Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 42

When Wen Huaxi heard the word “Dao partner,” she became even more certain that Yin Fujun was no ordinary person.

Their eyes met. Wen Huaxi, an award-winning actress, managed to keep her composure and gave nothing away. Yin Fujun couldn’t read her expression at all.

They talked through dinner, and by the end of the meal, Wen Huaxi and Fu Chenyang had exchanged contact information.

Wen Huaxi returned to the hotel with Yu Xiyun. They said goodbye in the elevator.

She felt that she should tell Yan Qinglan about the people she had met today.

But why hadn’t Yan Qinglan replied to her messages?

Wen Huaxi picked up her phone and opened their chat. She sent several text messages, then switched to SMS.

She even tried the satellite phone, but there was still no response.

Sprawled on the hotel bed, Wen Huaxi, for the first time since her rebirth, felt truly lonely.

At this time of night, Yan Qinglan would usually be bothering her in some way.

Either feeding her the supplements she was supposed to take, playing prenatal education videos, or holding her and asking her to put down her phone and go over scripts together.

If nothing else, she would sit quietly by her side. All Wen Huaxi had to do was lift her head slightly to see Yan Qinglan’s profile.

When it came time to shower, they would fight over who went first, and then she would demand that Yan Qinglan blow-dry her hair.

Wen Huaxi let out a long sigh and pressed a pillow over her face.

Why wasn’t she answering? Was there really no signal?

She realized, without meaning to, she had begun to rely on Yan Qinglan.

That thought hit hard. Wen Huaxi reminded herself that she couldn’t keep going down this road, or she might repeat the tragedy of her past life.

Determined, she took the supplements Yan Qinglan had prepared and then picked up her phone to watch the latest trending drama. She fumbled with the projector Yan Qinglan had bought and finally got it set up.

Lying in bed, she prepared to enjoy herself.

Two minutes in, she found the male lead’s acting unbearably cringeworthy. Her eyes stung as if she’d rubbed chili into them. She turned the show off immediately.

Why had she found this kind of show funny when watching it with Yan Qinglan?

Wen Huaxi shook her head and tried to force the annoying woman out of her thoughts. She then grabbed a sheet of paper.

Yan Qinglan had told her not to use the tablet to draw her designs, but paper should be fine.

After half an hour of sketching, Wen Huaxi admired her new work. She raised it up with a satisfied smile and said, “Yan Qinglan, look…”

She turned to the side but didn’t see Yan Qinglan.

Lowering the paper, Wen Huaxi froze.

This was bad.

Why was she thinking about that awful woman again?

Everything she did somehow circled back to Yan Qinglan.

Without her, even the most ordinary parts of life felt dull and colorless.

Wen Huaxi looked out into the night through the window.

Shuiqing City wasn’t very developed, so there wasn’t much light pollution. The view outside was just an endless stretch of darkness.

It matched the emptiness she felt inside.

What could be worse than realizing she had fallen again for the person who once broke her heart?

Maybe it was realizing that she couldn’t bring herself to let go this time, that she no longer had the strength to stop liking her.

But Yan Qinglan didn’t like her, did she?

All this kindness must come from a sense of responsibility.

Like an older sister doing her duty.

Or perhaps, like a dutiful “wife,” the alpha parent of their child.

It was because she was carrying Yan Qinglan’s child that she was being cared for so closely, treated so tenderly.

Wen Huaxi leaned back in her chair. Her expression was filled with disappointment and helplessness.

She looked no different now than she had in her past life, waiting alone in their wedding home for Yan Qinglan to send just one message.

Who knew? Maybe in that world, Yan Qinglan had already fallen for some other beautiful woman and left her behind completely.

Maybe she had forgotten she even had a contract wife.

Stop thinking about her.

Wen Huaxi patted her cheeks and decided to call her sister instead.

But before she could even tap her sister’s name, an incoming call popped up.

When she saw the name on the screen, her hand trembled. She accidentally tapped the answer button.

“Xiaoxi.” That familiar voice came through the receiver like a summer breeze. It calmed her nerves in an instant and brought a sense of peace.

