The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 80

When Xia Mingtang faced the 31-year-old Qin Yan, her first instinct was to run away.

But now, facing a Qin Yan with the mind of a ten-year-old, she unexpectedly softened and led her home.

Luckily, the two-bedroom apartment Yang Fan had rented to her was spacious enough; two people living there wouldn’t feel cramped.

“Your room is over there. Make your own bed with the sheets and blankets—I assume that’s okay?”

Xia Mingtang collapsed onto the sofa as soon as she got home, lazily pointing in the general direction of the bedroom.

Fortunately, the ten-year-old Qin Yan was already quite independent.

The moment Xia Mingtang finished speaking, Qin Yan grabbed her luggage and went into the room, methodically unpacking and tidying up—no help from the host required.

Xia Mingtang was pleased; she hated dealing with unruly children, and fortunately, the kids she had recently met were all obedient and well-behaved.

Less than half an hour later, the obedient Qin Yan came out of the bedroom and stood in front of the sofa.

“My room is all cleaned up. Do you need me to help with anything else?”

Xia Mingtang tilted her head and peeked through the door at the neatly made bed. She thought: “With hands and feet this quick, if you have nothing to do, why not clean my room too?”

But she held back. After all, employing child labor would be illegal.

Seeing Xia Mingtang remain silent, Qin Yan simply sat on the sofa and started familiarizing herself with the materials on her phone.

Watching her bury herself in her phone and ignore everyone, Xia Mingtang was suddenly reminded of a self-isolated teenager she had seen at her cousin’s house a couple of years ago—equally absorbed in a phone, ignoring anyone who approached.

Afraid that the ten-year-old Qin Yan might become similarly withdrawn or worse, Xia Mingtang proactively started a conversation.

“Are you bored? How about I put on a TV show for you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

The sound of voices from the television brought some life into the room.

When Xia Mingtang had been home alone, the quiet hadn’t bothered her. But now, sitting together in silence felt strange.

Xia Mingtang, wanting to be considerate, switched to the children’s channel.

On TV, the show happened to feature Red Wolf in a frenzy, swinging seven frying pans wildly at Grey Wolf.

Animated shows often exaggerate voices to capture attention quickly.

Xia Mingtang watched with great interest.

Qin Yan, annoyed, glanced at the screen and coldly said two words: “Childish.”

Feeling unfairly attacked, Xia Mingtang frowned.

“This channel is specifically for you. Aren’t you ten? Don’t ten-year-olds usually like cartoons?”

Qin Yan ignored the TV and turned to Xia Mingtang, eyes full of disdain.

“I’m ten, not three. Something this childish is for three-year-olds.”

Xia Mingtang, who had been obsessed with “Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf” at that age, felt a stab in her heart.

What an annoying little brat!

Her fists nearly clenched, but the doorbell rang.

She opened the peephole and saw Yang Fan holding a plate of fresh grapes.

Recently, he’d been avoiding visitors in the evenings, almost disappearing from the world. But now, he seemed relaxed.

Xia Mingtang opened the door and welcomed him in.

“Rare to see the famous writer Yang Fan visiting in person!”

Having spent more time with Yang Fan recently, Xia Mingtang’s humor had grown sharper.

“Anyway, the series just finished, so I came to visit my neighbor,” Yang Fan said casually, walking into the living room and setting the grapes on the coffee table. Only then did he notice someone else in the room.

“Boss Qin, you’re here too? I heard from Xiaohua that you chased her all the way to Su City. You two… reconciled this quickly?”

Qin Yan had been observing and analyzing since Yang Fan entered.

From Yang Fan’s dialogue and reactions, she deduced that the two were neighbors and friends. Xia Mingtang must trust him, otherwise she wouldn’t have shared marital details.

Qin Yan obviously knew him too, but the nature of their relationship was unclear.

Qin Yan smiled slightly, staying calm.

