Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 34

Wen Huaxi looked down at her sleepwear, which was nearly indistinguishable from something designed purely for seduction. Then she glanced over at Yan Qinglan, who was dressed in a rigid, buttoned-up, classic CEO-style pajama set.

She stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“But this one is really comfortable,” Wen Huaxi said, casually hooking a finger around Yan Qinglan’s collar.

“Don’t you feel the buttons pressing into your chest? And those pajama pants… you’ve tied them way too tight.”

Typical of her obsessive-compulsive, emotionally unavailable alpha wife — even her sleepwear was so proper, and now she wanted Wen Huaxi to change too.

“It doesn’t bother me. You won’t know unless you try it,” Yan Qinglan replied, her voice calm.

But Wen Huaxi’s teasing movements had already shaken her a little. She instinctively stepped back, but Wen Huaxi closed the gap again, unrelenting.

Her hand lingered, as if it belonged there. She lightly traced over Yan Qinglan’s chest, her fingers moving up and down in gentle, almost lazy strokes.

Her nails brushed across the buttons with a soft clicking sound. It echoed faintly in the silence, but for Yan Qinglan, it felt as if every beat landed right on her heart.

“I don’t want to try. Sister Qing… could it be that seeing me like this is making you feel something? Are you thinking of… sleeping with me?”

The girl’s smile carried a hint of playful malice.

And her words were so blunt, like a sudden explosion inside Yan Qinglan’s mind that left shockwaves rippling long after the silence.

Yan Qinglan froze, stunned by her frankness. She forgot to breathe.

Her brain scrambled to process the words while simultaneously trying to command her body to move.

She couldn’t let Wen Huaxi keep touching her like this.

If she did, Wen Huaxi’s bold words might come true.

“Hmm? Sister Qing, are you really thinking about it?”

Wen Huaxi was clearly pleased by her reaction. She took Yan Qinglan’s hand and began gently tracing it, caressing the center of her palm, slowly expanding outward.

She was deliberately seductive.

But behind those bright almond-shaped eyes was something sharp. She was baiting her.

If Yan Qinglan admitted it, she would have all the reason in the world to lash out.

“Huaxi,” Yan Qinglan said, finally snapping out of it. She moved fast, catching Wen Huaxi’s wrist and twisting her back into place, taking control again.

“I’m a fully functional, adult alpha. I’m female. I’m attracted to omegas. I experience desire. What do you think?” Her voice was steady as she tossed the question back.

On the surface, she didn’t fall for the trap. But between the lines, she had admitted everything.

Yes. She wanted her.

Wen Huaxi frowned slightly, mostly from the sudden movement hurting her wrist. She tried to push Yan Qinglan off.

“But, Yan Qinglan… isn’t that kind of desire supposed to happen only when you like someone? Don’t tell me… you actually like me?”

This was something she had wanted to ask for a long time.

Yan Qinglan’s behavior had been off lately, and Wen Huaxi couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

She wouldn’t have asked otherwise, knowing full well it might hurt.

“That’s impossible,” Yan Qinglan answered, even chuckling coldly. “Is it really abnormal to feel physical attraction to someone beautiful and cute? It doesn’t have to mean anything deeper.”

Wen Huaxi lowered her eyes.

She had expected that.

There was no way Yan Qinglan liked her — or liked anyone, for that matter.

Her approach to relationships had always been detached, casually cruel, and full of boundaries.

She had spelled it out clearly when they signed the marriage contract. She said she might flirt with people outside their agreement, but would never cross certain lines. And she made it clear she would never fall in love with her contract wife.

That piece of paper with their signatures was the closest they would ever be.

In both this life and the last, if anyone were to fall, it would be her — never the one who made the rules.

“You’re right. Sex doesn’t require love,” Wen Huaxi said flatly.

Even in that last month of their previous life, when they had lost control and acted on impulse again and again, Yan Qinglan’s feelings had never resembled affection.

