Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 37

“No, she’s not,” Wen Huaxi quickly denied it. There was no way Yan Qinglan could be her girlfriend. Their marriage was based on nothing more than a contract.

“But the two of you seem really close. Is she your cousin or something?” Yu Xiyun couldn’t shake the strange feeling she got from both of them.

“Just think of her as an overly controlling guardian,” Wen Huaxi replied, not wanting to explain Yan Qinglan’s situation in detail.

As for the so-called closeness, Wen Huaxi frowned a little.

Ever since she first mentioned divorce, Yan Qinglan had been hugging her, teasing her, always getting physically close. It had become so normal she barely thought about it anymore.

Being reminded by someone else made her finally realize how it might look.

Whether Yan Qinglan was doing it to keep her from leaving or was simply acting strange, Wen Huaxi knew she couldn’t keep letting things go on like this.

This time, someone had seen them and misunderstood everything.

Yu Xiyun opened her mouth again but gave up when she saw Wen Huaxi wasn’t going to say more.

She really didn’t have a reason to keep digging. After all, Wen Huaxi didn’t seem to dislike her and stayed close. That was enough for now.

That night, when Wen Huaxi returned home, Yan Qinglan wasn’t there to meet her.

She felt a small wave of disappointment, but then her phone lit up with a reply from Yan Qinglan.

“In a meeting.” She had even attached a photo from the conference room, surrounded by shareholders.

Wen Huaxi had no choice but to wait until Yan Qinglan came home.

When she walked into the house, the cook had already set out a warm, freshly prepared meal.

Wen Huaxi walked to the table. The food was still at the perfect temperature.

“Miss Wen, the lady of the house asked you to eat first and not wait for her,” the cook said kindly.

“Alright.” Wen Huaxi sat down with little enthusiasm and slowly began to eat.

Halfway through, she realized something.

She had been waiting for Yan Qinglan.

She put down her chopsticks and leaned back with a frown.

You already lived through all this once, Wen Huaxi. Don’t make the same mistake again.

Falling into the same trap twice would be pathetic.

Still, without Yan Qinglan here, the food really didn’t taste good.

It was the same type of meal as the one she had for lunch.

Why did that lunch feel so much better?

She ate only half. After tidying up a little, she slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Did she still have feelings for Yan Qinglan?

Probably not. She had already made up her mind and even confirmed it with Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan would never fall in love with her.

So her feelings didn’t really matter.

They were going to divorce anyway. She should be focusing on making money and preparing to fight for custody of the baby.

That thought lifted her mood slightly. She turned on the TV, put on a classic film, and began studying.

Midway through the movie, the door opened.

Yan Qinglan walked in, her face visibly tired.

“Sister Qing,” Wen Huaxi couldn’t help it. She got up and walked over quickly.

“Are you exhausted?” She reached out and took Yan Qinglan’s hand, ready to help with her things.

“Not really. No need to trouble yourself, Xiaoxi. I can manage,” Yan Qinglan said. Just seeing Wen Huaxi made the day’s fatigue disappear a little.

Especially being greeted with such warmth. It softened the tired look in her eyes.

After Yan Qinglan set down her things, she pulled Wen Huaxi into a hug.

It was firm, warm, and full of emotion. The closeness made Wen Huaxi blush.

She wanted to push her away, but then Yan Qinglan pressed her cheek gently against hers.

That was when Wen Huaxi realized the hug held no romantic meaning.

It felt more like comfort, more like care between family or close friends.

Maybe she really was tired. So Wen Huaxi didn’t push her away. She gently stroked her back.

“You worked hard today. You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

Yan Qinglan let go and shook her head.

“I didn’t have time. Did you finish your meal like you were supposed to?”

Wen Huaxi instinctively took a small step to the side, trying to block the view of the table.

“Xiaoxi, why didn’t you finish your dinner?” Yan Qinglan asked. The portions had been specially planned for her pregnancy, based on her usual appetite. There shouldn’t have been that much left.

“I wasn’t hungry,” Wen Huaxi said, her tone a little defensive. She turned away from Yan Qinglan.

