The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 86

On Tuesday, Xia Mingtang took Qin Yan to the hospital for a follow-up.

“Strange.”

The doctor in a white coat examined her with instruments for a long while, asked a few more questions, then adjusted his glasses with a serious expression.

Xia Mingtang was startled. “Doctor, how’s her brain? There won’t be any aftereffects, right?”

“She’s fine.” The doctor waved a hand to reassure the family member. “Her health looks good, not like there are sequelae.”

Xia Mingtang let out a breath of relief, then looked speechless—if nothing’s wrong, why make that face?

The doctor explained: “It’s just that I rarely see this kind of case. It looks like her memory has recovered, and yet also hasn’t.”

Xia Mingtang was confused, but Qin Yan herself spoke up.

“Right now, I can recall everything I experienced in my teens. As for other periods, sometimes I get fragments, but they’re jumbled.”

The doctor nodded at the readings. “Exactly. The patient is currently in a partial memory reconstruction stage. Only, the sequence of reconstruction is a bit unusual compared to most people.”

He jotted down a few notes in his log.

“Maintaining the current state is beneficial for recovery. From now on, follow-up visits can be once every two weeks. Still, mind her diet, and avoid emotional agitation…”

When the routine checkup was done, Xia Mingtang thanked the doctor and left the hospital with Qin Yan.

As they walked, she muttered, “Haven’t had pig’s brain hotpot in ages. Let’s buy some later, you can cook it. Good for the brain—helps you recover faster.”

She nodded to herself, quite pleased with the idea.

Qin Yan, however, stayed silent until Xia Mingtang shot her a questioning look. Then she spoke slowly:

“Are you… very eager for me to recover quickly?”

“Of course.” Xia Mingtang didn’t hesitate at all, thinking: isn’t that obvious?

Qin Yan pressed her lips together, lowered her head. “So it’s true—you still prefer the old me.”

This time, Xia Mingtang was close enough to hear clearly, and she retorted without mercy.

“Then you’re overthinking. I just don’t feel like babysitting a sick cat.”

Unexpectedly, instead of being dejected, Qin Yan’s eyes lit up.

“Then that means you don’t actually prefer the old me, right? You don’t think the current me is worse, right?”

Two “rights” in a row left Xia Mingtang needing a few seconds to sort them out.

She looked into those dark eyes and nodded, almost against her will. “Right.”

After all, the old Qin Yan wasn’t exactly that likable either.

Qin Yan beamed, showing a row of white teeth, and spun her around several times.

“Then I won’t recover my memory for now, okay? Let’s just stay like this, okay?”

Two repeated questions again, and Xia Mingtang was so dizzy she nearly toppled.

Once her feet touched the ground, she replied mercilessly, “Not okay. I don’t like taking care of kids.”

Her words carried some guilt—because honestly, even in her amnesiac state, Qin Yan was the one doing most of the caring.

Qin Yan’s hands stayed on her waist as she tilted her head, smiling.

“Then let me take care of you, okay?”

Her features were already delicate and elegant, and paired now with a smile of pure innocence, it was a perfect hit to Xia Mingtang’s taste.

Caught in the vision, Xia Mingtang’s heart skipped a beat. After several seconds, she shook her head.

“No.”

“Why not?” Qin Yan pouted, clearly aggrieved at being refused multiple times. “Is it because you don’t like the current me?”

“No.” Xia Mingtang denied it instantly. “You’re good now, it’s just…”

A person with broken memories—could they still be considered whole?

She turned that thought over and over, came up with a lofty-sounding excuse, but couldn’t bear to say it aloud.

She didn’t want to hurt the fragile, teenage heart of Qin Yan.

Faced with someone mentally much younger than her, Xia Mingtang somehow found extra patience.

But her good intentions weren’t appreciated. Qin Yan’s dark eyes fixed on her, refusing to let go until she gave a proper explanation.

Xia Mingtang resorted to her usual tactic: changing the subject.

“What’s up with you today? Weren’t you very eager to recover your memory before?”

The casual question caught Qin Yan off guard.

Before today, she truly had wanted her memories back quickly.

But last night, she suddenly glimpsed some blurry fragments—things that didn’t belong to this age.

Though indistinct, she sensed that once she fully remembered, this peace and safety would vanish.

Right now, life was good: no annoying relatives from the Ji family in her face, no near-death struggles in M Country.

And this wife of hers—though a bit silly—was beautiful, cute, and genuinely cared for her.

She didn’t say any of this aloud, fearing her wife might think her manipulative. So she simply leaned on the excuse of being “young,” and acted spoiled.

“I don’t care. Between the old me and the current me, you can only choose one. Tell me, which do you like better?”

Xia Mingtang was speechless. Who even picks fights with themselves?

She resisted rolling her eyes. “Neither. I choose neither.”

With that, she strode toward the supermarket, ears pricked for the sound of footsteps behind.

Sure enough, Qin Yan quickly caught up, walking in step and leaning close to whisper mysteriously:

“I’ll tell you a secret.”

Xia Mingtang didn’t look at her, but her pace noticeably slowed.

Qin Yan took the chance to murmur at her ear: “I remembered being eighteen. So now I’m officially an adult—and we can fulfill marital obligations.”

“Cough! Cough cough cough cough!”

Xia Mingtang choked hard, coughing until her eyes watered.

She truly couldn’t follow the thought process of Qin Yan-at-ten.

Could it be that Qin Yan thought her eagerness for memory recovery was just eagerness for “marital obligations”?

Given her previous behavior… that was actually possible.

Seeing her cough to tears, Qin Yan quickly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her face, sounding full of concern.

“I know it’s good news, but you don’t have to be this happy.”

Xia Mingtang: …!

Her coughing grew even worse.

Infuriated, she raised a hand to hit, but Qin Yan dodged nimbly and bolted toward the supermarket.

“Where are you going?” Xia Mingtang shouted, worried she’d get lost.

“To buy pig brain—so you can nourish yours.”

Xia Mingtang: …

That’s supposed to be for your brain!

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