Luckily, Wen Huaxi didn’t love Yan Qinglan anymore.

“What a shame. Even if you want to, and I want to, I’m pregnant. You still can’t do anything.”

Now that the logic had settled in her head, Wen Huaxi actually smiled. She felt a sense of release, mixed with mockery.

She mocked her cold, unfaithful wife for wanting her.

And she mocked the version of herself who had once believed that kind of intimacy meant love.

At least she had always been consistent. When she loved Yan Qinglan, she loved her with everything — for eight long years.

Now that she didn’t, she had already signed the divorce papers. Even with a child, she wouldn’t go back.

If it weren’t for her rebirth… she sometimes wondered, who had brought her back? What were they hoping she’d change? What ending did they want her to rewrite?

And more than that, she couldn’t even get a divorce yet. The baby had come back with her too.

She felt trapped. Once the child was born, she was definitely going to find someone new.

She would live like Yan Qinglan. Flirt without commitment. Date beautiful women. Raise a baby with someone she had no ties to. Perfect.

Yan Qinglan’s expression twitched.

Her smile had vanished the moment Wen Huaxi called her by her full name.

Now, her facial muscles tightened. Her entire expression turned complicated.

Her eyes were the most unreadable — deep, quiet, impossible to see through. No light remained in them.

Say something. Give me a reaction.

Wen Huaxi narrowed her eyes, annoyed, and added one more jab.

“Not like the child is even yours.”

Yan Qinglan took a deep breath.

Every time she heard that sentence, it lit a fire deep inside her, burning through her with a pain she couldn’t contain.

Even when her bones had cracked, it hadn’t hurt like this.

This pain came from the heart. Far worse than any physical wound.

Seeing Wen Huaxi proud of herself, flaunting and teasing her like it didn’t matter, Yan Qinglan couldn’t hold back any longer.

She grabbed her and pinned her to the wall.

Her kisses began at the tip of her ear, slowly trailing down to the earlobe. Every bump along the edge was gently brushed, thoroughly kissed.

When Yan Qinglan’s warm breath finally filled the shell of her ear, it turned hot and red like it might burst.

Only then did Yan Qinglan move downward, trailing more kisses along her neck.

“No, stop… Yan Qinglan, don’t…” Wen Huaxi hadn’t expected her provocation would lead to this.

She almost started crying. The words got stuck in her throat, coming out as choked whispers and soft whimpers.

“Yan Qinglan… please don’t…”

She didn’t even know what she wanted anymore — whether she wanted her to keep going or to stop.

She just knew she didn’t dislike Yan Qinglan’s touch.

And she had just told herself clearly, over and over, that she would never fall for her again in this life.

Then why did her kisses still make her feel like this?

Was it really, as Yan Qinglan said, just because she was a functioning adult?

That couldn’t be the only reason.

It felt like being in a leaking boat. Something wet and heavy was soaking into her, clouding her thoughts.

“Relax,” Yan Qinglan whispered once her lips reached her collarbone.

Wen Huaxi’s eyes had already lost focus, but as Yan Qinglan kissed her softly, they came back to life, and Yan Qinglan felt a wave of satisfaction.

It was the kind of fulfillment that nothing else could compare to. Better than building a perfect house of cards, better than closing a flawless business deal, better than organizing every drawer in her home.

With just that one word — “relax” — Wen Huaxi’s lips trembled. She tried several times to say something, but the words never came. Only faint, shaky breaths escaped through her nose.

Those small, muffled sounds made Yan Qinglan ache with restraint.

Her glands were swollen, heavy, ready to release pheromones.

But maybe because Wen Huaxi was pregnant, her own glands weren’t sensitive. There was no reaction. No burst. Nothing poured out like a waterfall.

Yan Qinglan kept her pheromones locked inside.

Even if Wen Huaxi were willing in that moment, she wouldn’t mark her.

