Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 27

“Really? If I don’t go home, you’re not going to show up at the set again, are you? Like last time, bringing along that ambiguous lover of yours.” Wen Huaxi mocked Yan Qinglan’s past actions without holding back.

Yan Qinglan froze. The more she listened, the more she realized how insane she had been before.

To think she had tried to control her contractual wife like that. Who gave her the right?

She had been the one who said it herself. Their relationship was black and white, just a written agreement.

She was also the one who told Wen Huaxi she could find a new love interest, do whatever she wanted, as long as she showed up for their public appearances as a couple at the Yan household.

Why should they be tied together the rest of the time? Wen Huaxi deserved her own space.

“Jie was wrong.” Yan Qinglan took a deep breath, fully aware she should not let herself get lost in this strange, consuming feeling again.

“If Xiaoxi doesn’t want to come home, then so be it.” Her words let go of more than just control. It was as if she had pulled back from the entire situation.

Wen Huaxi was momentarily stunned. She had not expected such an easy win.

Yan Qinglan backing off so much caught her off guard. After two seconds of consideration, she decided this was absolutely a good thing.

No matter how odd Yan Qinglan had been acting lately, she had now returned to her usual self.

So Wen Huaxi would just go back to handling her the way she always had.

“Tonight…” Wen Huaxi already wanted to run. She was thinking about heading to the bar with Yu Xiyun.

“We’re almost home. You haven’t even packed yet, have you? It’s better to stay one more night.”

Yan Qinglan’s head began to throb. It felt like something precious was slipping out of her hands, no longer hers to hold.

The feeling of losing something made her heart tremble with panic, and she instinctively clutched at the last thread she had.

At that moment, a flood of memories surged in, each one dragging its pain along.

“Alright.” Wen Huaxi pouted and leaned back in her seat, unaware of Yan Qinglan’s internal struggle.

Starting tomorrow, she would win back three months of freedom. One more night at home was not a big deal.

Besides, she would just stay in her own room, doing whatever she liked.

There were still snacks in the house, a massage chair, a bathtub to soak in.

If she wanted to eat anything, she could message the cook and have it delivered to her door.

Listing out the perks of staying home, Wen Huaxi actually managed to convince herself. She happily slipped back into the marital suite.

Yan Qinglan watched her walk in and close the door decisively. Her eyes darkened, like deep sea water.

She returned to her own room, slowly removed everything she considered unnecessary, and collapsed into the soft chair, trying to clear her mind.

But instead, only a heavier wave of dull pain settled in.

Like a dull blade slicing into her heart.

This time, the memory was of her searching for Wen Huaxi.

She had walked through all the places Wen Huaxi had been. The filming sets, the award venues, the university campus.

One step at a time, with no one else beside her.

She searched like a madwoman, as if trying to measure every inch of land with her own feet, yet she never found a trace of Wen Huaxi again.

Had Wen Huaxi left her, or had she completely disappeared from the world?

Either way, she remembered vividly the desperate longing to see her one last time, and the pain of knowing that such a simple wish was impossible.

Yan Qinglan pressed her aching head and could not stop the questions from circling in her mind.

Were these fragmented memories a strange warning, or something she had truly lived?

Why did they feel so foreign?

To give up everything for one person, to risk everything, to chase after a faint possibility with reckless abandon.

How could someone like her become that kind of lovesick fool?

A trace of fury flashed in Yan Qinglan’s eyes. Blood vessels filled her eyes, turning them red with rage.

She grabbed the nearest stuffed toy and threw it on the ground.

Then she threw more. A storm of destruction followed.

Not until the tip of a pen pierced her palm and the pain jolted her awake did she finally stop.

She looked around at the mess she had created and felt even more irritated.

Ever since being rescued by Yan Mingzhu and recovering at the Yan household, she had not lost control like this.

Her emotions had remained steady for the most part, even when she was angry, never to the point of breakdown.

But lately, every time she lost control, it seemed to involve Wen Huaxi. Even the memories were tied to her.

The extra memories did not give her a chance to avoid them. She had to face those unfamiliar images and feelings directly.

Her mind, her memories, these most private parts of herself, had been invaded so recklessly.

That was what made her so angry.

She wanted to reject the intruder. She wanted to protect her own territory.

She had gained those strange memories so many times. Sometimes she found them amusing, was even curious about the full story.

But more often, they made her feel trapped. Like her freedom had been stolen.

If not for those memories, would she have acted so out of character, forcing Wen Huaxi to come home? Would she have made such a fool of herself, interrupting her interactions with others?

Impossible.

Yan Qinglan had naively thought she could just lock those memories away.

But even that simple task, she had failed to do.

Then the solution was simple. She would stop seeing Wen Huaxi.

She would give her complete freedom.

They would return to what they were at the beginning. Strangers who signed a contract for mutual benefit, nothing more.

Her palm was bleeding again, the crimson soaking slowly through the bandage.

Yan Qinglan looked down at the wound Wen Huaxi had so carefully tended. Her expression flickered.

Finally, she unwrapped the bandage and threw the now old and stained cloth into the trash.

The gesture was careless, as indifferent as how she treated herself.

One floor above, Wen Huaxi lay comfortably on a large, soft bed.

She chatted with Lu Tong on voice call for a while, then sent an invitation to Yu Xiyun to have lunch together the next day.

One side of her screen held a conversation with a gorgeous older woman. The other played her beautiful friend’s voice.

On the bed, a fruit basket full of snacks sat open. A few pillows were scattered around, some under her, some hugged in her arms.

This was the kind of life she should be living.

Sometimes she thought about how, in her past life, she had waited alone in that cold house day after day, just hoping for a glance from someone who never cared.

It was laughable now.

That version of her really did belong to another lifetime. It would never happen again.

