Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 33

Yan Qinglan stepped out of the bathroom, still holding a towel in her hand as she wiped her face.

“You’re up early, Xiao Xi?” she asked calmly, showing no sense of guilt, as if nothing had happened. Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked back into the bathroom.

“Yan Qinglan! Get back here! Let me go right now!”

Wen Huaxi had been tied up, though not tightly. Just two bands held her in place, keeping her from moving her arms and legs freely.

Even so, she couldn’t move. She felt like a fish laid out on the chopping board, waiting for Yan Qinglan, this cold-blooded and dangerous sesame heart, to come and “save” her.

The room fell silent for a moment. Then Wen Huaxi heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, and she nearly lost it.

Thankfully, the tap shut off quickly, and Yan Qinglan finally reappeared. She sat beside Wen Huaxi and began untying her.

Wen Huaxi stared at her, eyes sharp enough to kill if they could.

“Why did you tie me up?” As soon as Yan Qinglan undid the last knot, Wen Huaxi grabbed her face and gave it a hard squeeze. Then she pushed her down onto the bed and kept going, pinching and prodding her arms and waist.

The gestures were playful, but she wasn’t being gentle. Her grip made Yan Qinglan frown from the pain.

“You have the nerve to act hurt? What were you trying to do? Tie me up without my consent? What kind of person does that? You’re not even—”

Wen Huaxi paused, biting back the rest of the sentence to protect her dignity.

Yan Qinglan sighed and patted Wen Huaxi’s arm.

“Did it hurt?” She hadn’t tied her that tightly, had she?

Last night, when she heard Wen Huaxi mumbling someone else’s name in her sleep, she lost control. Her emotions got the better of her. She grabbed a rope and tied the girl up on impulse.

Looking at her like this now, Yan Qinglan felt something dangerous growing in her heart. It was as if tying her down would mean Wen Huaxi truly belonged to her. That she wouldn’t be able to leave. That her eyes, her heart, would only ever see Yan Qinglan.

There would be no more “Yu Xiyun.”

While Wen Huaxi was asleep, Yan Qinglan let that possessive thought grow unchecked. It slowly corroded her reason and made her feverish just from that one small act.

And then?

Yan Qinglan let out a quiet breath.

In the end, she didn’t do anything. She snapped out of it only after pinching herself so hard it left a mark.

Even if she had wanted to take things further, she couldn’t have done anything to Wen Huaxi under such strange circumstances.

At the very least, Wen Huaxi needed to agree.

When morning came, Yan Qinglan conveniently forgot about what she had done and went off to wash up.

She hadn’t expected Wen Huaxi to wake up so early. It was barely six.

“It hurt a lot! Look, it left red marks!” Wen Huaxi shouted. Seeing Yan Qinglan act all innocent and soft only made her angrier. She bit her on the cheek, leaving a clear mark, then thrust her arm in front of her face to show off the evidence.

Yan Qinglan froze. She had just finished her shower and now had goosebumps all over again.

No matter how many times she was bitten by Wen Huaxi, she could never get used to it.

But compared to being touched by anyone else, even being bitten by Wen Huaxi felt like something to treasure.

At moments like this, Yan Qinglan began to question herself.

She wanted to lock Wen Huaxi away. She also wanted to be scratched and bitten by her. What kind of person did that make her?

She fell into a daze, unable to find an answer. Her gaze landed on Wen Huaxi’s wrist.

The spot where she had tied her last night showed no marks at all.

Young skin was delicate. Even the lightest touch could leave a visible trace.

Usually, Yan Qinglan didn’t even dare to hug her too tightly, treating her like a porcelain doll, afraid of breaking her.

Even when she tied her up, she had been careful. So of course, nothing was left behind.

Wen Huaxi realized this too. Her anger deepened with embarrassment, and her voice broke with a small sob as she started to tear up.

“There definitely were marks. This is all your fault! Why would you tie me up like that?” She raised her hand to press on the imaginary bruise herself, but Yan Qinglan quickly stopped her.

