Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 21

After reading the entire report, Yan Qinglan stood in silence. The air around her grew colder with every passing second.

Just as she was about to crumple the paper in her hand, the housekeeper gently reminded her, “Miss Yan, the paper will tear.”

“Hmm.” Yan Qinglan let out a breath, found a sealed plastic bag, and carefully placed the report inside.

She took off her gloves and washed her hands with cold water, but it still didn’t calm her down.

She couldn’t believe it. Wen Huaxi really…

Yan Qinglan’s lashes trembled, her eyes burning like fire.

They had agreed not to mess around with other people.

She had held back this entire time to avoid making trouble. So why had Wen Huaxi…

Frustrated, Yan Qinglan splashed the cold water on her face.

She realized her agitation wasn’t just because Wen Huaxi had gotten pregnant.

There was something deeper, something more confusing.

It felt like she wanted to dig up the person who had been involved with Wen Huaxi and then…

Yan Qinglan stopped her imagination from running any further.

She felt completely restless, but had no idea what she should do next.

This was the first time she had ever had a wife, the first time she was dealing with something like a child.

And on top of it all, Wen Huaxi hadn’t told her anything.

Was she planning to give the baby up?

That didn’t make sense. Wen Huaxi had already bought pacifiers and diapers.

Something about all of this felt wrong. The madness she had kept buried inside for so long felt like it was about to break free.

Her wife from a marriage agreement was pregnant.

And the child definitely wasn’t hers.

What was she supposed to do?

It wasn’t until her head started to go numb from the cold that Yan Qinglan finally turned off the tap.

She picked up a teacup and crushed it in her hand.

The porcelain shattered and sliced into her palm, but she didn’t react.

Even pain couldn’t help her think clearly. This was a real problem now.

After a while, she came back to her senses. She found the first aid kit and started cleaning the wounds on her own.

She treated the injuries half-heartedly, ignoring some of the shards completely and wiping at the cuts without care.

It was clear she was overwhelmed and couldn’t focus.

She still hadn’t come up with a solution. And it wasn’t like she could order Wen Huaxi to get rid of the baby.

It was Wen Huaxi’s child. Her body. Yan Qinglan had no right to interfere.

All she could do for now was pretend she didn’t know.

She would wait and see what Wen Huaxi intended to do. After all, she had kept it hidden, cried about something for days, and now had quietly started preparing baby supplies.

Yan Qinglan suddenly remembered that Wen Huaxi had used her credit card.

Her expression instantly turned sour, like she had swallowed a fly.

It was a marriage based on agreement. It was normal for Wen Huaxi to be involved with someone else.

Yan Qinglan repeated that to herself over and over, trying to stay calm.

But the more she said it, the more bitter she felt. The bitterness slowly built into anger.

She grabbed the punching bag and hit it hard with her fist.

At that moment, Wen Huaxi opened the door, coming home to prepare for the auction with Yan Qinglan.

She walked in and immediately saw her ex-wife, clearly agitated, punching the stuffing out of a sandbag. Wen Huaxi’s pupils shrank.

Even among alphas, Yan Qinglan’s strength was frightening.

Wen Huaxi instinctively shrank back. She could feel the resentment in the air, even from several meters away.

Then she noticed the blood on Yan Qinglan’s hand.

Her breath hitched, and she rushed over.

“What did you do to get hurt like this?” She couldn’t stand seeing injuries that looked this close to self-harm.

Seeing how Yan Qinglan had just wiped the wounds casually made her panic even more. She grabbed the first aid kit nearby and started carefully tending to the injuries.

Yan Qinglan lowered her eyes. Her gaze, though soft on the surface, was clouded with something darker.

But Wen Huaxi was too focused to notice the look in Yan Qinglan’s eyes.

As the medicine stung her hand, Yan Qinglan closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, her expression had returned to its usual calm. Her gaze was clear and composed.

