The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 90

Xia Mingtang felt miserable. She just held onto Xia Huaying’s hand, head lowered, silent.

Seeing her wife so upset, Qin Yan also quietly stayed by her side, bustling about here and there, acting very responsible.

Xia Mingtang took all this in, and naturally also noticed that within just half a day, Qin Yan had answered seven or eight phone calls.

Come to think of it, Qin Yan had already been away from Rongcheng for quite some time. Previously, she had come up with some excuse to brush things off.

The people at her company, even if something came up, had tried their best not to bother her from afar.

Now, however, the news of her return to Rongcheng spread like wildfire. With the company leaderless, the management was desperate to drag her back immediately to stabilize things.

After handling wave after wave of people, Qin Yan finally had a moment of quiet.

She sat down on an empty hospital bed nearby, peeling an apple as she said soothingly:

“The doctor said Grandma is past the critical stage. Don’t worry too much. Here, have some apple.”

“Mm, thank you.” Xia Mingtang actually didn’t have much appetite, but she couldn’t turn down Qin Yan’s kind gesture.

She took the apple and chewed mechanically.

When she looked up and saw Qin Yan’s earnest gaze fixed on her, she finally noticed the faint bloodshot veins in those gentle, dark eyes.

The truth was, Qin Yan was carrying no less pressure than she was at this moment.

“You should go back and deal with your own matters first. I’ll stay here and watch over Grandma.”

She said this out of care, but Qin Yan misunderstood, thinking she was being pushed away. Her eyes drooped pitifully, like an abandoned puppy, looking as if she would cry any second.

“You don’t want to see me right now, do you?”

“No.” Facing this overly sensitive teenager, Xia Mingtang was much more patient than usual.

“You’ve been gone so long already. If you don’t handle things soon, the act might slip.”

Qin Yan actually understood the reasoning. But still—

“I can’t bear to leave you.” Qin Yan sat down beside her, taking her hand to press against her cheek.

“Be good. Once Grandma wakes up, I’ll come find you.”

After Qin Yan left, Xia Mingtang stayed alone in the hospital for several days.

Though the two wives weren’t far apart, each had her own matters to deal with. They only exchanged messages twice a day.

Xia Mingtang learned that Qin Yan had managed to handle the people around her and that her “performance” was becoming more convincing. That gave her some peace of mind.

While she was keeping vigil by the hospital bed, waiting for Xia Huaying to wake up, she instead received troubling news from the butler.

Xia Zhenwei had brought Xia Chayi along and was planning to hold a press conference at Shengshi Tower that very afternoon—clearly intending to announce something important.

The butler sent her a video link. Onscreen, father and son stood before the media looking all fatherly and filial. It was obvious what scheme they were trying to pull.

Having served Xia Huaying for many years, the butler was deeply loyal. He was genuinely anxious now.

“Miss, you must hurry and stop them. If Madam wakes up and sees a new name suddenly appearing in the family register, she’ll faint all over again.”

Even without his warning, Xia Mingtang would never allow the pair to succeed.

Back when her birth mother had just passed away, Xia Zhenwei had dragged home a so-called “big brother” who was even older than her. She’d been so furious she smashed everything in sight at home, then fell seriously ill afterward.

Xia Huaying, who truly doted on her, had immediately warned Xia Zhenwei: if he dared to bring that dubious child into the Xia family, she would sever ties with him on the spot.

Since losing the Xia family meant losing everything, Xia Zhenwei had backed off—at least temporarily.

All these years, though, he had secretly supported his beloved illegitimate son, though never enough to cross Xia Huaying’s bottom line. She turned a blind eye as long as he kept it quiet.

Later, when Xia Mingtang disappeared, Xia Zhenwei used the excuse of being “childless” to once again push for Xia Chayi to “return to the ancestral line.”

Xia Huaying, knowing her granddaughter was still alive, firmly refused. Their quarrel led to her heart acting up, and she had to be rushed to the hospital.

The exact reason behind Xia Huaying’s collapse was something Xia Mingtang had only recently learned.

Now, watching the video the butler had sent, her hands shook with rage.

Her grandmother was lying on a hospital bed between life and death.

Yet instead of showing any filial piety, this so-called son was busy playing tricks behind her back.

Like an enraged lioness, Xia Mingtang stormed off toward Shengshi Tower.

The press conference was already surrounded by reporters, all of whom had received advance notice. They eagerly readied their equipment, poised to record this juicy piece of high-society gossip.

Xia Zhenwei and Xia Chayi were dressed in sharp suits, grinning brightly as they stood center-stage.

“Friends from the media, thank you for coming today. We have a joyful announcement to make.” Xia Zhenwei straightened his collar and leaned into the microphone, voice booming.

He pointed at Xia Chayi. “Allow me to introduce—this is Xia Chayi, who is—”

“—who is the bastard child you conceived with another woman while your wife was still alive!”

The sharp click of heels rang out across the hall. Xia Mingtang had entered, her light makeup masking the exhaustion of the past few days, her aura radiating pure hostility.

In Rongcheng, the Xia family’s dirty laundry was hardly a secret. Call it a “high-society scandal” if one wanted to be polite, but in plain terms, it was nothing more than adultery.

