The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 97

After such a major incident at home, Xia Mingtang didn’t rush back to the West Well Villa and decided to stay at the Xia family’s old residence for a few days.

The butler, seeing that both the young lady and Miss Qin were home today, specially instructed the kitchen to prepare a very sumptuous dinner.

When it was time to eat, Xia Mingtang and Qin Yan sat at the dining table, but Xia Huaying hadn’t appeared yet.

Since sending Xia’s father and son away earlier in the day, Xia Huaying had stayed in the study.

Worried about her grandmother, Xia Mingtang packed some food in a lunchbox and knocked on the study door.

Xia Huaying was holding a photo album. Seeing the visitor, she adjusted her reading glasses but remained silent.

Xia Mingtang walked in and placed the lunchbox on the desk, pouting playfully, “Grandma, if you have something to do, eat first before worrying about it.”

Xia Huaying glanced at the lunchbox and let her finger rest on a photo in the album. She slowly said, “Mingtang, have you ever held any resentment against your grandmother over the years?”

Xia Mingtang was taken aback. “Grandma, why would you ask that?”

Resentment… yes, there was some, but this wasn’t the right moment to bring it up.

Xia Huaying didn’t insist on an answer and continued,

“Back then, I insisted that Zhenwei marry Zhilan.

“I actually knew they had no feelings for each other, but I let my selfishness take over.

“I watched Zhilan grow up, and more than once thought—what if instead of Zhenwei, I had a daughter as clever and well-behaved as Zhilan?

“So I made Zhilan my wife. As for the feelings between husband and wife, I thought they could develop over time.

“But it was this selfishness that hurt Zhilan… and you as well.

“Over the years, I wasn’t entirely unaware of Zhenwei’s behavior. He’s not a good husband, nor a good father.

“But… he was born of me, and sigh~”

Hearing this, Xia Mingtang’s heart felt a complex mix of emotions.

This was the first time in her adult life she had heard her grandmother speak so seriously about her mother.

She had known that her grandmother and maternal grandmother grew up in the same courtyard as sisters.

After her mother’s accident, her maternal grandmother went abroad, and the older generation never mentioned each other again.

From that time, Xia Huaying’s attitude toward Xia Zhenwei had become subtle—she disliked seeing him but couldn’t completely ignore him.

Perhaps this is the nature of maternal love.

Xia Mingtang didn’t plan on having children, so she couldn’t fully understand maternal love.

But she knew her grandmother cared about Xia Zhenwei, and cared even more about her, so she comforted her,

“Grandma, Xia Zhenwei is Xia Zhenwei, and you are you. You don’t need to take responsibility for his entire life. Everyone knows my mother’s accident was just that—an accident. Even without parental care, I’ve still grown up fine, haven’t I?”

Xia Huaying looked up and saw her granddaughter’s wide, sparkling eyes. She sighed with relief.

This granddaughter, although sometimes rash in her actions, had a pure and kind heart—just like her mother.

“Fortunately, you and Xiao Yan are in love now,” Xia Huaying said, holding Xia Mingtang’s hand.

Hearing this, Xia Mingtang’s heart skipped a beat: “In love with Qin Yan?”

Previously, after escaping, she reported to Xia Huaying for peace of mind, not wanting Qin Yan to have conflicts with the Xia family.

So she pretended to be willful, saying, “Even after marriage, life feels uneasy. If Qin Yan doesn’t agree to a divorce, I won’t come back!”

She didn’t mention anything about Qin Yan’s past ‘misdeeds.’

For now, Qin Yan had memory loss; whether they were truly in love or not, at least their recent interactions were harmonious.

If it could stay like this, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Not wanting to worry her grandmother, she tacitly agreed with the notion of “being in love.”

She tapped the lunchbox on the desk to urge,

“Come on, eat quickly. I’d feel bad starting without you. I’m still in recovery, you know.”

Xia Huaying listened to her granddaughter’s urging and finally put down the photo album.

Xia Mingtang’s eyes accidentally scanned the album. The woman in the photos looked to be in her twenties, with soft medium-length hair and a refined, artistic temperament.

The woman was sitting on a sofa, a book on her lap, a faint smile on her face.

This was her mother, He Zhilan.

After encouraging her grandmother, Xia Mingtang had her own dinner.

That night, she stayed in her pre-marriage room with Qin Yan.

Xia Mingtang’s room was quite different from the personality she usually displayed; the decor was very pink.

Not only were the walls painted pink, but the bed, desk, and chairs were all in shades of pink.

All the furniture was decorated with fuzzy or jingling ornaments, like a fairy-tale kingdom.

This was designed personally by Xia Mingtang when she was twelve, spending a long time on it.

She was very satisfied with her creation, and since she had grown lazy later, she had never changed the style.

When Qin Yan first stepped in, she thought she had entered a child’s room. She thought: “Such a childish design. Such gaudy colors and crooked-faced toys… if a child ran around here in the future, my head would explode.”

