The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 92

At 2 p.m., Xia Mingtang, accompanied by Manager Song, arrived at the West District factory.

The factory spanned several thousand square meters over three floors. After a few months of construction, the project had taken shape.

Xia Mingtang spent over half an hour on a rough tour. Most areas were under orderly construction, except for one…

A dozen or so workers were sitting around, chatting or playing on their phones. When they saw a leader pass by, they would barely lift a hammer and knock a couple of times, hardly taking their work seriously.

The relaxed scene made nearby workers quite envious.

“What’s going on over there?” Xia Mingtang pointed at the chatting workers, puzzled.

Manager Song sighed. “That’s the Hengxin Construction team. Their section is particularly tricky because progress heavily depends on adjacent areas. So, when we first signed the contract, we agreed on hourly pay.”

Xia Mingtang recalled seeing Hengxin Construction in the project documents that morning—they were the last construction company to partner with Xia’s company.

The contract did mention hourly pay, but…

“I remember our contract with Hengxin clearly states that, except for force majeure, if Party B delays the project, they must compensate for the losses,” Xia Mingtang said.

Song looked even more helpless. “There’s just over a week left before the final completion date. It’s too soon to calculate exactly how much progress they’ve delayed. Last time they fell behind, they doubled their workforce temporarily to catch up.”

Xia Mingtang sighed. If the company had to use double manpower to finish, they would have to pay double wages—the workers were getting a sweet deal.

That wasn’t the most pressing issue. If the project fell seriously behind, there wouldn’t be enough time to make up for it. Moreover, this team’s lax attitude was already affecting neighboring crews.

Xia Mingtang noticed that after standing there for only three minutes, the nearby workers had already been glancing at the idle group several times.

She thought for a few seconds. “I remember our contracts include a performance incentive.”

Manager Song had considered using incentives before but hadn’t pursued it.

“The progress for Hengxin is hard to quantify, which is why we opted for daily wages instead,” he explained.

Xia Mingtang’s lips curved slightly. “I didn’t say only Hengxin gets incentives. Announce this: the team that completes all its assigned work first gets 2,000 yuan per worker; second place gets 1,000; third gets 800; fourth to tenth, 500 each. There’s just over a week left, so let everyone compete a bit.”

Song didn’t expect much from such a small incentive but still announced the “new benefit” faithfully.

Then something magical happened. By the second round of inspection, all the workers’ activity visibly increased.

Even the usually lazy Hengxin team stopped chatting and returned to their tasks.

Song watched in a mix of excitement and confusion. “Previously, our 2% contract-based incentive didn’t motivate them. Now, less than 100,000 yuan produces this much effect?”

Xia Mingtang sipped some water and explained.

“The previous 2% went to the company. By the time it trickled down to workers, we don’t know how much they got. A large project depends on many people—whether it finishes early isn’t up to one person alone. Most just aim to meet deadlines without making mistakes.

“Now, with just over a week left, the top ten teams’ finishing times differ by less than a day. There are 19 teams in total, so the probability of making the top ten is high.

“Direct cash rewards in workers’ hands, even 500 yuan for tenth place, is about two days’ wages for them. They only need to work slightly harder during the final week.

“Hengxin’s area is highly dependent on neighboring teams; if they slack off, the adjacent workers will complain first.”

Xia Mingtang patted Song on the shoulder. “No need to look at me in awe. I’ll come back tomorrow to continue inspecting.”

Watching her graceful departure, Song thought: I used to think the young lady was frivolous. As expected, capitalists’ blood runs in the family.

Xia Mingtang’s first battle was a success. Proudly, she went to the hospital to report the good news to Grandma Xia Huaying, relieved to see her recovering well, and then returned to the Xijing villa.

Since returning to Rong City, Xia Mingtang had spent nearly every day at the hospital. Now she could finally relax.

After a bath and changing into comfortable clothes, she sat by the window holding Mimi and gently stroked the cat’s ears.

From this vantage point, she could see the wooden swing among the backyard flowers.

Qin Yan, unusually dressed in a white dress, sat on the swing, rocking gently, looking fresh and elegant.

