Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 17

Yan Qinglan forwarded the purchase history to Wen Huaxi.

It was only then that Wen Huaxi realized, belatedly, that she had once again used Yan Qinglan’s credit card.

There was no helping it. She had gotten too used to it. The things were already bought, and it was too late to return them.

But facing Yan Qinglan about it…

Wen Huaxi pouted. She would deal with it later.

She had to return home to rest for the pregnancy. There was no way she could keep this from Yan Qinglan for long.

But how was she supposed to explain that the child was actually hers?

No matter how she thought about it, none of it made sense.

[Ex-Wife: Huaxi, aren’t you going to explain this?]

Wen Huaxi snapped out of her thoughts.

After thinking for a moment, she decided there was no need to explain everything so clearly right now. She simply sent Yan Qinglan a playful sticker, the kind that said “bleh bleh bleh.”

Then, without hesitation, she blocked her.

The silly little sticker left Yan Qinglan fuming. She had been about to reply, but her message bounced back with a red exclamation mark.

She nearly lost her breath in frustration.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to calm herself down.

She was not the most patient person to begin with, but she could not argue with Wen Huaxi, and she could not resort to force, so she had to endure.

After blocking Yan Qinglan, Wen Huaxi waited until she was certain the woman was offline, then quietly unblocked her.

She had not meant to provoke Yan Qinglan. She had just needed a moment of peace.

After that, she grabbed the handbag that Yan Qinglan had bought for her a few days ago and headed to her sister’s office building.

The building happened to be fairly close to where Yan Qinglan worked.

Feeling a little anxious about going home, Wen Huaxi suddenly changed direction halfway and decided to stop by and see Yan Qinglan first.

When Yan Qinglan saw the girl who had just blocked her hours ago walk in, she did not know what expression to wear. She could only pretend not to see her.

“Sister Qing, I came to visit you at work,” Wen Huaxi announced cheerfully, never one to behave quietly.

She rustled through her bag and pulled out a plastic bag.

The crinkling sound echoed loudly in the office, breaking Yan Qinglan’s already fragile focus.

She had no choice but to put down her documents and look up at Wen Huaxi, finally responding to her delayed greeting.

“So it’s you, Huaxi. What a surprise. You came to see me. That’s very thoughtful.”

She had clearly seen her earlier and deliberately pretended not to. Now she had the nerve to start fresh like nothing had happened.

Wen Huaxi found it amusing. She floated over like a butterfly and peeked at the documents Yan Qinglan had been reading, but they didn’t make much sense to her.

She gave a little wave and pushed the stack of papers aside, then sat down on a chair she had dragged over and held the plastic bag out like a prized offering.

“I brought you butterfly pastries,” she said proudly.

Her expression was sincere, but Yan Qinglan was not about to fall for it.

“I’m not hungry. You have them, Huaxi.”

She immediately shifted to the side to rescue her nearly toppling stack of paperwork.

Wen Huaxi lifted her foot and gently blocked Yan Qinglan from moving further.

“But they’re freshly baked, from Lu’s Bakery. I stood in line for two hours. Don’t you even want a taste, Sister Qing?”

Yan Qinglan had to admit, she was tempted.

She really did love the butterfly pastries from that shop. And after everything Wen Huaxi had said, refusing them would just seem heartless.

Trying to ignore the pressure on her foot, she gave in and turned back.

“Then thank you, Huaxi. I appreciate it.”

Wen Huaxi instantly beamed with joy. She opened the bag and deliberately chose a slightly broken piece, where the edge had crumbled just enough to stir the imagination, and offered it to Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan fell silent. She could neither open her mouth nor turn her away. She was stuck.

She thought Wen Huaxi was once again trying to hand her something she had already taken a bite out of.

Why this child had such strange habits, she would never understand.

“Don’t want it?” Wen Huaxi asked, seeing that Yan Qinglan wasn’t falling for it. She had gotten smarter. Not even delicious food could make her react now. So Wen Huaxi played her trump card.

Her eyes began to shimmer with tears. She looked at Yan Qinglan, blinking sadly, her brows furrowed slightly and her lips bitten gently.

She looked like one of those frail beauties from a tragedy, who did everything for their beloved but got no recognition, crying alone at home because of good manners and a broken heart.

Anyone with a soul would feel sorry for her.