“That won’t do. You need to pay more attention to nutrition, especially now,” Yan Qinglan said as she walked over to the table and saw how much was left.

It was more than just a few bites. Wen Huaxi had barely touched it.

“Or do you not like these dishes?” Yan Qinglan asked, frowning at the food.

Wen Huaxi looked guilty and flustered, not knowing how to explain.

“It’s not that. I just didn’t feel like eating.”

“You didn’t eat that much at lunch either. Weren’t you tired after filming all afternoon?” Yan Qinglan took out her phone and messaged the cook.

She didn’t want Wen Huaxi eating cold leftovers. It would be better to prepare a fresh plate.

Wen Huaxi stepped forward, feeling embarrassed. She gently tugged at the edge of Yan Qinglan’s shirt.

“Don’t be mad.”

That was when Yan Qinglan realized she had spoken a bit too sternly.

She pressed her fingers to her forehead, then reached out and took Wen Huaxi’s hand.

“I just want you to take better care of yourself. Will you promise me that?”

Wen Huaxi lowered her head.

Some mistakes were harder to avoid than others.

Like right now. Being cared for like this, holding hands with Yan Qinglan, she could almost feel the pulse in her palm.

When she looked up again, she saw the deep concern in Yan Qinglan’s face.

Those green eyes, normally sharp and distant, were now filled with quiet warmth.

That gentle gaze made her heart ache.

So, Wen Huaxi spoke softly, testing the moment.

“Sister Qing, if I told you that I didn’t eat because I was waiting for you to come home…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence.

If she said any more, she might cross the line.

Wen Huaxi’s attempt to reach out barely touched the edge, like dipping her toes into damp sand, and she pulled back. She didn’t walk toward the sea again.

She still remembered how painful it was to be turned away by the sea, and the scar still ached.

Yan Qinglan’s heart tightened at her words. There was a dull, sour pain that wouldn’t go away.

The Wen Huaxi she remembered was proud and confident, like a little peacock who never missed a chance to show off her feathers. She always wanted the world to recognize that she was the best.

Even in front of someone like her, someone often described as cold and intimidating, Wen Huaxi never showed fear. She would playfully argue and say things that left Yan Qinglan helpless, all to reach her goals.

But now she stood there timid, hesitant, unable even to meet her eyes.

That voice overlapped with the memories that had mysteriously appeared in her mind.

The Wen Huaxi in those memories had treated her just as cautiously, always afraid of upsetting her.

The version of herself in those memories had never softened in response.

But the real Yan Qinglan was deeply moved by Wen Huaxi’s change. It made her heart ache.

She reached out and pulled Wen Huaxi into her arms, gently rubbing her head as she spoke.

“If Sister Qing comes home late, are you still going to wait every time?”

“I don’t want to,” Wen Huaxi answered quietly, leaning against her.

This time, she hadn’t been pushed away.

But there was still a thorn in her heart, and she didn’t want to do anything more that might lead to pain.

“You don’t have to wait for me in the future. Sometimes work runs late. You need to eat properly no matter what.”

“But I couldn’t eat,” Wen Huaxi said, lifting her head slightly. Her mood was a little better now. She reached out and hooked her fingers around Yan Qinglan’s neck.

“I really couldn’t eat. What should I do?”

Her round, bright eyes reflected Yan Qinglan’s expression. In that moment, it felt like Yan Qinglan was made of light, like someone pure and kind.

“Then how about next time, I send the driver to bring you to my office to eat?” Yan Qinglan moved a little closer, her cheek brushing against Wen Huaxi’s affectionately.

Even if she had ambitious family members watching her every move or foolish shareholders trying to interfere, just hearing Wen Huaxi talk like this made everything feel easier. It was like a healing balm to her stress.

“How would I eat? You’re in meetings, and I wouldn’t even see you,” Wen Huaxi protested.

“You could come into the meeting room and eat next to me. Don’t worry, they wouldn’t dare say anything.”

In fact, it would only make them believe that she and Wen Huaxi had a close relationship. It would be a win-win.