“It was my fault. But your sleeping posture really wasn’t very calm. I couldn’t stay awake all night watching you, and I was afraid something might happen. I had no other choice.”

Yan Qinglan pulled her into a gentle hug and stroked her hair, trying to ease the itch in her heart.

“I sleep just fine when I’m alone. I didn’t need you to tie me up or watch me.” Wen Huaxi refused to let it go, even as she lay obediently in Yan Qinglan’s arms. Her voice was still sharp, and she bit Yan Qinglan’s ear in protest.

“Don’t bite it off,” Yan Qinglan said softly, offering no resistance.

“If Sister Qing doesn’t look after Xiao Xi, then who will? Xiao Xi is still your contract wife, after all.” Yan Qinglan felt a shiver run through her as the tiny pain and damp warmth on her earlobe settled deep into her nerves.

“And this isn’t control. It’s care.” Somehow, she even found herself enjoying being bitten by Wen Huaxi.

Whether it was her wrist, cheek, or ear.

Wen Huaxi’s teeth were sharp, and she didn’t know how to hold back. It really hurt.

But watching her act like a stubborn little kitten made everything feel adorable.

She could tolerate it all.

“Who ties people up in the name of care? Was I really sleeping that badly?” Wen Huaxi finally grew tired of biting. Her eyes were misty as she lay on Yan Qinglan’s chest, sulking.

“‘I sleep messy. I drool. I roll around. I kick the blanket.’ And let’s not forget, ‘I might snore, talk in my sleep, and can’t control my hands. I’ll probably end up groping you.’”

Yan Qinglan repeated every word Wen Huaxi had said last night without missing a beat.

Wen Huaxi was stunned. She had only said all that to scare Yan Qinglan off.

Was she serious?

“Really? I’m that bad?”

Seeing the girl freeze again, on the verge of tears, Yan Qinglan hurried to comfort her.

“No, you’re not. But you did move around in your sleep and flail your arms. I was just worried you’d hurt the baby.”

Wen Huaxi sniffled and looked at her.

“So I didn’t talk in my sleep?”

Yan Qinglan skipped over that part.

Wen Huaxi gave a soft whimper. If she didn’t do all that, then it really was Yan Qinglan being terrible.

She repeated her earlier attack, pinching and squeezing her all over until she finally felt a little better. She started to roll off her.

Only then did Yan Qinglan realize just how closely they had been pressed together.

They had been chest to chest, their bodies so soft it felt like clouds meeting in the sky.

Wen Huaxi’s sleepwear was extremely thin. Every tiny curve could be felt through the fabric.

Half of Yan Qinglan’s face turned red. She quickly urged Wen Huaxi to go wash up and sat on the bed in a daze.

She really should ask Wen Huaxi to wear something more like what she wore.

But if she changed clothes and Wen Huaxi didn’t react the same way, she might be upset enough to grab a knife.

Once she calmed herself, Yan Qinglan stood up and noticed the rope she had used on Wen Huaxi last night.

What a ridiculous night that had been.

Yan Qinglan exhaled slowly and left the bedroom.

By breakfast, both of them had fully calmed down. Without needing to agree on it, they didn’t say a word about what happened the night before.

“In a bit, I’ll take you to the film set.”

As for who Yu Xiyun was, and whether she was the alpha mother of that child, Yan Qinglan would investigate on her own.

Wen Huaxi didn’t refuse. On the way, she casually remembered her rough jade stone and asked, “Still no update?”

“If there’s no news, that usually means the result isn’t great. If the stone had revealed something impressive, the person who cracked it would have reported right away,” Yan Qinglan replied calmly. “I’ll follow up today.”

That was normal. Auctions often included low-value pieces like that just to stir up the crowd.

She wondered if Wen Huaxi would be disappointed by the news.

Yan Qinglan used to think she enjoyed watching Wen Huaxi cry.

The girl’s tears made her look like a wronged puppy or a little fox who had lost something dear. Her red hair shimmered with every tear, making her the only thing in view.

But now, she realized she didn’t actually want to see Wen Huaxi sad.

There was a difference between those two feelings.

