Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 28

A single sentence felt like a kind of truce, a compromise that marked the end of their cold war.

Yan Qinglan took a deep breath, hoping that the sting of oxygen deprivation and a moment of dizziness might help her regain clarity.

But it didn’t work.

Her hand moved faster than her mind. She had already accepted Wen Huaxi’s invitation.

Looking at the cat sticker Wen Huaxi had just sent, Yan Qinglan withdrew the invitations she had sent to others, closed her eyes, and tossed her phone aside.

She was still not well. It seemed she needed a stronger remedy.

On the other end, Wen Huaxi finally let out a breath of relief.

They had been in a deadlock for more than a week.

Wen Huaxi couldn’t understand what had gotten into Yan Qinglan. She had stopped replying to messages and hadn’t come to visit her even once.

Wen Huaxi had asked Yan Qinglan’s secretary, who simply said that President Yan was extremely busy.

But before, no matter how busy she was, she would always respond.

Even during meetings, Yan Qinglan had still managed to reply. She used to chase after her just to ask not to be blocked.

This past week, Wen Huaxi had blocked and unblocked Yan Qinglan several times, hoping for a phone call or even a message asking why.

But nothing ever came.

Wen Huaxi grew impatient. She lost her cheerfulness and, aside from acting which she still performed with professionalism, she put everything else on pause.

She cut off socializing and avoided unnecessary interactions. If she didn’t, even her performance on set might start to fall apart.

Eventually, she couldn’t hold back anymore and sent Yan Qinglan a message that sounded more like a plea for peace.

Thankfully, Yan Qinglan replied.

It had to be just out of habit.

Definitely not because she still had feelings for this person.

When Wen Huaxi got into Yan Qinglan’s car, she was pouting and ready to complain. But she quickly noticed that the car was empty.

There was no sign of Yan Qinglan.

It felt as if someone had grabbed her by the throat, and all her words were suddenly stuck.

Halfway through the ride, she finally asked the driver, “Where’s Yan Qinglan?”

“The mistress is busy,” the driver replied, just like the secretary had.

Wen Huaxi’s expression dropped. Her disappointment was obvious.

Busy? Then would she still join her for dinner? Would she even come home tonight?

Wait a second. Wen Huaxi bit the tip of her tongue.

Why was she thinking like that? As if she cared so much about whether Yan Qinglan joined her. As if she needed her around.

That wasn’t true at all. She just preferred the food, the bathtub, and the amenities at home.

As for dinner, inviting Yan Qinglan was just being polite.

If she came, fine. If not, Wen Huaxi would eat all her cookies.

Grumbling to herself in her mind about Yan Qinglan, Wen Huaxi finally felt a little better. She leaned back in her seat and started scrolling through her phone.

Before their cold war began, Yan Qinglan had sent her the contact information of a gemstone cutter.

Wen Huaxi remembered today and sent a quick message to follow up on the progress.

Also, Du Jiayan’s friend request still hadn’t been accepted.

With nothing else to do, Wen Huaxi sent random messages to several close friends.

Everyone seemed to be eating, and no one replied. Unable to stay idle, she grabbed her stylus and began working on her design drafts on her tablet.

About half an hour after she arrived home, the cook finished preparing dinner. At the same time, Yan Qinglan walked in through the door, perfectly on time.

“Qing-jie!” Wen Huaxi sat on the sofa, swinging her legs. When she heard the door open, she turned around excitedly to greet Yan Qinglan.

She was even holding one of Yan Qinglan’s favorite sweets.

“Xiaoxi.” Yan Qinglan replied with calm restraint. She acted as if she hadn’t noticed Wen Huaxi’s slightly provocative behavior.

It was just a snack. She had more at the office and could always buy more.

There was no need to get closer to Wen Huaxi over such a small thing.

She didn’t want to stir up old memories again.

Yan Qinglan walked past the sofa and headed straight to the bathroom.

The cookie in Wen Huaxi’s mouth nearly fell out.

Yan Qinglan had completely ignored her.

