The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 87

Qin Yan pushed a shopping cart into the supermarket. Instead of heading straight for the food section, she lingered in the household goods aisle.

Summer Mingtang thought she must have moved and wasn’t used to the things in her new place, so she wanted to buy some replacements.

As for herself, she wasn’t interested in shopping at all. She didn’t hurry her though, only yawned twice within a few steps.

When she turned her head, she suddenly noticed a pink package in Qin Yan’s hand. Getting closer, she caught sight of the fine print:

Ultra-thin, breathable, dotted for ultimate pleasure.

Her sleepiness vanished instantly.

“Don’t just grab random things like that!”

What a brat!

Qin Yan ignored her scolding, held the pink package out toward her, and looked at her with eager curiosity.

“Have you ever used this before? Is it good?”

The words “ultra-thin, breathable, dotted for ultimate pleasure” came right at her face. Summer Mingtang flushed red, snatched the pink packet from her, and shoved it back onto the shelf.

“Never used it. Don’t know.”

Her tone was as stiff as ice.

Qin Yan didn’t seem to hear the avoidance in her voice. Her eyes swept across the shelf, and she picked down several more boxes—red, blue, green…

“How about these then? Have you used any of these? Give me some recommendations.”

“I haven’t used any! Put them all back!” Summer Mingtang’s face was steaming hot, as though she had just stepped into a sauna. How could Qin Yan still be so shameless even with amnesia? In public, in broad daylight, in front of everyone!

Before, Qin Yan was shameless too—often acting the rogue without warning—but she was always more of an action type. No matter how outrageous, it usually happened only in the privacy of the two of them.

But this one? Looking so pure and innocent while talking openly about this kind of thing in a supermarket!

Come to think of it, though, despite how many times they had done it before, they had actually never used finger cots.

Seeing how genuinely flustered Summer Mingtang was, Qin Yan shrugged. Her expression flickered strangely, unreadable.

She obediently put all the packets back on the shelf. Summer Mingtang sighed in relief, turned, and walked away.

Qin Yan raised a brow, followed along pushing the cart—and, passing by, quietly slipped a pink packet onto the bottom rack of the cart.

After that little episode, everything went smoothly.

Summer Mingtang, who had never so much as touched a kitchen knife in her life, claimed to be shopping together. But before long she was just barking orders, while Qin Yan did all the heavy lifting.

“Pinch the stem of the greens to check if they’re tender. I don’t eat tough ones.”

“Pick the darkest green bitter gourds—they look prettier.”

“……”

She didn’t know how to choose produce, but with her empty hands and nonstop chatter, she was certainly full of “participation.”

Qin Yan followed all her instructions. Only when choosing potatoes did she finally lose her patience.

“You’re sure you want sprouted ones? I’m making braised pork with potatoes, not art projects.”

Summer Mingtang stared at her serious face. So braised pork with potatoes can’t use sprouted ones?

Guessing there must be some hidden culinary wisdom, she cleared her throat, pretending to be calm.

“Oh, I thought you wanted to stir-fry shredded potatoes. Since it’s braised, I’ll leave the potatoes to you.”

Qin Yan sighed silently. Taking advantage of her brief silence, she quickly grabbed a bunch of other ingredients.

After weighing and packing everything, she carried them to the checkout.

They spent half an hour in the supermarket, buying both ingredients and plenty of household items.

Summer Mingtang went out first and, from a short distance, watched the cashier scan item after item.

Maybe it was her imagination, but the cashier seemed overly amused. Every few scans, her gaze flickered between her and Qin Yan, smiling like she knew some secret.

When the cashier beamed brightly while bagging a packet of frozen pig’s brain, Summer Mingtang couldn’t understand at all. Why so happy about pig brains? Haven’t seen food in ages or something?

After paying, Qin Yan carried two big bags of loot out of the supermarket, striding off with her long legs.

Summer Mingtang tried to take one lighter bag to help, but Qin Yan hugged the bag of household goods to her chest and sped up even faster.

Summer Mingtang, left behind: ?

Back home, Qin Yan sorted the groceries quickly and efficiently, putting everything in the fridge and kitchen.

She shooed Summer Mingtang into the study, as if she were in the way.

Summer Mingtang happily enjoyed her leisure. Exploiting child labor—once you get used to it, it’s easy.

After grading her piano students’ assignments, she came out to find Qin Yan had already made four dishes and a soup:

Cucumber and century egg soup, braised pork with potatoes, bitter melon meatballs, stir-fried greens, and spicy pig’s brain.

The rich fragrance filled the room. After living on takeout for so long, Summer Mingtang was nearly moved to tears.

Qin Yan wore a white apron, her long raven hair tied up in a bun, looking every bit like a young master chef.

Lifting her chin proudly, showing her elegant swan neck, she had the air of asking for praise.

Summer Mingtang didn’t let her down. She patted her shoulder. “Good girl.”

Then, feeling that wasn’t enough, she gave a thumbs-up. “Capable.”

She tasted every dish and confirmed the praise wasn’t exaggerated.

Eighteen-year-old Qin Yan was sweet and diligent. Suddenly, having a “child laborer” around felt wonderful.