And Wen Huaxi probably wouldn’t want to be marked by her either.

She hadn’t pushed her away this time. Maybe it was because of what Yan Qinglan said.

That love wasn’t needed. That even kissing didn’t mean anything.

Besides, they hadn’t really kissed. Not properly.

Yan Qinglan had only brushed her lips across Wen Huaxi’s cheek. Occasionally, she let her full lips press gently against her skin and listened to every little hum she made.

Now her glands throbbed again. She missed the taste of marking Wen Huaxi without restraint, just as it had been in her memory.

It was a pity she still couldn’t catch the scent of cherry.

Yan Qinglan didn’t like the feeling of being controlled by her own glands.

But today, from her body to her mind, she could not hold herself back.

So when it came to the tension in her glands, she didn’t feel irritated, only restrained.

She didn’t want to hate this feeling. She didn’t want it to disrupt the present they were sharing.

Yan Qinglan kissed her way up to Wen Huaxi’s nose, the corners of her eyes, then between her eyebrows.

She kissed every place that could hold a trace of intimacy, but never the one place that mattered most.

Not even the edge of her lips.

Wen Huaxi was quickly driven to frustration. Her voice rose slightly in protest, and her hands, no longer still, wrapped around Yan Qinglan’s waist.

She could feel the warmth on her face pause for a moment. Then it returned and spread again.

“Yan… Yan Qinglan…” Wen Huaxi’s breathing had grown ragged and uneven.

Desire filled her head like smoke. It poured out of her with every tear that escaped.

“What are you calling me for?” Yan Qinglan finally stopped, right before she lost control.

Wen Huaxi’s lashes trembled nonstop. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall.

Yan Qinglan should have kissed them away.

But instead, she reached out and gently wiped them with her hand.

Then, even more shamelessly, she leaned close to Wen Huaxi’s ear and whispered what she had said earlier, returning every word.

“Do you want Sister’s kiss now?”

Wen Huaxi snapped out of her emotional state instantly. She kicked Yan Qinglan in frustration.

“Who wants your kiss?”

Yan Qinglan raised her eyebrows and didn’t respond.

She did want it. She wanted Wen Huaxi’s kiss, wanted it badly. The memory of it drove her crazy. It was like water to a fish, like a believer finding her god.

She craved it with every part of her.

But she couldn’t let herself have it.

She couldn’t let their relationship move forward until she understood what this feeling truly meant.

Even now, Yan Qinglan didn’t believe she was in love.

“Too bad you’re pregnant now. Even if you wanted to do more, you can’t.” She threw the words back, pretending it was Wen Huaxi who had crossed the line first.

Part of her wanted to get back at her. The rest was simply her trying to protect herself.

She needed to believe that she had been the calm one, not the one who nearly lost control.

Saying something cold and dismissive was her usual way of handling things.

“You…” Wen Huaxi finally got angry.

Who had started this? Who was the one who pushed her down and kissed her? And now she was acting like Wen Huaxi had been the desperate one.

“And since the baby’s not even mine, of course we can’t go further. I wouldn’t want to be a bad influence,” Yan Qinglan added another jab.

Furious, Wen Huaxi bit her on the cheek, then pushed her all the way onto the couch.

She grabbed a cushion and started throwing it at Yan Qinglan’s face again and again.

Yan Qinglan wanted to block her, but her wrists were held tightly.

So she had no choice but to take it.

But their position made things worse. Wen Huaxi was sitting right on Yan Qinglan’s lap.

Yan Qinglan thought she felt something warm and wet against her knee.

When Wen Huaxi finally stopped venting and nearly threw a pillow straight into the coffee table, Yan Qinglan grabbed her hand to stop her.

“You’re about to become a mother. Why are you still acting like this?”

“And you’re about to become a mother too. Why are you being so petty with me?”

Wen Huaxi tossed the pillow aside, placed her hands on her hips, and refused to let Yan Qinglan get up.