But all the anger Wen Huaxi had been holding in all day came rushing back at the sound of that soft, casual “Xiaoxi.”

She said nothing, completely forgetting how much she had missed this person just moments ago, and immediately hung up the call.

On the other end of the line, Yan Qinglan paused.

One whole day of silence had definitely made someone angry.

Yan Qinglan touched her nose, feeling a little awkward. It wasn’t like she did it on purpose.

There was truly no signal in that mountain area, and she hadn’t received any of Wen Huaxi’s messages.

Still, Yan Qinglan didn’t give up. She kept dialing again and again.

Each time the call connected, Wen Huaxi hung up.

If it were anyone else, Yan Qinglan would have run out of patience.

But she was the one at fault, and because it was Wen Huaxi, she stayed calm and persistent.

On the fifteenth attempt, Wen Huaxi finally didn’t hang up.

“Xiaoxi, I was wrong.” No matter what, it was best to apologize first.

Yan Qinglan didn’t even notice the smile at the corners of her eyes.

It wasn’t one of the expressions she usually forced. This one was genuine and warm.

“What exactly did you do wrong?” Wen Huaxi had already cooled down after rejecting fourteen calls, but she still kept her tone cold. It was easy to hear her breath through the phone.

“I shouldn’t have ignored your messages. But Xiaoxi, there really wasn’t any signal or Wi-Fi where I was,” Yan Qinglan explained gently.

“That’s still your fault.” Wen Huaxi already knew that, but she wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily.

“You have no idea how much I…” She paused, then changed the subject. “Never mind. Are you alright? You didn’t run into any danger, did you?”

“I’m fine. I know you missed me, Xiaoxi.” Even over the phone, Yan Qinglan’s laughter was soft and unmistakable.

Wen Huaxi’s ears turned red. She realized she was growing more and more fond of hearing Yan Qinglan’s voice.

Just a short conversation had completely swept away her frustrations from earlier in the evening.

Suddenly, even the cringe-worthy drama seemed entertaining again, and her design sketches looked much better.

“Who missed you?” Wen Huaxi couldn’t bring herself to admit it.

Hearing her familiar tone, Yan Qinglan’s smile widened.

Her phone was flooded with dozens of WeChat messages, several texts, and a string of missed calls.

Who missed her? The answer was obvious.

Yan Qinglan thought, if she were with Wen Huaxi right now, she’d probably be bitten again by this feisty little kitten.

And after the bite, she could pull her into her arms and gently calm her down.

Wen Huaxi’s hair really did puff up when she was angry, with little tufts sticking up like messy strands.

Yan Qinglan had already figured out the trick. All she had to do was stroke the top of Wen Huaxi’s head a few times, and as her mood improved, the wild strands would settle on their own.

“I missed you,” Yan Qinglan said with a quiet sigh as she quickened her steps.

While Wen Huaxi stood frozen, stunned by the straightforward confession, Yan Qinglan stopped walking.

“Open the door, Xiaoxi.”

Then the call ended.

Yan Qinglan stood there holding her phone, unsure for a moment whether she had done the right thing.

She hesitated, unsure whether she should swipe her access card, try calling again to calm down her agitated kitten, or just knock on the door.

Before she could decide, the door opened.

Just a small crack.

Wen Huaxi’s head peeked out cautiously. The moment she saw Yan Qinglan, her almond-shaped eyes lit up like stars, dazzling and filled with joy.

Yan Qinglan pushed the door open wider, stepped inside sideways, and locked it behind her.

Before Wen Huaxi could say a word, Yan Qinglan pulled her into a tight embrace.

A gust of longing swept in with her and settled into the warmth of that hug.

“I missed you.”

There was no “older sister” in her tone, no gentle nickname like “Xiaoxi.”

Only a simple, direct statement. Just “I” and “you.”

Earlier, Yan Qinglan had entered the so-called mountain village.

After seeing the size of the place, she couldn’t help but think it was absurd.

They called this place a “village”? Were they misunderstanding what a village even was?

She didn’t dare say too much. Instead, she followed the local guide, quietly observing everything around her.

Her appearance and body shape were carefully disguised.

Still, the magnetic field of this place gave her an uncomfortable feeling.