Unfortunately, Yan Qinglan had no such soul. She simply watched, curious to see how far Wen Huaxi would go with her performance.

“I understand. Sister thinks I’m dirty. You don’t want to eat something I brought you,” Wen Huaxi said with a sniffle, withdrawing the pastry and looking genuinely hurt. A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I’ll try harder in the future. I’ll make sure to bring you something you actually like so you won’t reject me.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

Just as Yan Qinglan moved, trying to explain herself, Wen Huaxi dropped that final line like a curtain call, leaving her completely speechless.

Yan Qinglan did not even get the chance to comfort her. The girl had performed a full solo drama and sealed the narrative without giving her room to respond.

Forcing herself to calm down, Yan Qinglan gently reached out and stroked Wen Huaxi’s back, keeping up the appearance of a doting partner.

“How could I ever dislike you? I like you too much.”

Her voice was warm and tender, more sincere than usual. You would never guess that just hours ago she had been furious at Wen Huaxi or that she had just been tricked. It was as if she genuinely adored Wen Huaxi and could tolerate anything she did.

The affectionate tone sent a small chill through Wen Huaxi’s spine.

Even knowing it was fake, those sweet words still made her heart skip for a moment.

Four years of deep feelings did not fade easily. Living together made them even harder to forget.

She lowered her gaze, a faint smirk curling her lips, but the smile carried a chill.

“Then why wouldn’t you eat it?”

Yan Qinglan suddenly felt that something about the way she said “sister” just now was off.

“When did I say I wouldn’t? You were the one talking nonstop.”

“So now I talk too much? You find me annoying?” Wen Huaxi pouted again.

“I never said that. I’ll eat it now.” Yan Qinglan could not take it anymore.

This was driving her crazy. She needed to end this quickly and shut the girl up.

As soon as she said that, Wen Huaxi lit up again.

Yan Qinglan carefully avoided the broken edge and took a bite, then broke off a large piece.

Before Wen Huaxi could react, she leaned in.

Still holding the piece of pastry between her lips, she pressed her hand on the back of Wen Huaxi’s chair, forcing her to lean back against it.

With her free hand, she blocked Wen Huaxi’s instinctive resistance and gently held her chin.

Wen Huaxi had no choice but to tilt her head upward. Her eyes filled with tears from the sudden pressure, and the tip of her nose turned red.

Yan Qinglan’s hand trembled slightly, and her movements grew more forceful as she pressed the butterfly pastry against Wen Huaxi’s lips.

In that instant, Wen Huaxi could no longer speak even if she wanted to. Yan Qinglan was half-leaning over her, restricting her movements. Her arms and legs were pinned, and her neck was bent back in a position that felt increasingly uncomfortable.

But Yan Qinglan was far too close. Her actions were far too intimate.

Her sharp phoenix eyes narrowed, cold and cutting. That piercing gaze seemed to steal Wen Huaxi’s focus and silently forced her to part her lips that so often spoke nonsense.

To accept a false, heated affection that wasn’t real.

Wen Huaxi gasped softly. She could feel Yan Qinglan’s hand trembling.

Her own eyes narrowed, and in the end, she gave up resisting. Obediently, she opened her mouth.

But in the moment when Yan Qinglan relaxed, Wen Huaxi raised her hand, gripped the one pressing on her cheek, and forcefully twisted it upward.

Tears welled in her eyes as she choked down the pastry. She shifted her weight and reversed their positions, pressing Yan Qinglan beneath her.

Yan Qinglan’s pupils contracted sharply, like a wild animal whose territory had just been violated. Her struggle in that moment was intense and violent.

The strength she used landed squarely on Wen Huaxi, causing her to wince in pain.

There was no way she could overpower Yan Qinglan. And she didn’t want to risk harming herself.

The two were practically entangled. Even the distance between their lips was only a breath away.

In the end, Wen Huaxi gave up.

She stood up, returned to her seat, and held her stomach with both hands.

She was pregnant. She had to be careful, or her baby would start causing trouble.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes were bloodshot, overwhelmed by emotion.

It took her a long time to calm herself. When she finally looked over at Wen Huaxi, who was still clutching her stomach, her tone softened.

“Are you alright?”

She wasn’t sure if she had accidentally hurt Wen Huaxi just now.

Wen Huaxi shook her head but kept her hands on her belly.