“No way. That’s way too embarrassing,” Wen Huaxi huffed and suddenly bit Yan Qinglan’s cheek.

She didn’t expect that to make Yan Qinglan laugh.

“What are you laughing at? Don’t make fun of me,” Wen Huaxi let go, her ears turning red. She was annoyed and wanted to get back at Yan Qinglan.

“You’re too cute. If you do that again, I won’t hold any meetings.”

“You can’t do that either. That would be even more trouble. Maybe next time we can do a video call. Seeing you might help me eat. Wait, no, I don’t want there to be a next time.”

She finished the sentence and immediately realized she was acting strangely tonight. She added a warning glare just to make it clear.

“Alright. Just wait ten minutes. I had them make another dinner.”

Yan Qinglan’s calm reply only made Wen Huaxi more flustered. She struggled to break free from Yan Qinglan’s embrace.

“Don’t move,” Yan Qinglan said firmly, sitting down with Wen Huaxi on the sofa in her arms.

“How long were you watching?” she asked, glancing at the film playing on the TV.

“About forty minutes? Not too long. And don’t try to ban me from watching TV or using my phone. I’m an actress. I need this for work and learning,” Wen Huaxi said quickly, grabbing the remote from Yan Qinglan’s hand before she could turn it off.

Yan Qinglan didn’t argue, but in her mind, she started thinking about how to reduce exposure to screen radiation.

Wen Huaxi took the silence as agreement and continued watching her movie.

Ten minutes later, the cook arrived with the newly prepared dinner and something else: the unwrapped raw jade stone.

Wen Huaxi was ready to pull off the cover and take a look, but Yan Qinglan held her back and guided her to the dining table.

“A few more minutes won’t make a difference. It’s already late anyway,” Wen Huaxi complained.

“I’m just worried that if you get too excited, you won’t eat again,” Yan Qinglan replied.

She had already checked the quality of the jade that had been cut from the stone.

Wen Huaxi had made a profit. She had spent a small amount on what the auction house thought was a worthless stone, and now it turned out to be valuable.

Yan Qinglan was genuinely happy for her. She had no intention of taking her share, but she was curious about how Wen Huaxi planned to handle it.

“It’s not that serious. Alright, fine. I’ll look at it later,” Wen Huaxi said with a small sigh.

She had seen it before, in her previous life, through a news report. So she wasn’t in a rush. She already knew what she had bought.

This time, when she sat down to eat, Wen Huaxi finished her meal quickly.

Yan Qinglan took the leftovers and added a separate portion prepared for herself by the cook.

Wen Huaxi glanced at the fish but didn’t feel like touching it.

The baby was almost two months along now, and her body had started reacting more strongly. The smell of fish was too much for her to handle.

After dinner, they unwrapped the jade. Wen Huaxi touched it carefully. It felt smooth and cool in her hand.

Yan Qinglan was surprised to see her so calm. She had expected the girl to at least smile. This was a big win.

“What do you plan to do with it?”

“I want to design some jewelry with it and sell it. I haven’t finished the design sketches yet, and I still need someone to look over them. There’s no rush. I’ll give you your twenty percent.”

Wen Huaxi also wanted to use part of the jade to make a pair of thumb rings as a gift for Yan Mingzhu, to complete the jade set she already had.

“I don’t want it.” Yan Qinglan looked at the jade. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted, but she didn’t need to take anything from Wen Huaxi.

“You really don’t want it? This is high-quality jade. Are you sure?” Wen Huaxi was surprised. Wasn’t this the same person who fought her for a profit split earlier?

She didn’t know that Yan Qinglan had only pretended to care about the money back then to tease her.

“I’m sure. Just consider it a gift from your sister.”

Wow. So now she even gives gifts.

That night, lying on Yan Qinglan’s bed, Wen Huaxi thought to herself that her pillow companion really had changed a lot.

“Get some rest, Xiaoxi,” Yan Qinglan said, like someone who genuinely cared.

Wen Huaxi scooted a little closer and poked her in the waist.

“Sister Qing, why do you believe the baby is yours?”

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