The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 73

Qin Yan suspected that there was a problem with the AP device and decided to move somewhere with better signal to check it again.

She stepped out of the cabin, just as she was about to test the signal, and saw a group of yacht staff running frantically, carrying life-saving equipment.

On the deck, a crowd had gathered, buzzing with discussion.

“What’s going on? Did someone fall into the water?”

“Yeah, didn’t you see? Just now, a girl—she fell in from over there, just like bang! She wouldn’t take a life buoy or rope, and now they’ve already deployed the rescue boat.”

“I’m telling you, the safety measures on this yacht are way too inadequate. It’s an internationally renowned yacht, but the railing gaps are so wide. A healthy adult, just falls in like that.”

“Let’s hope they can get her out quickly. Such a young and pretty girl.”

…

Qin Yan was not the type to gawk at trouble, but her eyelids were twitching violently, and an uneasy premonition filled her heart.

She approached the crowd. “What are you all talking about?”

“They’re saying someone fell into the water. Hey, aren’t you the one who was with that girl—”

The sentence hung unfinished as everyone suddenly went silent.

At that moment, the silence spoke volumes.

Qin Yan rapidly connected the dots, her eyes reddened, and she dashed toward the rescue boat.

At the last second before the rescue boat departed, she leaped aboard.

Her sudden action startled the staff on the boat. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m family—I’m going with her,” she said, grabbing a wetsuit and putting it on with an authoritative tone that left no room for argument.

The crew, stunned by her domineering demeanor, had nothing to say.

Saving lives was a professional’s job—this was… reckless.

But now the boat had already separated from the yacht, and with a life at stake, it was impractical to send her back.

Qin Yan ignored their thoughts and immediately pulled out her phone to contact the local maritime rescue center.

This was a matter of her wife’s life—she didn’t trust anyone else.

“The direction’s wrong, head southeast,” Qin Yan said, opening the monitoring app and directing the rescue boat.

The sailor grew impatient. “We’re professionals. Please, family, don’t interfere.”

Qin Yan moved behind the sailor, grabbed his shoulder, and spoke in a deep, terrifying voice:

“I’ll say it one more time—follow my direction.”

The sailor, initially about to argue, froze. Seeing her intense, almost feral demeanor, he feared that one disobedient move might get him thrown into the sea.

“Okay, okay, okay… we’ll go your way,” he stammered.

Qin Yan focused on the app, observing the movements in the water.

As the red dot aligned with the target, she called for a stop.

“This is it. Stop here.”

The crew’s sensors didn’t detect any sign of life beneath the water, but no one dared to argue with her.

Whatever she said, they followed.

The maritime rescue team was also deployed, but over the phone, they didn’t listen to her, and their rescue route was far off.

Here, the only hope lay with the four sailors on the boat.

“This is the spot. Vertical distance—200 meters down. Go in and get her,” Qin Yan’s tone was still relatively calm, but her expression verged on madness.

Three sailors dove into the water like falling dumplings—anything was better than staying with this “female demon.”

Only the last, short sailor shivered. “Sis… I… my wetsuit…”

Qin Yan shot him a glare, tightened her own wetsuit, and with a forceful push, plunged into the sea.

As she descended, the water pressure increased.

Although the oxygen tank provided air, adjusting the high-pressure air to match natural breathing required some effort.

Qin Yan ignored all this and plunged recklessly downward, relying solely on the fact that air still entered her lungs.

The deeper the water, the colder it became—but she seemed unable to feel it.

50 meters…

40 meters…

30 meters…

She silently calculated the depth while desperately scanning below.

The rapid descent blurred her vision, and the water below was pitch dark, without a single shadow.

Sailors above flashed lights repeatedly, but she ignored them.

She dove almost entirely by willpower, until she reached a reef at the bottom.

No one…

Her hand grabbed the reef, and a platinum necklace adorned with a birdcage decoration slipped from a crevice into her palm.

She hadn’t mistaken the spot.

But… where was she?

Fear unlike anything before surged in Qin Yan’s heart: perhaps her wife had fallen even deeper.

She ignored the wildly flashing lights above, focusing on one thought: Tangtang must be down here, waiting for me.

The usually calm and composed woman had completely lost her rationality. The oxygen tank began alarming, but she held her breath regardless.

She dived like a madwoman, exhausting herself despite her strong swimming skills.

Her consciousness blurred as she collided with a rock.

…

“During the passing of Spring City, a tourist fell overboard from the Casalan yacht. Eleven personnel from the maritime rescue center and yacht crew conducted a search, but the missing person was not found. Initial assessment: missing.
The family member who dove into the deep sea to search suffered oxygen deprivation and fainted; they have been sent to the emergency center.
Well, it seems this young lady has a deep affection for you, after all.”