That was careless, she thought. For the rest of her pregnancy, she needed to stop messing around with Yan Qinglan.

If anything happened to the baby, how would Yan Qinglan make up for it?

She wasn’t about to have another one with her.

“Sorry,” Yan Qinglan said after seeing that her expression still didn’t look right.

Her eyes held unspoken meaning, but she didn’t say anything more.

It had been Wen Huaxi who started the whole thing.

Wen Huaxi didn’t want to argue. “Do you have any hot water?”

Yan Qinglan got up and poured her a cup.

After drinking it, Wen Huaxi felt much better. She glanced at the half-eaten butterfly pastry on the desk.

“You really wanted it. Why did you have to force it on me?”

Yan Qinglan was no longer in the mood to guard her snacks. She handed the pastry over.

Their earlier closeness had triggered a headache again for her.

It wasn’t serious, but every time it happened, her vision would blur briefly, and fragments of unfamiliar memories would flash through her mind.

They were always of her and Wen Huaxi together. And she was certain those moments had never actually happened.

Still, the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore. Today, that influence was what had driven her to silence Wen Huaxi the way she did.

The most recent memory she saw was of Wen Huaxi, eyes red, handing her divorce papers.

It was a reasonable scene. If their marriage remained purely an agreement, they would eventually separate.

But the emotions in the memory were different. There had been reluctance, even sorrow.

Those fragments of memory had shaken her more than she expected. She had forgotten to keep her usual distance.

Wen Huaxi didn’t seem surprised or bothered. “I told you I brought it for you. But if you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

She reached for the pastry.

But it didn’t move.

“Yan Qinglan, you clearly want it. Why pretend?” Wen Huaxi was so annoyed she nearly laughed.

It was rare for her to call Yan Qinglan by her full name. Yan Qinglan only lifted her gaze a little.

“You said it was for me. If I didn’t accept, what kind of person would I be? Thank you, Huaxi.”

She used just the right amount of force to snatch the pastry from her hand.

Facing Wen Huaxi’s puffed cheeks and angry expression, Yan Qinglan finally calmed down and even found her reaction kind of adorable.

“I’ll bring you something else tonight,” she said softly, trying to coax her.

“Hmph.” Wen Huaxi liked being spoiled but didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

She grabbed her bag and turned to leave. Her bag arced perfectly through the air and nearly smacked Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan barely dodged it and didn’t even say anything. She was used to indulging Wen Huaxi.

“Don’t forget to unblock me on WeChat.”

“I already did,” Wen Huaxi replied before slamming the door behind her.

After she left, Yan Qinglan leaned back in her chair, eating the butterfly pastry Wen Huaxi had brought, while sorting through the memories that had surfaced again.

Her fingers tapped the desk unconsciously. It seemed like every time she and Wen Huaxi got physically close, another memory fragment appeared.

She was beginning to grow curious about the full picture.

Her phone screen lit up. A message from Leng Yueshan.

Normally, she would have replied immediately.

But today…

She turned off the screen without responding.

After spending half an hour tangled up with Yan Qinglan, Wen Huaxi finally felt more relaxed.

She took a deep breath and entered her sister’s office building.

Outside the unfamiliar office door, Wen Huaxi stood for five full minutes before finally slapping her cheeks lightly and knocking.

“Come in.”

The voice from inside was all too familiar, and Wen Huaxi’s eyes welled up with tears.

She opened the door and saw the sister she hadn’t seen in so long.

“Wen Sui Xue…”

All her longing overwhelmed her nerves. She rushed forward and opened her arms to hug her.

Wen Suixue was clearly surprised but didn’t scold her.

In truth, she had missed Wen Huaxi too. During their time apart, she had regretted how harshly she had acted before.

“You’ve lost weight.”

That was the first thing she said after a long silence.

“Did that woman from the Yan family mistreat you? Didn’t give you enough to eat?”

Wen Huaxi couldn’t help but laugh through her tears.

“No, Sister. Yan Qinglan actually gives me plenty.”

Unless she was buying something strange with her credit card, Yan Qinglan usually didn’t interfere.

She never questioned a six-figure designer bag, but she would raise an eyebrow over a three-figure baby pacifier. Fair enough, really.

“But… I don’t like Yan Qinglan anymore. I want a divorce.”

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