She had returned home without making a sound.

Xia Mingtang held Mimi and went downstairs to the yard, approaching the swing.

Seeing her wife, Qin Yan stopped swinging and spread her arms, signaling for a hug.

Xia Mingtang squeezed close with Mimi, unable to hug Qin Yan with her hands, and was instead fully embraced.

Mimi, trapped in the middle, squirmed but was forced to endure the couple’s affection.

“When did you get back?” Xia Mingtang lazily leaned into Qin Yan’s embrace.

“I came back while you were bathing. Has our little busy bee had a good day at work?” Qin Yan asked while petting Mimi, though she was really trying to shoo the “third party” cat away.

Xia Mingtang turned slightly, blocking Qin Yan from pushing the cat away.

“I went to see Xie An, with her help I’ve been getting more proficient with the company stuff. Now I can be freer, and tomorrow afternoon I can even take my wife to work.”

Xia Mingtang noticed Qin Yan using the same hand that had pet Mimi to touch her and lightly slapped her hand.

“Thanks for the thought, but I’ll leave for the factory tomorrow morning.”

Qin Yan, still mischievous, leaned in and nibbled Xia Mingtang’s ear.

“Look at my wife working so hard now,” she whispered.

“Nonsense… when have I ever… not worked hard?” Xia Mingtang shivered from the nibble, tightening her hold on Mimi.

“Meow~”

Mimi wriggled free, escaping Xia Mingtang’s grasp—just as Qin Yan wanted.

She picked up Xia Mingtang and placed her on her lap, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss.

Xia Mingtang, deprived of kisses for days, nearly suffocated, finally breaking apart after a long moment.

Looking into Qin Yan’s glossy black eyes, a question rose in her mind: “How much of your memory have you recovered now?”

Qin Yan lowered her gaze. “Still eighteen. I’ve been busy adapting to the company, haven’t had time to restore more memories.”

As if memory recovery were something that could be scheduled at will.

Seeing Xia Mingtang silent, Qin Yan buried her head in her wife’s neck, nuzzling and acting affectionate.

“Wife, I miss you so much. We haven’t… fulfilled our marital duties for over a week.”

Her boldness left Xia Mingtang blushing. She playfully scolded this eighteen-year-old mind.

“You’re still young. Don’t think about such things. Many married people don’t even do it once a month.”

Qin Yan pouted. “That’s for old couples. We just got married. I don’t care, today I want to sleep with my wife.”

Without waiting, she slid her hand under Xia Mingtang’s leg and lifted her horizontally.

Being carried, Xia Mingtang could only bury her face in Qin Yan’s neck in embarrassment.

Qin Yan mischievously shook her, making Xia Mingtang grip tighter to avoid falling.

She carried Xia Mingtang into the master bedroom and placed her on the bed.

To prevent escape, Qin Yan didn’t go wash her hands but tore a wet wipe from the bedside and began wiping them.

The moment was enough for Xia Mingtang to prop herself up.

She glanced at Qin Yan, who was wiping her long, delicate fingers with a wet wipe, her eyes slightly glistening.

Eighteen-year-old Qin Yan had an innocent demeanor that could wreak havoc, and Xia Mingtang, remembering the previous experience, decided to act strategically.

She hooked Qin Yan’s sleeve and moved closer. “How about I do it this time?”

Qin Yan’s eyes brightened. Examining her hand, she frowned slightly.

“Your nails are so long, not serious. Fine, I’ll wait until next time.”

She tossed the wet wipe aside, deftly removing Xia Mingtang’s restraints while kissing her.

Layer by layer, leaving only a smooth, delicate layer of skin.

One hand caressed the softness, teasing; the other raised slightly, as if flaunting a prize.

“I do my nails every day. See my sincerity?” Qin Yan said.

Xia Mingtang half-opened her eyes, catching a flash of white, and was soon dizzy from Qin Yan’s skilled touch.

Her beautiful, innocent face belied the decisiveness of her actions, effortlessly tossing Xia Mingtang into the air.

Xia Mingtang clutched the sheets, urging her to slow down, but her voice was already broken and shaky.

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