Could it be that during the week she was away filming, Yan Qinglan had evolved to the point of no longer being protective of her things?

That couldn’t be. It had never happened in their past life.

Could it be that someone else’s soul had taken over her body? That would explain why she had been acting so strange lately.

Wen Huaxi picked up the cookie that had fallen back into the box and forced herself to swallow it.

What about her obsession with cleanliness? Was that still there?

Wen Huaxi decided to test it. She tiptoed to the bathroom door.

Yan Qinglan hadn’t closed the door. She was just washing her hands.

Wen Huaxi peeked through the doorway. She watched as Yan Qinglan seriously and carefully scrubbed every finger, even cleaning under her nails three times.

Only then did Wen Huaxi feel somewhat reassured.

The obsession was still there. It really was Yan Qinglan.

A strange sense of relief washed over her. But then she started thinking again.

If someone really had possessed her, could they get divorced earlier?

No matter what was going on, something wasn’t right with Yan Qinglan lately. Wen Huaxi felt it was worth trying.

After all, once the divorce was done, the house would still be hers. She could come back anytime she wanted.

It wasn’t that she missed the person. She was just attached to the house.

When Yan Qinglan walked out of the bathroom, she saw a small head quickly duck behind the wall. She had seen it watching her before pulling back.

Yan Qinglan let out a quiet sigh. She knew Wen Huaxi had been spying on her but didn’t want to deal with it.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been under constant surveillance before. Yan Qinglan was used to adapting.

But when it came to Wen Huaxi, she had to repeatedly use every trick to convince herself not to react.

Right now, she really wanted to grab the mischievous girl, ruffle her hair, maybe pinch her cheek, and stop that mouth from blurting out anything too strange.

Yan Qinglan pressed her nails into her palm, forcing herself to resist the impulse.

Why did it feel like seeing Wen Huaxi again made her condition even worse than before?

When they sat at the dining table, the cook had clearly made a thoughtful meal. Half the dishes were Yan Qinglan’s favorites, and the other half were Wen Huaxi’s.

Wen Huaxi chatted a little, but when Yan Qinglan just responded like a wooden puppet with lines like “Xiaoxi, you’ve worked hard,” she started feeling annoyed again.

So, she crossed the table with her chopsticks and, in one swift motion, stole the fried bun from Yan Qinglan’s bowl.

That was the last fried bun on the table.

In the past, Xiaoxi would always leave it for Yan Qinglan. She never tried to take it from her.

But today, Xiaoxi was upset. So she wanted it.

Yan Qinglan’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then she opened her eyes. Her emerald green gaze was filled with disinterest.
“If Xiaoxi likes it, I’ll ask the cook to make more next time.”

She didn’t fight or argue. She didn’t even scold her. Yan Qinglan just wanted to reduce their interaction as much as possible.

Xiaoxi found herself caught in the middle of swallowing. She couldn’t spit it out either.

Looking at Yan Qinglan’s completely indifferent face, like she had made up her mind to ignore her, Xiaoxi suddenly felt a sharp sting in her nose.

She forced herself to swallow the bun, then started to sob softly, her breath hitching. She refused to say what was wrong.

Occasionally, she glanced over at Yan Qinglan, her eyes filled with accusation and blame, not quite angry but dramatic, almost flirtatiously annoyed.

Yan Qinglan had always liked this side of her.

It was adorable in a way that made one want to tease her.

But Yan Qinglan shut her eyes and didn’t look at her again.

“What’s wrong, Xiaoxi?” Her voice was flat, as if just going through the motions.

Now Xiaoxi was genuinely hurt. She had tried so many things. Why was Yan Qinglan still acting so cold?

Her frustration finally spilled over. She burst into tears and began to cry and shout, demanding a divorce.

Yan Qinglan rubbed her temples. It was getting too much.

Her restraint was wearing thin.

A week’s worth of suppressed longing for Xiaoxi exploded alongside her tears.

Yan Qinglan tried her best to control herself, but she couldn’t resist the urge to reach out. Thoughts she shouldn’t be having surfaced in her mind, momentarily overriding all the rules she had always followed.