Wen Huaxi had started by lying on her stomach. Then she remembered her baby and shifted to lie flat on her back.

Say what you will, her own room was still the most comfortable.

She had not even looked at the rooms in the hotel near set. She originally thought Yan Qinglan would beg her to come home again.

But in her past life, she had stayed at that hotel.

Even the best facilities could not guarantee cleanliness.

More importantly, it just never felt comfortable. Nothing she wanted was there.

Enough. If she kept thinking about it, she would not want to leave at all.

Wen Huaxi shook off her wandering thoughts, ended her voice call with friends, and finally pulled out the script to start working.

Work for five minutes, play for two hours. She was definitely slacking off a little.

The next morning, just as agreed, Yan Qinglan planned to send Wen Huaxi to the film set.

Wen Huaxi had initially wanted to turn her down, but then noticed something odd about Yan Qinglan’s demeanor.

In the past, she had always been like a smiling predator, a mirage in the desert—warm on the surface, but elusive underneath.

Today, however, even that trace of warmth seemed to have disappeared. She was nothing but a cold mountain of ice.

Wen Huaxi watched closely. Even the curve of Yan Qinglan’s lips had dropped by several degrees.

She swallowed nervously, unsure if Yan Qinglan was upset about something.

“Qing-jie, if it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to take me,” Wen Huaxi offered cautiously, testing the waters.

She thought Yan Qinglan would respond as usual, at least pretending to insist.

To her surprise, Yan Qinglan only nodded. “Then be careful on the road. Let Xiao Liu handle anything you need.”

With that, she got into another car and headed to the company.

Wen Huaxi stood frozen in place, not sure whether to take a step forward or stay where she was.

“Miss Wen, it’s time to go,” Xiao Liu reminded her gently, finally snapping her out of it.

Why did Yan Qinglan seem even colder today than yesterday?

Even the usual “Let me know if you need anything” had become “Talk to Xiao Liu.”

Had she done something wrong? Had she made Yan Qinglan angry?

Wen Huaxi shook her head and brushed the thought away.

So what if she was mad? What did that have to do with her? She was just an innocent little thing who got dragged home by force and wasn’t even allowed to make friends.

During the lunch break, Wen Huaxi picked at a boxed meal without much enthusiasm.

She still had to go tidy up her hotel room. Tonight, she had plans with Yu Xiyun and wouldn’t be going home.

But now that she thought about it, she hadn’t said anything to Yan Qinglan today.

She took out her phone and noticed their chat still stopped at a few days ago. Only now did she realize she had not messaged Yan Qinglan at all these past few days.

Was that why she seemed so unhappy?

Feeling slightly guilty, Wen Huaxi sent a message to ask about her injured hand.

After finishing her lunch, she still had not received a reply.

Wen Huaxi pouted, a little disappointed.

But she had more important things to do. She tossed her phone into her bag and moved on.

Meanwhile, Yan Qinglan had seen the message.

Her expression softened a little, the cold mask on her face cracking just slightly.

She fetched the first-aid kit and began reapplying medicine and changing the bandages on her hand.

Halfway through, that familiar wave of emptiness washed over her again.

It was as if she wanted Wen Huaxi to be there tending the wound instead.

Frustrated, Yan Qinglan threw down the supplies and gave up on the bandaging altogether. She buried herself in work instead.

She stayed at the office all the way until evening and did not return home.

Wen Huaxi stared blankly at the empty chat screen on her phone.

“What’s wrong, Wen Huaxi? Ready to go?” Yu Xiyun stood beside her with calm warmth in her voice.

Only then did Wen Huaxi realize she had been checking Yan Qinglan’s chat again.

With a sigh, she removed Yan Qinglan from her pinned chats, turned off her phone, and decided to enjoy her carefree life.

As for that cold and cryptic woman, someone else could deal with her.

This pattern continued for several days.

Yan Qinglan never replied to that message.

She returned to a robotic rhythm of work and gradually recovered her calm composure.

Her expression never changed. Her mood settled back into something even and detached. Happiness and anger no longer mattered.

Eventually, she realized her strange emotional condition had passed. Whatever had triggered it seemed to be gone.

She figured she had finally purged the root of the issue and returned to normal.

There was no point being upset over someone who already had a child with someone else. It had never been real affection anyway.

Yan Qinglan actually felt a strange relief, as if she had just survived a near disaster.

No new memories had appeared over the past few days either.

The ones she already had faded thanks to her discipline, becoming so weak they no longer disrupted her emotions.

Feeling confident, she opened her phone, scrolled past Wen Huaxi’s chat, and instead pulled up Leng Yueshan’s contact.

“Drink tonight?”

There was no instant reply. Yan Qinglan found that odd but did not think too much of it. She turned and asked Meng Qingzhou.

Meng Qingzhou simply said she had plans tonight and could not accompany her. At the end of the conversation, she also advised Yan Qinglan to consider marrying her.

Not long ago, just hearing that suggestion would have irritated Yan Qinglan.

But today, for the first time, she calmly considered whether that proposal was realistic.

There was no rush. She could take her time to think about it.

After all, the influence of those memories had been erased.

She was not actually reluctant to let go of Wen Huaxi.

Feeling composed, she tapped into another chat with one of her casual acquaintances, intending to ask her out for dinner.

Just then, a message alert popped up unexpectedly.

Yan Qinglan’s finger slipped. She tapped on the notification and saw that it was from Wen Huaxi.

“Qing-jie, are you home tonight? I was thinking of coming back. Want to have dinner together?”

Without knowing it, Wen Huaxi had thrown Yan Qinglan into another round of emotional whiplash.

From trying to win her over, to deciding to give her up, and now, being pulled right back in.

Wen Huaxi: Off to have fun with another big sister. Bye for now.

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