“I’ll pick you up tonight, alright?” Yan Qinglan rolled down the car window once they reached the studio entrance, speaking as Wen Huaxi got ready to hop out.

“Fine. I guess I’m going home again tonight?” Wen Huaxi accepted her fate. She didn’t want to run off and have Yan Qinglan drag her back in the middle of the night again.

“You don’t look after yourself. So I’ll do it.”

“Huaxi, did you go home last night?” Yu Xiyun approached from the other side.

This car didn’t seem to be the same one from last time.

“Yes. I probably have to go home every night now. So if we want to have dinner, it’ll have to be during the day.”

Wen Huaxi didn’t bother arguing with Yan Qinglan over her word choices. She waved goodbye and walked toward Yu Xiyun.

Watching the two of them together made Yan Qinglan’s eyes darken.

She was almost certain now. The alpha beside Wen Huaxi was Yu Xiyun.

She quickly snapped a photo and sent it to her assistant. Check this person for me.

That evening, just as Yan Qinglan was finishing work, she finally received a reply. The message said the jade stone’s quality was likely better than expected. It required extra caution during cutting, so it would take more time than usual.

Yan Qinglan forwarded the original message to Wen Huaxi, then headed to the studio to pick her up.

At that moment, Wen Huaxi was filming her final scene for the day.

Her production crew was known for working efficiently.

She understood her character so well that the director rarely needed more than one take. Her scene partners also found their rhythm easily with her, making the entire shoot move faster.

Yan Qinglan sat in the car for a while, watching.

This scene was between Wen Huaxi and another omega.

Yan Qinglan relaxed slightly, but when she turned her head and saw Yu Xiyun sitting nearby, staring at Wen Huaxi without blinking, her instincts kicked in.

Her guard went up immediately. She stepped out of the car and walked straight toward her.

She didn’t even know if she wanted to block Yu Xiyun’s gaze or just force her away from Wen Huaxi.

All she could feel was a tightness in her chest, something raw and painful.

But Yu Xiyun simply shifted to give her space.

Yan Qinglan clenched her hands. She was just about to speak when Wen Huaxi called out.

“Sister Qing? You’re just in time. I’ve finished shooting. Let me pack up, and then we can leave.”

There was no attitude in her tone. They had already agreed Yan Qinglan would pick her up, so Wen Huaxi acted normally.

“Alright, I’ll wait. We’ll go home together.”

Yan Qinglan didn’t even realize how soft her voice was when she said that.

She had unconsciously emphasized the words go home and glanced at Yu Xiyun.

Yu Xiyun smiled. A small, unreadable expression.

Seeing that smile made Yan Qinglan suddenly think of herself.

She touched the corner of her mouth.

She was wearing the exact same smile.

Had Wen Huaxi married her because she was looking for a substitute?

Yan Qinglan felt a rush of dizziness, her breath caught for a moment.

“Let’s go, Sister Qing. See you tomorrow, Xiyun.”

So affectionate. Yet this morning, Wen Huaxi didn’t even say “see you tonight” to her.

Yan Qinglan nearly blurted out, “Who is she?”

But she held herself back.

She didn’t want to hear whatever Wen Huaxi might say. She was afraid that once she heard the truth, she might do something she couldn’t take back.

She would find out on her own.

Once they got in the car, Yan Qinglan brought up the jade stone. Wen Huaxi didn’t seem surprised. She nodded in satisfaction and leaned back in her seat, looking relaxed.

Seeing her like that, Yan Qinglan couldn’t bring herself to say anything more. She stayed silent.

When they arrived home, Wen Huaxi went to change into the same sleepwear she wore the night before. Only then did Yan Qinglan snap out of her thoughts.

She looked at the way the silk clung to Wen Huaxi’s body and felt a storm of emotion.

“Xiao Xi,” she finally said. “Do you want to wear something else? That set is a little thin. Won’t you feel cold?”

Wen Huaxi thought: No way. I’m seducing you. Hehe.

Yan Qinglan: What are you seducing?

Wen Huaxi ran off before she could be stopped.

Now, be honest. Would you call this chapter soft bondage with a hint of play?

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