She stood up, walked over, and pressed down on Xiaoxi’s shoulders, helping her wipe her tears.

Her movements were not particularly gentle. In fact, after holding back for so long, they were a little rough.

Xiaoxi winced from the pain and tried to pull away, but Yan Qinglan gripped her waist tightly.

“What… what are you doing? I want a divorce!” Xiaoxi screamed at her, her voice shaking. “You’ve been ignoring me! You haven’t spoken to me for a whole week! What’s the point of being married to you?”

She yelled until her voice turned hoarse, hurling every complaint she could think of at Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan’s head throbbed from her temples. The pain was all too familiar.

She frowned.

But this time, she chose to endure the pain and approached Xiaoxi again.

“My fault.” Yan Qinglan sighed. She pushed down her unwanted thoughts and leaned closer, planting a kiss on a clean spot of her skin.

She followed the curve of Xiaoxi’s ear, gently brushing down to her collarbone.

She paused at that soft dip, her nose catching the faint scent of cherries on Xiaoxi’s skin.

Omega pheromones had always been tempting.

This scent was even more intoxicating than before. It stirred something in her heart.

Her thoughts were a mess. She didn’t know whether to continue or stop.

Then suddenly, Xiaoxi’s hand reached around her waist.

She leaned into Yan Qinglan’s arms, her breathing shallow, a soft whimper brushing past Yan Qinglan’s ear.

Yan Qinglan bit down on Xiaoxi’s collarbone.

The motion was sharp, a little forceful.

She only wanted to hear that trembling little cry again, the one that shook her soul.

Xiaoxi’s sobs grew louder. She couldn’t even form words anymore.

Her lips were trembling. She was in a bit of pain, but even more overwhelmed by emotions and the effort to hold back.

She didn’t understand why Yan Qinglan was suddenly doing all of this.

All she had wanted was to talk.

She didn’t even want physical closeness—not really.

She only wanted to speak.

But this terrible person had pushed her so far, had made her feel like a stranger to herself.

Yan Qinglan realized she couldn’t keep going.

She could already smell the sweetness of cherries, and her alpha instincts, long suppressed, were crying out with need.

Only then did Yan Qinglan remember—Xiaoxi was pregnant.

She couldn’t let her emotions be stirred like this.

Especially not with that kind of contact. Yan Qinglan felt helpless.

Or maybe she just didn’t want to admit what she truly wanted.

Yan Qinglan let go. Xiaoxi was still holding onto her, her body limp, resting against her chest.

Yan Qinglan gently picked her up and laid her down on the sofa.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” Yan Qinglan sat beside her, looking down at her small belly with a sigh.

Someone else’s child.

She wanted it gone, but she couldn’t bring herself to hurt Xiaoxi.

The moment she asked, Xiaoxi’s stomach did start to hurt.

She frowned and let out a muffled groan. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

“This is all your fault,” Xiaoxi panted. Her condition was clearly not good.

Yan Qinglan’s heart clenched. She quickly called the family doctor, then grabbed Xiaoxi’s hand and held it tightly.

“I’m fine… I’ll be fine,” Xiaoxi whispered. She could feel what was happening in her body.

Things had stabilized a little. The baby wouldn’t be lost that easily.

It was her and Yan Qinglan’s child, after all.

Xiaoxi’s feelings were a mess. If something happened to the baby because of Yan Qinglan, who could she even cry to?

For the next few months, she just wanted to beg Yan Qinglan to treat her like a normal person. To stop making her overthink everything. To stop making her feel like this.

As she grew frustrated, she unconsciously squeezed Yan Qinglan’s hand harder.

Yan Qinglan grew more anxious. Her expression didn’t show pain, only growing concern.

Finally, she placed her hand gently over Xiaoxi’s lower abdomen.

Her warm touch spread through Xiaoxi’s skin, and miraculously, the pain eased significantly.

Xiaoxi opened her eyes wide, unable to believe what Yan Qinglan had just done.

Was she… starting to lose control?

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