She didn’t seem to realize what she was doing.

Yan Qinglan’s ears were burning.

Even with all her memories from before, this was still a first for her.

What should she do? Should she say something?

She swallowed her feelings and continued negotiating like nothing had happened.

Maybe pretending not to notice was the best way.

“But didn’t you just say the baby wasn’t mine? Are you planning to let her call someone else her alpha mother and not me?”

Wen Huaxi froze. She picked up the pillow again and pressed it over Yan Qinglan’s face, like she was trying to suffocate her.

“Yan Qinglan! I told you she’s your baby! And you still… you still don’t believe me!”

Her voice cracked, and her eyes were filled with frustration.

She could handle being teased, but how many times did she need to explain this?

Could the baby just do her a favor and let Yan Qinglan have a dream too?

Wen Huaxi silently begged the child for help.

“You were the one who said she wasn’t mine earlier… Fine. I believe you now. Alright?”

Just before she lost consciousness, Yan Qinglan pulled the pillow away and breathed.

“Go shower, Xiao Xi. If you don’t want to change your sleepwear… fine. I’ll manage.”

“I will change,” Wen Huaxi said with a huff. She got off her and walked into the bathroom.

“No more peeking. Too bad for you.”

She made a face before shutting the door.

Yan Qinglan sat there in silence, wondering if she had just made things worse for herself.

She looked down at her knee. It was completely dry.

But she had felt something, hadn’t she?

Was she wrong?

Back in her own bathroom, Yan Qinglan took off her clothes and checked.

If Wen Huaxi hadn’t had the same reaction, but she had…

What did that mean?

Her neck turned red just thinking about it.

After showering, Wen Huaxi came out wearing the “proper” sleepwear that Yan Qinglan had put in her laundry basket.

“I want to sleep in my own room tonight.”

Yan Qinglan looked up and immediately regretted everything.

Wen Huaxi had a fuller figure, her body soft and curved. She had fully buttoned the shirt, but her chest looked as if it was about to burst through the fabric.

There was a sense of restraint in the way she wore it. It was even more alluring than the silk camisole from before.

Yan Qinglan didn’t say anything, but she couldn’t take her eyes off her.

“What? I changed like you asked.”

Wen Huaxi looked down at herself. It was just a plain white shirt.

Her pajama pants were childish, with little flowers printed on them.

The shirt was long enough that she planned to take the pants off before bed.

She wasn’t trying to avoid sleeping beside Yan Qinglan.

She was just scared of the rope.

Yan Qinglan slowly looked up again. The expression on her face looked empty and distant, like someone about to become a monk.

Wen Huaxi stared at her in shock.

Did she look that bad? Did she really make Yan Qinglan give up on everything?

Who was going to raise her baby then? She still wanted to get child support from Yan Qinglan.

Well, maybe going monastic didn’t mean she wouldn’t pay.

That thought comforted Wen Huaxi.

“I won’t tie you up tonight. You can keep the rope.”

Yan Qinglan turned her eyes away.

“Fine,” Wen Huaxi answered, though reluctantly.

She fiddled with the rope in her hands, then asked quietly before lying down.

“Yan Qinglan, do I look bad in this?”

“No. Xiao Xi, you look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

Yan Qinglan didn’t even dare to look at her as she spoke.

Wen Huaxi didn’t look at her either. She was staring at the strained button on her shirt, deep in thought.

Was Yan Qinglan chanting calming mantras just now?

She was absolutely right.

Even after lying down, Yan Qinglan continued mentally repeating them.

She turned her back to Wen Huaxi, planning to wait until she fell asleep.

Wen Huaxi always drifted off quickly. Once her breathing became steady, Yan Qinglan pulled the blanket up for her.

Only then did she dare to turn around and stare at the ceiling.

She stared at it until she fell asleep again.

In her dream, a little girl with braided pigtails saw her and reached out with open arms.

“Mama, pick me up.”