“Thank you, Xiaoxi.” What if Wen Huaxi had the baby because of some kind of accident?

Her fingers tensed slightly.

Why was she trying to make excuses for Wen Huaxi? Why had she been frozen on the spot, unable to say a word? And why… why did she hope the child was hers?

Shouldn’t she not care what Wen Huaxi did? Even if it involved having a baby.

Even if the baby was born, she could still claim it as her own in front of others.

“If it hurts, just bear with it. Honestly, what’s the point of thanking me? You really need to stop doing this to yourself.”

Wen Huaxi thought back to her past life. Sometimes she had seen Yan Qinglan like this, treating her own body with reckless cruelty, as if she couldn’t even feel pain.

Sometimes it was razor blades. Sometimes it was paper. More often, whatever was in reach. Pens, ceramic cups…

Even after being reborn, Wen Huaxi still didn’t understand what Yan Qinglan had gone through to make her act this way.

But now, seeing it again, her heart ached for her automatically.

“Isn’t that why I need you around?” Yan Qinglan looked at her with such tenderness, such attention, that her heart ached.

She thought of the memories they shared. So many moments, so close, but all of it existed only in her head.

She couldn’t even bring herself to tell Wen Huaxi.

Let alone try to live it out again.

After all, Wen Huaxi had gotten pregnant behind her back.

Had she really stopped liking her?

Who had she been with? Was that person better?

Yan Qinglan felt confused for a brief moment.

The word “agreement” echoed in her mind, constantly reminding her of the nature of their relationship.

It felt awful.

Her hand didn’t hurt. If anything, it felt nice being treated by Wen Huaxi’s gentle touch.

What hurt was her heart.

“I can’t watch you every day,” Wen Huaxi finally said after finishing the treatment. She glanced at the destroyed punching bag, made a sound of disgust, then quickly slipped away to her room.

Yan Qinglan grabbed her hand.

Wen Huaxi turned back. “Can you… not hold so tight? That really hurts.”

She had wanted to scold her, but the overly pitiful look on Yan Qinglan’s face softened her anger. In the end, she only muttered something mild and gave her a glare.

Yan Qinglan immediately loosened her grip. “Sorry… where does Xiaoxi want to go?”

“To my room to change. I can’t go to the auction dressed like this.”

Wen Huaxi figured Yan Qinglan must have thought she was trying to run away again.

She honestly wanted to. But thinking about the dangerous, aggressive energy that Yan Qinglan gave off sometimes… she didn’t dare.

Yan Qinglan let go. “You’re right. I’ll go change too.”

In her room, as she got dressed, Yan Qinglan kept thinking about the memory that had just resurfaced.

It was one of Wen Huaxi treating her wounds, on her wrists and arms.

She had never done something like that in reality, but it did feel like something she could have done.

Especially when Wen Huaxi had mentioned her mother being in a coma in that memory.

In that memory, Wen Huaxi was just as gentle and thoughtful. But the way she looked at her was different.

There was more intensity, more purity, more passion—something completely missing in reality now.

So Wen Huaxi really didn’t like her anymore.

But if that memory was from a parallel world, or even her past life…

Why were things so different now?

On the way to the auction, Yan Qinglan kept replaying her memories and thoughts about Wen Huaxi.

Meanwhile, Wen Huaxi was flipping through the catalog Yan Qinglan had given her.

She quickly found the two items she wanted to bid on: a rough jade stone and a rare couture gown.

She was attending the surface-level auction. The items were a bit more basic.

The things she wanted were listed early on, so they wouldn’t be too expensive.

More importantly, Lu Tong would be attending.

Just thinking of that name, her best friend from her previous life, softened Wen Huaxi’s expression.

If her calculations were right, Lu Tong’s family hadn’t encountered misfortune yet.

At least now, Wen Huaxi had some money. She had income from her film role, and she was listed as a designer at her sister’s company, which gave her a share of the profits.

