The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 75

Qin Yan was unwell physically, but that did not affect her sharp mind at all.

Ever since the representative from Ji Corporation appeared, she had made three consecutive phone calls.

In less than two hours, she had obtained the answers she wanted.

Holding Mimi in one arm, she listened to the report on the phone with the other.

On the day Xia Mingtang went missing, Ji Xianglan had also left the yacht.

The next day, she took the 3 p.m. flight from Chun City back to Rong City.

During her brief stay in Chun City, Ji Xianglan had visited a hospital.

After listening to the entire report, Qin Yan’s eyes became unfathomable.

She sat perfectly upright, motionless, as if deep in thought.

Unconsciously, she remained in this same posture, holding Mimi for a full five minutes.

She hugged the cat absentmindedly, yet her grip was still strong.

Even though Mimi usually had a good temperament, she grew somewhat impatient this time.

“Meow meow,” she wriggled in Qin Yan’s arms, trying to find a way down to the floor.

Qin Yan came back to her senses, lifted Mimi a bit higher with both hands, and stroked its head firmly.

“Your owner ran away and left us behind. I’m going to catch her and bring her back.”

Qin Yan was a woman of action; she booked a flight to Chun City that very day.

Three hours later, she arrived at the hospital Ji Xianglan had visited a few days ago.

A junior nurse with a loose tongue quickly revealed some information.

“Three days ago, a young lady who had drowned was admitted to our hospital. She was completely unconscious when she arrived and went through the VIP entrance.

“She stayed for less than a day, and when she left, I happened to see her. She was so beautiful!”

Hearing this, Qin Yan was already more than seventy percent sure. She pulled out her phone to show a photo.

“The particularly beautiful young lady you mentioned, does she look like this?”

The nurse leaned in to see and nodded immediately.

“Yes, yes, exactly her! I remember her very clearly. Who are you to her?”

“I’m her wife. Do you know where she is now?”

The nurse shook her head regretfully.

“How could we know what happened after the patient was discharged? You’re her wife—didn’t she contact you herself?”

Qin Yan: …

“We had a little quarrel, and she changed her phone number. Can you tell me the contact info she left when hospitalized?” Qin Yan said, her face full of melancholy.

The nurse hesitated. Revealing patient information was against hospital regulations, but since Qin Yan was a family member, she seemed trustworthy.

After a two-second pause, she agreed.

“Alright, I’ll check for you, but you must not say I told you.”

“Of course,” Qin Yan smiled and nodded.

The on-duty nurse searched the records from three days ago and, in less than ten minutes, gave her a phone number.

She also wondered aloud, “It’s strange—why didn’t this patient register an ID card?”

Qin Yan thanked the nurse. The nurse wanted to linger for gossip but was called away by the service bell.

Qin Yan dialed the number, pressing each digit carefully.

The call went straight to a busy signal, which did not surprise her at all. She didn’t even bother redialing.

As night fell, she checked into a nearby hotel.

Chun City was a city that never slept. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of her suite, Qin Yan looked out at the myriad lights.

Pedestrians on the streets below looked tiny from above, mostly in pairs or small groups, rarely alone.

At that moment, she felt a profound loneliness she had never experienced before.

Even when she was alone in the U.S., she had never felt this isolated.

She could easily figure out many things: how Xia Mingtang planned her escape, changed her identity, and avoided Qin Yan’s pursuit.

But she could not understand why her Tang Tang ran away.

They had been so happy together. Even small quarrels were quickly resolved.

She prided herself on never raising her voice at her wife. As long as her wife was happy, she would do anything to appease her.

Was there really something they couldn’t talk through?

Unable to understand, she decided the first step was to bring her back and ask her face-to-face.

The next morning, Qin Yan went to the police station.

The identity of “Xia Mingtang” seemed to have vanished from the world. Yet as a living person, she couldn’t go anywhere without proof of identity.

The civil servants at the police station, unlike the nurse, were not so easily swayed. Each one had strong professional ethics, refusing to reveal any information that shouldn’t be disclosed.

Qin Yan had only been back in China a short time. Most of her influence was concentrated in the south, around Rong City.

In Chun City, she would have to use more indirect methods.

