on her, so she didn’t attempt to hide anything.

“My niece, Ji Xianglan. We just happened to chat for a bit.”

It was true—just a few sentences each.

“You’re surprisingly honest,” Qin Yan said, loosening her grip slightly. Xia Mingtang hadn’t yet relaxed when Qin Yan continued.

“But I saw her touch your hand… for quite a while.”

“Quite a while?”

Xia Mingtang thought for a few seconds, realizing that the contact had been very brief.

“Do you have something to tell me?” Qin Yan said, noticing her silence. She grabbed Xia Mingtang’s chin, forcing her to look into her eyes.

Xia Mingtang met her gaze and saw eyes so cold they seemed capable of freezing everything. It was as if she were being looked at like a cheating wife.

She felt both angry and scared—the anger from being misunderstood, the fear that the truth might be discovered…

“Then just consider me unfaithful!”

The words slipped out before she could think, instantly provoking Qin Yan.

Qin Yan leaned in close, her voice a lover’s whisper.

“Lately, you’ve been quite naughty.”

The next second, her sharp teeth bit Xia Mingtang’s earlobe.

“Ah!”

Xia Mingtang cried out in pain.

Qin Yan showed no mercy, slipping her hand under Xia Mingtang’s thin shirt and grabbing her, squeezing hard.

“Ah~”

Xia Mingtang instinctively suppressed her cries, her voice taking on a soft, alluring tone despite the situation.

Watching Qin Yan’s reddened eyes, a new kind of fear arose in her—would this escalate further here?

Before she could think further, Qin Yan acted, skillfully pushing her shirt and bra upward.

Xia Mingtang tried to push her away with all her strength but was restrained as Qin Yan grabbed a rope from a nearby table and tied her wrists.

With her vulnerable parts controlled, Xia Mingtang was terrified—not just of Qin Yan losing control, but also of anyone passing by and discovering them.

Despite her fear, her body betrayed her.

Her suppressed moans, forced quiet by sheer willpower, had a seductive quality.

Initially, Qin Yan’s actions were out of anger, but now the sounds were enticing her further.

She turned Xia Mingtang to face the wall, reaching to undo her zipper.

Seeing Qin Yan’s escalating behavior, Xia Mingtang sobbed, “Don’t… not here, I beg you.”

“You’re obedient this time. Seems special locations really work,” Qin Yan said, cruelly.

She pressed Xia Mingtang against her chest, punishing her through the thin fabric.

Even with the barrier, her movements were aggressive.

Xia Mingtang tensed, fearing the embarrassing sounds might be heard.

The storage room’s door didn’t isolate sound well, and footsteps and voices passed by outside intermittently.

“Huh? Why won’t this door open? It was fine before.”

“Let’s check the next room for ropes.”

The footsteps faded.

Xia Mingtang finally exhaled, though the dual physical and mental strain had already soaked her underwear.

Her legs, smooth and fair, trembled from the ordeal.

Qin Yan, stimulated by the sight, felt both delight and pleasure.

She had long forgotten her initial purpose; now she just wanted more.

She laid her jacket on the nearby table, sitting Xia Mingtang on it.

Bound hands, Xia Mingtang couldn’t support herself, leaning against the wall as Qin Yan folded her legs.

The small piece of fabric had failed, and her lips were captured, kissed and bitten relentlessly, yet teasingly withheld satisfaction.

Both of them cried out quietly.

At 8 p.m., the chime snapped Xia Mingtang back to awareness.

Time was short.

She had no choice but to overcome her embarrassment.

Arching forward, she took the initiative, moving with Qin Yan’s rhythm.

At moments like this, Qin Yan became especially impatient, applying full force without finesse.

In less than five minutes, the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

Qin Yan, seemingly cleansed by the act, untied her wrists, cleaned her with a wet wipe, and held her tenderly, entering post-encounter soothing mode.

Xia Mingtang felt like she had just run a marathon, barely able to muster strength.

Given the situation, she couldn’t let herself lapse into sleep; she had to act.

Nestling like a kitten in Qin Yan’s arms, her voice weak, she said,

“I’m so hungry, I might faint.”

The sight of her petite wife whining in that tone made Qin Yan’s previous jealousy vanish instantly.

She knew Ji Xianglan had no chance with the little fox; it was just a passing irritation.

Priorities restored, Qin Yan said,

“Rest here, I’ll get you something to eat.”

She kissed Xia Mingtang’s lips before rising, but her sleeve was grabbed.

“I don’t want to stay here, or see anyone,” Xia Mingtang said, pouting, looking like she had been harshly punished.

Recalling her earlier actions, Qin Yan felt… maybe she had been a bit excessive.

She scooped Xia Mingtang up, covering her with a half-wet jacket from the table.

They returned to their cabin, avoiding the crowded passage.

Qin Yan set her on the bed.

Xia Mingtang immediately listed her food requests: the exhibition’s mousse cake, signature bullfrog from the kitchen, French lobster, and Hawaiian pineapple.

Xia Mingtang’s demands were tricky, distributed across four locations on the yacht.

Even though ingredients were ready, cooking the bullfrog and lobster fully took some time.

Qin Yan, wanting to protect her shy wife from exposure, personally coordinated everything, planning the most efficient route and running around the yacht, taking nearly half an hour to gather all the food.

A normal visitor would have spent at least an hour.

Returning like a victorious general with her spoils, Qin Yan entered the room, but the bed was empty.

She checked the bathroom—still empty.

She called the top-priority number twice—no answer.

Finally sensing something wrong, Qin Yan opened the surveillance app and zoomed in.

The target was 3 kilometers away horizontally, 300 meters vertically.

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