Ji Xianglan read the online news aloud while making a comment at the end.

At this moment, Xia Mingtang sat in her hospital bed, holding a thermos cup, staring blankly at the wall.

She had deliberately jumped into the water in front of everyone as part of a ruse.

Ji Xianglan’s timely response helped, but it still entailed some hardship.

Unexpectedly, someone else had suffered even more.

“Regret it?” Ji Xianglan nudged her.

Xia Mingtang snapped out of her daze, glared, and skipped the small talk.

“I’ve made my decision. I won’t regret it. When can we get the new identity?”

She asked Ji Xianglan for help partly because she knew Ji had connections in the Public Security Bureau.

“You truly are a heartless woman,” Ji Xianglan said, uninterested in the matter of her aunt’s feelings, handling it professionally.

“Don’t worry. I already told my friend that you were a distant relative who had been taken to the mountains as a child bride; by the time you were found, your parents had already passed.
The documents proving your identity have been submitted, so within a few days, you should receive a temporary household registration and ID card.”

Ji Xianglan chattered on while inspecting the bed-ridden Xia Mingtang from head to toe. Her fair, tender skin didn’t seem like someone who had lived in the mountains.

Still, Ji Xianglan had no better reason—just following the procedure.

“Thank you,” Xia Mingtang said politely—unlike her usual spoiled demeanor, probably due to having just been rescued from the sea.

Ji Xianglan paused, then smiled. “No problem. We each get what we want.”

Xia Mingtang nodded, took a pen and paper, and wrote a string of numbers, handing it to Ji Xianglan.

“HSBC Bank, Safe Deposit Box No. 7. This is the code. I authorized you before the trip.”

Ji Xianglan glanced at the note and pocketed it.

“I’ll head off now. Otherwise, if I disappear with my aunt, she’ll tear me apart when she wakes. Don’t worry—once I get what I want, I’ll give you remote check authorization using your new identity.”

Xia Mingtang had no objection.

Selling her shares in the Ji family business at market price to Ji Xianglan was the condition for the latter to help her at risk to her life.

During extraordinary times, one couldn’t follow protocol strictly—it was a test of trust.

How Ji Xianglan would explain it to Qin Yan afterward was her problem.

As Ji Xianglan reached the ward door, she was suddenly called back.

“One more small thing, I need your help.”

Ji Xianglan: …

She looked like she particularly enjoyed helping others.

At this time, Qin Yan lay in the intensive care unit, her pacemaker gradually stabilizing.

The patient looked peaceful, while fragmented memories flickered irregularly in her mind.

Tangtang!

The sleeping patient suddenly opened her eyes and tried to sit up.

A nearby nurse quickly pressed her down.

“You’re awake! Don’t get excited. You’re still weak,” the nurse said, pressing the call button for a doctor.

“Let go!” Qin Yan, weaker than a child, still looked murderous with her eyes.

The nurse was startled but, driven by instinct, held her down again.

Over the years, she had seen even more violent patients—this one’s eyes were terrifying, but not extraordinary.

Qin Yan, unable to move much in bed, still seemed like a wild beast with her gaze.

The nurse tried to restrain her while turning her head toward the door.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived quickly.

In a white coat, the doctor conducted a full examination and concluded:

“You’re lucky. Rescue was timely. Another half-month of rest and recuperation, and you can be discharged.
Don’t glare at me—getting angry is bad for your health. Rest, maintain a pleasant mood, sleep well, eat regularly…”

The patient in bed grew increasingly agitated, like an uncontrollable wild animal, despite the doctor’s instructions.

Under attentive care, Qin Yan rested for three full days and was transferred to a non-ICU VIP ward.

During these three days, few relatives visited, and none mentioned Xia Mingtang.

That evening, Qin Yan seized the opportunity during a nurse shift change and limped out of the hospital.

Outside, it was her territory; assistants or servants could no longer force her back—unless they wanted to lose their jobs.

She returned to the West Well Villa, changed her clothes, and instructed the driver to head to the Xia residence.

With Xia Mingtang missing, there was still someone else in the world whose grief rivaled hers.

The Rolls-Royce stopped at the gate of the Xia residence. Qin Yan limped out with her cane, only to see an uninvited guest.

Ji Xianglan?

“What are you doing here?”

Qin Yan recalled that Xia Mingtang had met Ji Xianglan before going missing. Could she have instigated this?

Ji Xianglan hadn’t expected Qin Yan to leave the hospital so soon.

If looks could kill, she would have died a thousand times over.

She saw the pale figure in front of her, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

“I… I came to visit Mrs. Xia! None of your business!”

Saying that, she bolted.

Fortunately, Qin Yan, weakened, couldn’t give chase.

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