The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 95

Qin Yan was quick and efficient. In less than twenty minutes, she turned off the shower and wrapped her wife tightly in a bath towel.

She placed Xia Mingtang on a chair and helped her dress, moving with an ease that seemed completely natural.

The eighteen-year-old Qin Yan seemed far more innocent than the thirty-one-year-old version. Bathing was simply bathing, wiping and dressing were simply dressing.

Her big, dark, sparkling eyes were focused, and every movement was meticulous—yet this very diligence made the one being cared for feel embarrassed.

Xia Mingtang rested a hand on Qin Yan’s shoulder, her gaze falling on a sea of smooth, snow-white skin.

Because of the shower, Xia Mingtang had also removed her outer clothes, which now hung on a nearby rack.

A slight downward glance revealed her toned abdomen, with faint hints of her abs.

Steam rose from her jade-like skin, still damp from Qin Yan’s careful washing.

Though they had seen each other naked countless times before, Xia Mingtang rarely examined Qin Yan closely. Either there hadn’t been a chance, or she simply hadn’t been in the mood.

Now, sitting in the hospital VIP room bathroom, looking at her amnesiac wife, she was utterly captivated.

“All done.” This time, Qin Yan dressed Xia Mingtang in the pajamas she had brought from home, instead of leaving her in the hospital gown.

The fluffy cotton pajamas softened the usually glamorous Xia Mingtang, giving her an extra layer of warmth and charm.

Qin Yan’s heart itched as she planted a simple kiss on her wife’s face.

Xia Mingtang: ?

Seizing the moment while Xia Mingtang was momentarily stunned, Qin Yan quickly dressed herself and effortlessly carried her wife out of the bathroom.

In the hospital room, there was a hairdryer. Qin Yan plugged it in and, with one hand holding it, lifted Xia Mingtang’s damp curls with the other.

Xia Mingtang had exceptionally good hair—a thick, natural wave, like a walking shampoo commercial.

Because of her surgery, a patch at the back of her head had been shaved. Qin Yan’s fingers brushed the scar, recalling the news from earlier that day, and a flash of sharpness crossed her eyes.

Fearing that Xia Mingtang might be upset, she didn’t linger on the scar, moving her fingers through the long hair instead.

The whirring of the hairdryer was constant, but Xia Mingtang didn’t find it annoying; instead, it made her sleepy.

Her body, weakened from surgery, found comfort resting her head against Qin Yan’s waist.

Qin Yan paused for a second but quickly continued as if nothing had happened. The once-soaked hair grew warm and soft in her hands.

When she turned off the hairdryer, Xia Mingtang yawned, covering her mouth.

“Tired? Want to nap a bit?” Since Xia Mingtang had been hospitalized, Qin Yan had instinctively taken on the role of the perfect wife, believing she could outdo even her future self in devotion.

If it weren’t for her wife’s current cognitive issues, she might have been nagging like a top-level grudge spirit every day: Do you prefer me, or her?

Xia Mingtang, unaware of Qin Yan’s inner twists, wiped the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes and shook her head softly.

“No, I just got up. Let’s watch some TV first.”

Qin Yan obediently handed over a tablet. Considering Xia Mingtang needed brain rest, she had thoughtfully set all streaming accounts to child mode.

Upon opening a video app, Xia Mingtang was immediately greeted by colorful cartoons.

Though she had protested Qin Yan’s well-meaning modifications, she had little choice but to accept.

Cartoons were cartoons—it was fine.

Qin Yan herself wasn’t much of a cartoon fan, but these past few days, she occasionally watched a few episodes with Xia Mingtang.

Mostly, though, she watched her wife watch.

The website hosted many classic old animations, which Xia Mingtang knew thoroughly and often introduced tidbits to Qin Yan when in a good mood.

Qin Yan paid little attention to the content, more interested in the way her wife leaned against her, whispering softly.

At that moment, a girl in a sailor uniform appeared on the screen, shouting, “I represent the moon to punish you!”

Qin Yan leaned closer. “Is this Sailor Moon… the character you cosplayed before?”

Xia Mingtang tilted her head in confusion. “When did I ever cosplay Sailor Moon?”

Seeing her disbelief, Qin Yan quickly retrieved her phone and searched for evidence.

Soon, she played a video and dragged the progress bar to the middle.

The screen showed Xia Mingtang pulling off a hair clip and shouting, “Moon Tiara Action!”

Xia Mingtang’s confusion grew. When had this happened? She couldn’t recall.

Seeing the face of her friend in the background, she finally realized—it must have been during their time in Yun Town. Specific details were hazy.

Qin Yan, for her part, hadn’t realized the gravity of the “black history” she’d preserved, until she noticed her wife’s expression, a mix of embarrassment and blush.

Quickly, she handed the phone over to Xia Mingtang and cleared herself of any involvement.

“I thought you had filmed this willingly, but it was a sneak shot? That person is so awful!”

Xia Mingtang, initially ready to be angry, saw Qin Yan’s expression mirroring her outrage. She had no anger left for her, and instead muttered as she deleted the video: “Bastard, black-hearted!”

Seeing the anger directed elsewhere, Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief—and silently celebrated that the video had been backed up on the computer.

A wife cosplaying a magical girl—so adorable!

Of course, Qin Yan couldn’t say this out loud. For now, she would remain on her wife’s side in solidarity.

Clearing her throat, she raged more vehemently than Xia Mingtang:

“Exactly! That person was malicious, scheming, and completely disrespectful. They deserve to be tied up and beaten!”

Xia Mingtang blinked slowly. “Maybe… it’s not that serious.”

“It is!” Qin Yan insisted, unwilling to let her wife remain upset, escalating her argument.

“As the saying goes, ‘small signs reveal great truths.’ If they could secretly film you today, tomorrow they might plant cameras on you. It’s unacceptable.”

Xia Mingtang was momentarily struck. Somehow, it rang true.

Seeing her wife silent, Qin Yan seized the moment to promote herself:

“I’m different. I’ll only care for my wife. If my wife says no on the first, I won’t go on the fifteenth. If she says east, I won’t go west.”

Xia Mingtang pursed her lips, unsure how to respond.

This version of Qin Yan… indeed seemed different from before.

Noticing her wife’s softened expression, Qin Yan covered her smile, hiding her satisfaction.

What sins did the thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan commit that have anything to do with the eighteen-year-old Qin Yan?

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