She could probably help Lu Tong out a little.

Yan Qinglan noticed her softened expression and her eyes darkened slightly.

She reached over and gently pulled Wen Huaxi into a loose hug. “What is Xiaoxi thinking about?”

This annoying woman was acting stranger and stranger.

Wen Huaxi glanced at her suspiciously, but under her calm and quiet gaze, she answered truthfully. “I’m thinking about a friend.”

“A friend?” Yan Qinglan repeated softly.

“Yeah. A very good friend.” Even though that friend didn’t know her yet in this timeline.

Was this “friend” going to become Wen Huaxi’s new love interest?

“Then did Xiaoxi ask me to come with you to this auction because of that friend?”

Yan Qinglan had thought Wen Huaxi was interested in the final item being auctioned—a large pigeon-blood ruby. Those were extremely rare.

“Not just for that. I want to bid on these two,” Wen Huaxi replied, pointing them out. “Make sure you help me keep an eye on them, alright?”

Since she needed something, her tone and expression softened noticeably when she spoke to Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan took the booklet, but her fingers crumpled one corner of the page.

Did Wen Huaxi use that same tone with other people?

“Qingjie?” Wen Huaxi called her again after getting no response. She even leaned in closer.

Seeing the girl lift her head and look at her so trustingly, Yan Qinglan’s heart skipped a beat.

She couldn’t help thinking of Wen Huaxi calling someone else “Jie” just as sweetly. That thought made her even more irritable.

“I’ll help you.” She forced herself to keep the irritation down.

“Thanks, Jie.” Wen Huaxi smiled, satisfied, and moved back to her side of the sofa, away from Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan remembered what she had said not long ago, that Wen Huaxi could keep up their contractual marriage and still look for someone new on the side.

She really wanted to go back in time and slap herself for saying that.

She had truly brought this on herself.

When they arrived at the auction, Yan Qinglan leaned into the sofa, expression unreadable, though her mood was clearly dark.

They had a private room to themselves. Wen Huaxi took one look at Yan Qinglan’s cold demeanor and quickly distanced herself.

She was only here to buy what she wanted. Yan Qinglan could pay, and that would be enough.

If Wen Huaxi had been able to enter the auction alone, she wouldn’t have needed her at all.

The price for the jade stone had gone up due to a bidding war, but Wen Huaxi knew how good the finished product would be, so she didn’t mind paying a bit extra.

As for the dress, just as she expected, no one bid on it.

The main reason was that it looked slightly worn, and likely had been worn before.

Wen Huaxi disliked that part too. But what she really cared about was the designer—Du Jiayan.

Du Jiayan was a legendary woman. After getting married, she disappeared from the public eye. She was manipulated into depression, lost her child, and nearly fell apart.

But she managed to get a divorce, pick herself back up, and restart her career.

In her past life, two years from now, Du Jiayan finally ended that terrible marriage and released six design pieces that won her first place in an international design competition.

After that, she and Wen Suixue had some business conflicts and became competitors.

But Wen Huaxi admired her deeply. She hoped to recruit her into Wen Suixue’s company.

In the end, Wen Huaxi was the only one who raised a paddle for the dress. She bought it at a shockingly low price, knowing full well that in two years it would skyrocket in value.

She also left a good impression on Du Jiayan.

After all, in her last life, this very dress went unsold at the auction and eventually returned to Du Jiayan.

Later, Yan Qinglan bid on two medicinal herbs and casually picked up a high-end speaker system.

Wen Huaxi had no further goals. She sat there eating the snacks Yan Qinglan had prepared, looking down at the auction floor with interest.

Everything changed the moment she spotted Lu Tong.

Her expression shifted.

But how was she supposed to approach her old friend? Lu Tong didn’t even know her yet.

Wen Huaxi frowned slightly, staring intently at her.

Yan Qinglan followed her gaze and saw a girl with soft features and a gentle expression standing below.

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