Although she hadn’t immediately obtained Xia Mingtang’s new identity, the phone number provided by the nurse yielded new information.

The last call from that number was the day before yesterday afternoon on Cheng’an Expressway, after which it was never used again.

From Chun City, following the Cheng’an Expressway, there was a fork in the road—her destination could be any city.

Qin Yan pulled all call records for that number. There were few, and none involved Ji Xianglan.

It seemed her little wife and her niece had some counter-surveillance sense—they knew to switch to a new number.

Qin Yan understood this, but lacked evidence to pressure Ji Xianglan.

The trail ended here; the only remaining breakthrough was Xia Mingtang’s new identity.

Although the Chun City police were uncooperative, it was still possible to uncover it—it would just take some time.

Qin Yan made two more calls and temporarily flew back to Rong City to plan her next moves carefully.

Meanwhile, Xia Mingtang had arrived in Su City. The first thing she did was find a place to stay.

In the past, as the young lady of the Xia family, she never lacked someone to take care of her.

Even when exiled to Yun Town, Shi Shi had handled everything for her.

Now, under a new identity, she could contact no past friends or family.

Everything had to be done personally.

For instance, looking for an apartment—she had already visited several by the morning and her legs were sore.

It wasn’t that she was picky. The previous places were either old, poorly renovated, or noisy, impossible to settle for.

The agent was still enthusiastically showing her around.

“Miss Xia, these buildings were built just two years ago. The one we are looking at was recently fully renovated. Though listed for some time, no tenant has moved in yet.”

Xia Mingtang walked ahead, surveying the place. It was better than the others she had seen.

Clean, fully equipped, good orientation, quiet surroundings—suitable for living. But…

“You said the place has been listed for some time with no tenant. Why?”

She had glimpsed it beforehand. The rent wasn’t high; this should have been snapped up immediately.

The agent, noticing her interest, hesitated a few seconds.

“Because… the landlord has requirements for tenants. Only those she feels a connection with are accepted.”

Xia Mingtang pressed both hands, one on her head and one under her chin, and earnestly said, “Am I the right fit?”

The agent was amused but quickly regained composure.

“If you are interested, you can meet the landlord now. She lives next door.”

Xia Mingtang had no objections.

The next-door door was knocked on, but there was no response.

“Is she not here? Should we call?” Xia Mingtang asked.

“She’s here. Just wait a minute.” The agent seemed used to this.

Exactly one minute later, the door opened.

The landlord wore long-sleeve pajamas and looked sleepy, as if just woken up.

“Yang Fan!”

“Xiao Hua Xia!”

The surprised voices rang out almost simultaneously.

“Sit anywhere. There’s water in the fridge; help yourself. I’ll be out shortly.”

Yang Fan yawned, then hurried back to the bathroom to freshen up.

Xia Mingtang hadn’t expected to meet someone familiar here and was naturally eager to catch up.

The agent originally refused to leave. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for landlords and tenants to finalize deals privately, cutting the agent out.

Xia Mingtang handed her 5,000 yuan on the spot. The agent immediately left, beaming.

Xia Mingtang sat on the sofa, drinking most of a bottle of water. Yang Fan, now properly groomed, returned.

He wanted to ask questions but was interrupted by Xia Mingtang.

“How did you end up in Su City and become a landlord?”

“I’m originally from Su City,” Yang Fan replied, sitting down and peeling an orange.

“Oh, I wouldn’t have guessed. You’re still from a wealthy family,” Xia Mingtang said, taking the nearly-peeled orange.

Yang Fan: …

“What wealthy family? I earned this myself. I bought two adjacent units—one to live in, one to rent out.”

He continued peeling another orange.

“To be honest, I also have personal reasons. I’ve been single for 26 years. Due to work, I mostly stay home. Renting out the place helps me socialize.

“The neighborhood has many young people. Maybe one day a smart, beautiful, single girl will rent from me.”

“Oh,” Xia Mingtang nodded, half understanding. “Smart, beautiful, single girl… that means me. You’ll rent it to me?”

Yang Fan: …

Did I just express that too indirectly?

“By the way, after you left the inn, Boss Qin came looking for you. How’s it going between you two now? Still single?”

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