Since her father wanted to play the game of filial father and dutiful son, she would deliberately make it ugly, ruining his reputation entirely.

After all, Miss Xia was already known in Rongcheng for her willful arrogance. Why not live up to it?

Seeing her suddenly appear, Xia Zhenwei’s smile froze. Covering the mic, he hissed angrily:

“Unfilial girl, this is none of your business. Go back and take care of your grandmother.”

Since he wasn’t using the microphone, Xia Mingtang simply yanked it out of his hand.

“She’s my grandmother—and also your mother. You insist on bringing this bastard into the Xia family, driving your own mother into the hospital, and you still have the face to lecture me about ‘filial piety’?”

Reporters immediately began recording and filming, but Xia Mingtang couldn’t care less.

She had arrived in a rush, without time to plot. Since she couldn’t out-scheme them, she would simply crash the whole thing.

As the scene unraveled, Xia Chayi tried to play peacemaker, plastering on a smile.

“Mingtang, I understand you’re worried about Grandma’s health right now. But you’re not the only one who’s anxious. Father has been under so much strain too. Please, don’t break his heart further.”

“Step aside!” Just looking at Xia Chayi’s pretentious face infuriated her.

The only reason Xia Zhenwei could keep pulling these stunts again and again was because this illegitimate son constantly enabled him.

Yet here he was, blocking her way, deliberately stopping her from confronting her father.

“Out of my way!” Xia Mingtang snapped, raising her hand to slap him across the face.

But just then, Xia Zhenwei stepped forward. The resounding slap didn’t land on Xia Chayi but struck his own cheek instead.

The entire room was stunned.

Whispers rippled through the crowd:

“My god, a daughter hitting her own father—this is a first.”

“Miss Xia really is outrageous. Truly lives up to her reputation.”

The buzzing voices swirled like flies.

Already worn down from sleepless nights, Xia Mingtang suddenly felt dizzy.

“You wretched girl, you dare strike your own father?” Xia Zhenwei recovered from his shock and raised his hand to retaliate.

But before the blow could fall, someone caught his wrist.

Qin Yan had appeared from nowhere, her hand clamping down hard. Her face was expressionless, but the coldness in her eyes was terrifying.

Xia Zhenwei felt as though his wrist might be crushed. Lacking both strength and presence, he scrambled for a way to retreat gracefully.

Before he could speak, Qin Yan abruptly let go—only to grab Xia Mingtang’s hand instead and pull her out at a run.

It all happened too quickly. Xia Mingtang hadn’t even processed what was going on before she found herself being bundled into a car.

Her mind still foggy, she finally spoke up after they had driven a kilometer away, staring at Qin Yan’s profile.

“So we just left like that? The press conference—”

Stopped at a red light, Qin Yan turned to her pale-faced wife and said gently:

“After such chaos, the press conference can’t possibly continue. You don’t look well. Right now, what matters most is your rest.”

Gazing at Qin Yan’s jade-like features and gentle brows, Xia Mingtang felt an unexpected calm.

She said nothing more, leaning back into her seat and closing her eyes.

An hour later, they arrived back at the Xijing villa.

After a short nap, Xia Mingtang felt a little better.

The past few days in the hospital, she hadn’t been able to sleep properly at all—her one-hour doze in the car had been better than all of that.

Together they returned to their room. Seeing the clock on the wall, Xia Mingtang realized it wasn’t even 5 p.m. yet.

“You skipped work?”

Qin Yan smiled, pulling her to sit.

“My wife goes to battle, charges into the fray—how could I not be there by her side?”

Qin Yan’s gentleness and reliability at this moment made Xia Mingtang suddenly suspicious.

“You…”

Had she regained her memory?

Qin Yan cupped her face, studying her for several seconds before smiling and nodding.

“At least now you look more alive again. My wife is always the prettiest.

“These past few days at the company, surrounded by a bunch of old fossils, I was sick of it.

“Being home is so much better—I don’t have to act in front of anyone.”

That tone could only belong to eighteen-year-old Qin Yan.

Xia Mingtang inexplicably felt a wave of relief. Just for a moment earlier, she truly hadn’t known whether she wanted Qin Yan to recover her memories—or not.

She allowed Qin Yan’s fingers to brush across her cheek, and even took the initiative to show care.

“I don’t know much about your past work, but from my observations, you seem to stay closely in contact with Xie An.

“She and cousin Ran Shu have a special connection. She should be someone trustworthy. If you run into trouble, you could try talking to her.”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” Qin Yan hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent, utterly content.

“Don’t worry about me. You should think about how to deal with your father. Today, with the press, I could only suppress part of the news—just enough to stop them from going too far.

“But judging from your father’s face, he won’t give up on acknowledging his son. And I don’t have the power to stop him from calling another press conference.”

As she said this, Qin Yan lowered her head, looking dejected.

She wondered: if she were her fully-restored self, would she have had more strength to change things?

Sensing the shift in Qin Yan’s mood, Xia Mingtang reached out, patting her back, resting her cheek against her shoulder.

“I’ll find a way. You’ve already helped me so much. Thank you.”

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