Yang Fan was confused. The former Qin Boss was usually friendly; why was she now silent?

“She…” Xia Mingtang wanted to explain, but noticing Qin Yan’s tense gaze, she changed her words mid-sentence.

“She has a sore throat and is resting. Don’t worry about her; you and I can chat. The grapes are good, by the way.”

Xia Mingtang popped a grape into her mouth.

Yang Fan understood; he had come mainly to chat with Xia Mingtang anyway. But with Qin Yan present, some topics weren’t suitable.

Fortunately, Qin Yan didn’t plan to stay long.

She grabbed her phone, nodded to the chatting pair, and went back to the bedroom.

Finally, Xia Mingtang and Yang Fan could chat freely.

After an hour of gossip and gathering material, Yang Fan left satisfied.

Once Xia Mingtang saw him off, she remembered the ten-year-old in her home and knocked on the bedroom door.

The door wasn’t closed, so she pushed it open. Qin Yan was focused on her laptop, completely absorbed.

On the screen was an Excel spreadsheet with names and corresponding characteristics.

Qin Yan was checking files on her phone and computer while entering information into the spreadsheet.

Xia Mingtang’s name was first, Yang Fan’s second.

Seeing her work so diligently, Xia Mingtang realized: she was filling in information about people she had just met but hadn’t fully assessed, likely to regain a sense of security.

A ten-year-old suddenly transported twenty years into the future would indeed feel helpless in an unfamiliar environment.

Xia Mingtang decided to be kinder to her.

She approached and patted Qin Yan’s shoulder.

“Even if Yang Fan finds out you have amnesia, it’s fine. She’s just a reclusive writer and rarely socializes. Her world isn’t connected to yours, so you don’t need to worry so much.”

Qin Yan typed quickly but still managed to reply.

“I know she’s harmless, but if I can’t keep it from her, how could I hide it from others?”

“What do you mean by that?” Xia Mingtang glanced at the spreadsheet.

“You don’t seem much smarter than her,” Qin Yan typed, looking at Xia Mingtang with a calm expression.

Xia Mingtang: ?

So now… a ten-year-old was looking down on her intelligence?

Such an extremely annoying little brat!

“I don’t care. Handle it yourself,” Xia Mingtang growled and went to the bathroom to shower.

After a long day, she was tired.

She enjoyed a luxurious bubble bath and embraced the large bed, quickly falling asleep.

The bed was wide and soft, like a little boat cushioned for drifting.

She sailed happily on this little boat, enjoying the feeling.

Suddenly, a violent storm erupted outside; thunder and lightning shook her little boat.

Startled, Xia Mingtang opened her eyes and saw a pair of dark eyes at the head of the bed in the dim light—a terrifying sight that snapped her awake.

She jumped up and glared at the intruder.

“Why are you up at this hour? What are you doing here?”

Qin Yan turned on the bedside lamp, expressionless.

“There’s a thunderstorm outside. I came to see if you were scared.”

Boom! The thunder outside echoed as if to prove her point.

Xia Mingtang: …

Thanks, but a thunderstorm isn’t scarier than you.

“If you hadn’t come, I would have slept fine. Can I even get a proper sleep?”

The temperamental Xia Mingtang was exhausted and no longer cared whether Qin Yan was ten or thirty.

Qin Yan pursed her lips, staring at Xia Mingtang without blinking for several seconds.

Finally, she spoke seriously:

“We can sleep together, but as I said before, I still cannot fulfill marital duties with you for now.”

Xia Mingtang: !

Seriously? She’s making it sound like I was thinking about that!

Her good intentions were completely misunderstood, making her furious, almost yelling at her to leave.

But she held back; losing her temper now would play right into being accused of overreacting.

To prove her innocence, Xia Mingtang scooted closer to the bed.

“Relax. Even if you begged me now, I still wouldn’t fulfill marital duties. Sleep or don’t sleep—it’s up to you!”

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