Seeing her eat with such relish, Qin Yan’s brows curved, and for some reason, a competitive spark lit up.

“Good, right? Tell me—am I better at cooking, or is she?”

“She?”

It took Summer Mingtang several seconds to figure out that “she” must mean Qin Yan at age thirty-one.

Thankfully, their circle of acquaintances was small. With process of elimination, it wasn’t hard to guess.

Summer Mingtang half-laughed, half-sighed. “Aren’t you both the same person? What’s there to compare?”

But Qin Yan shook her head stubbornly. “Not the same. Just answer—who’s better?”

She had been so composed and mature before, and now in a blink she was like a sulky child.

But Summer Mingtang didn’t find it troublesome. With her belly full, she had no reason to argue. “You’re better.”

“Really?” Qin Yan’s face lit up instantly, her dark eyes shining like a happy puppy.

Summer Mingtang couldn’t resist ruffling her hair. “Really.”

And it wasn’t just coaxing—she genuinely thought this Qin Yan was adorable.

Getting the affirmation, Qin Yan wanted to hug and kiss her, but realizing there was still oil on her lips, she buried her face in her rice bowl instead, eating even faster.

Summer Mingtang, watching, felt her own appetite grow.

Such an easy-to-please brat.

They polished off most of the food, saving the leftovers in the fridge.

Qin Yan even offered to cook fresh again that evening.

But Summer Mingtang, feeling a little guilty, didn’t keep treating her like an indentured servant.

After dinner, they strolled a bit outside, then Summer Mingtang quickly whined about being tired and wanting a nap.

Qin Yan, used to her delicate ways, said nothing for once. She supported her like an old empress back to bed, then went into the bathroom.

Changing into her nightdress, Summer Mingtang leaned against the headboard. Despite saying she’d nap, she couldn’t fall asleep so easily.

She pulled out her phone and started a few rounds of Candy Crush to pass the time.

Just two levels in, Qin Yan walked back into the room—holding a pink packet.

Summer Mingtang was long past minding her casually entering her bedroom.

But seeing what was in her hand, her face changed instantly. “Where did that come from?”

Qin Yan casually tossed the whole pack of finger cots into her hands as she began undressing. “From the supermarket.”

Summer Mingtang: ?!

Hadn’t she put it back earlier?!

She stared at the light packet in her hand, then looked up—only to see Qin Yan’s flawless upper body. Her voice shook. “W-what are you doing?!”

“Fulfilling marital obligations,” Qin Yan replied matter-of-factly, slipping off her pants too.

With bare legs, she climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her, eyes solemn.

“I think your nails are a bit long. Trimming them now would take too long. Better if you wear finger cots.”

Summer Mingtang froze, stunned, as Qin Yan ripped open the pink package and slipped two finger cots onto her index and middle fingers, waving them in front of her.

It wasn’t her first time seeing Qin Yan’s body—skin pale as jade, breathtaking to look at—but in broad daylight, with no warning, it was far too stimulating.

Her hands trembled as she shoved Qin Yan’s hand away. “You, you, you’re mistaken! Actually, in the past we didn’t really… do that much…”

It was a lie, of course, but she felt no guilt. Isn’t that what kids are for—being tricked?

“Mistaken?” Qin Yan tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly lit up.

“I get it—you’re the one on the bottom!”

“Cough! Cough, cough, cough!!” Summer Mingtang choked on her own saliva. “No!”

Qin Yan studied her face for a few seconds and concluded, “Your expression already told me the answer.

“I actually considered that possibility before, but since I lost my memory, I’ve been feeling my way through.

“Don’t worry. I may not have experience, but I learn fast. I guarantee I won’t be worse than her.”

With that, Qin No Experience, High Comprehension Yan crawled forward on her knees, one arm circling her waist, the other hand lifting her nightdress.

Summer Mingtang tried to block, but was firmly pinned in her embrace.

Whether her comprehension was good or not was debatable—but her strength was real, and her stubbornness even more so.

Bold like a calf unafraid of tigers, she quickly had Summer Mingtang flushed and sweating.

She held her tightly, kissing and nibbling down her body like chewing on ribs.

After each kiss, she looked up with those dark eyes, studying her reaction.

Sweat beaded on Summer Mingtang’s skin. Several times she almost kicked her away—but when she met those eyes, her strength weakened.

Half-willing, half-resisting, she ended up beneath her, eyes shut tight.

So what if we do it? It’s not like it’s the first time.

But suddenly, Qin Yan froze.

After a few seconds, Summer Mingtang opened her eyes to see Qin Yan kneeling astride her, legs trapping her in place. She picked up the finger cots from the bed, slipped them onto her index and middle fingers, and wiggled them with a smile—like two little pink-hooded puppets bowing to her.

A simple gesture, but it sent a jolt of heat racing through Summer Mingtang’s body.

She shivered, trying to squirm free, but Qin Yan pressed down on her knee with one palm, while the other hooked her underwear.

As if to ease her nerves, Qin Yan explained patiently,

“Don’t worry. I checked reviews online about these finger cots. Everyone says they’re clear, hygienic, and safe. Plus the raised dots are a special feature—guaranteed to feel amazing.”

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