She furrowed her beautiful brows, weighing her words, and finally said,

“Wife, I think at our age, it’s too early to have children.”

Xia Mingtang reacted after a few seconds and snapped,

“Children? This is my room! I don’t want kids!”

Qin Yan relaxed slightly hearing the latter half.

Upon learning this was her wife’s room, her attitude changed immediately.

The pink bed and the fuzzy little creatures were full of girlish charm, as cute as her wife.

Qin Yan picked up a blue plush rabbit and started a conversation, “Is this… the Blue Rabbit from Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes?”

A few days ago, she had watched many cartoons with Xia Mingtang and memorized a few details for shared topics.

“What? This is just an ordinary rabbit. You didn’t even have a childhood if you don’t know Blue Rabbit,” Xia Mingtang said, grabbing the rabbit, stroking its ears absentmindedly.

Qin Yan noticed her distraction and gently held her arm.

“Wife, do you have something on your mind?”

Xia Mingtang returned to reality and lazily rested her arm on Qin Yan’s hand,

“I just went to see grandma. She told me about… my mother’s past. She also said… fortunately, we are in love.”

Qin Yan didn’t know how to comfort her about the Xia family affairs, but she wholeheartedly agreed with the latter half.

“Grandma is right!”

Xia Mingtang looked up to see a face so innocent and pure.

It reminded her of someone from before, with identical eyebrows and eyes, but a completely different temperament.

After hesitating a few seconds, she asked, “Qin Yan, do you like your current life?”

“Of course. Life is comfortable and peaceful. No one is chasing me, no one is provoking me. Most importantly, I have such a~ cute wife,” Qin Yan said playfully at the end.

Xia Mingtang blushed at her cute tone but felt a tinge of melancholy.

“If one day you regain your memories and realize reality isn’t as beautiful as you think, and we aren’t this loving couple…”

“Shh~ can I just not regain my memories?” Qin Yan interrupted before Xia Mingtang could finish, holding her arm tighter.

This answer wasn’t surprising.

Not regaining her memory—Xia Mingtang had considered that too.

After all, the eighteen-year-old Qin Yan didn’t monitor or force her; she was still uncorrupted, far cuter than the thirty-one-year-old version.

But was someone with incomplete memories still a complete person?

And what right did she and the current Qin Yan have to make decisions for the thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan, to prevent her from regaining her memory?

If she never regained her memory, it would be as if the thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan had disappeared from the world, sacrificing herself to save her.

Thinking this way, the thirty-one-year-old Qin Yan was also pitiful.

Xia Mingtang’s limited brainpower struggled to process so many philosophical thoughts at once, and soon her head began to ache.

Qin Yan, seeing her wife silent for a long time, didn’t push for an answer.

She pulled Xia Mingtang into her arms and kissed her on the face, “I was just talking casually. Whether or not I regain my memory isn’t something I can control. We’ll take it step by step.”

Indeed, worrying about something uncertain was useless; taking it step by step was the way.

Xia Mingtang pinched Qin Yan’s ear, “Forget all that. Sleep, sleep.”

They washed up in separate bathrooms and changed into pajamas before getting into bed.

Having had a taste of indulgence, Qin Yan had been looking forward to her wife’s discharge, eager to be intimate.

But now that Xia Mingtang was discharged, she was staying at the Xia family’s old residence.

Seeing her wife and grandmother like this, she would have to restrain herself for a few days.

Qin Yan lay in bed beside the warm softness that exuded a faint sweet fragrance.

She turned slightly, just meeting Xia Mingtang’s wide eyes.

The room’s chandelier was off, and only moonlight through the window faintly outlined their faces.

Their eyes shone brightly in the night, like pearls.

They stared at each other for several seconds, as if playing a silent game of “freeze.”

Finally, Xia Mingtang couldn’t resist speaking, “Why are you staring at me instead of sleeping at this hour?”

Qin Yan blinked, “If you don’t look at me, how do you know I’m looking at you?”

Her logic was flawless.

Xia Mingtang immediately closed her eyes, muttering, “I’m already asleep, and you can’t look at me either.”

When there was no response for a long while, Xia Mingtang thought Qin Yan had fallen asleep—but her lips were covered by a soft, cool warmth.

A wet, nimble tongue traced her lips’ shape.

Xia Mingtang opened her eyes as she felt herself pulled closer by the waist.

Even though it wasn’t summer yet, the air felt warm.

Xia Mingtang rested her hand on Qin Yan’s arm, pushing and pulling slightly, but not really exerting force.

Qin Yan lingered on her soft lips for a while, then teasingly said, “You can keep sleeping.”

Xia Mingtang: …

How could she possibly sleep now?

She struggled for a few seconds but eventually surrendered to her feelings, lowering herself completely into Qin Yan’s embrace, deepening the kiss.

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