Most notably, the headaches that came with her returning memories were growing stronger.

Eventually, she couldn’t bear it anymore. She left the guide and found a quiet spot to sit down.

There was only the pain, but no memory. Did that mean she had gotten too far away from Wen Huaxi?

Pressing her fingers to her temples, Yan Qinglan noticed more and more people starting to look in her direction.

From the way they were whispering, she could faintly make out the words “sacred object” on their lips.

Her instincts kicked in, but the pain was so intense she couldn’t issue commands to her body.

The pain worsened, as if some abyss had split open, tearing her apart and swallowing her mind.

Her sense of self began to merge with the fragmented memories of her past life.

Someone approached, but Yan Qinglan could barely register it, trapped in a haze close to unconsciousness.

Even in that moment, too stubborn to call for help, she backed away slowly.

Right before she passed out, the only thing on her mind was the smile of her contract wife.

When she opened her eyes again, two people stood on either side of her, looking down.

“Oh, she’s awake. Fufu, is the thing you were looking for on her?”

“No.”

“Wait, didn’t you say you sensed something?”

“It’s gone.”

“That’s such a shame. Wait a minute, Fufu, doesn’t she look kind of familiar?”

“I don’t recognize her.”

Yan Qinglan forced herself to sit up. She was horrified by the clarity of the memories now returning to her.

She remembered everything. The extra memories were not a joke, not some parallel world, and definitely not someone else’s life.

They were her own past life.

She had died. For some reason, she had been reborn.

The energy consumed in the process had left her with missing memories.

That was why she often experienced those intense headaches and strange dreams. She had simply been in the process of remembering.

“Miss, please don’t move. You fainted from heat exhaustion,” said the girl with her hair tied up as she reached out to steady Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan instinctively grabbed the girl’s hand.

The girl gasped in pain, but then the other woman, the one dressed in traditional Miao attire and usually silent, tapped Yan Qinglan’s hand.

It looked like a light touch, but the pain sank deep into her bones.

Yan Qinglan couldn’t even hold her smile anymore. Her face turned cold as she looked at the two of them.

“Don’t be angry, Fufu. That was my fault. I’m sorry, Miss. I shouldn’t have touched you without permission,” Fu Chenyang quickly apologized and comforted her partner.

The one she called “Fufu” finally lowered the staff in her hand.

When Yan Qinglan glanced at the staff, she realized it was made of jade, but it had the eyes of an insect, the mouth of a snake, and the wings of a bird.

It was even moving.

Thankfully, Yan Qinglan had some knowledge of this place. Otherwise, she might have been frightened out of her mind.

Even so, she couldn’t stop thinking about Wen Huaxi.

She remembered it now. She remembered how Wen Huaxi had died.

In her past life, her partner had died a tragic death.

A car accident. Two lives lost.

She could still see the figure lying in a pool of blood, the face blurred beyond recognition. The only thing left was that unmistakable head of red hair.

Blood had clotted in those strands. It didn’t even look like blood anymore, just a darker shade of red.

But the weight of it kept the hair from moving, from ever dancing in the wind again.

Yan Qinglan remembered wanting to hold Wen Huaxi.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not clean the blood from Wen Huaxi’s face. No matter what she did, she could not stop the bleeding.

There were too many wounds, and they were too deep. They had already missed the best chance to save her.

Someone told her that the person in her arms had stopped breathing.

For the first time in her life, Yan Qinglan became truly stubborn. She stubbornly carried Wen Huaxi into the ambulance.

She refused to give up even when she saw the flat line on the heart monitor.

She stayed up all night, waiting for the doctors to try everything they could before finally declaring the truth she feared.

What she had not expected was the discovery that Wen Huaxi had been pregnant.

Along with Wen Huaxi, their unborn child had also passed away.

The memory of the entire night was so vivid.

Even when the memory faded, Yan Qinglan still felt that pain ripping through her body and mind.

It felt as if she had been the one hit by the car, not Wen Huaxi.

The fear and nausea rushed up from her chest, and she quickly covered her mouth.

“Are you alright?” a nearby stranger asked with concern.

Yan Qinglan shook her head.

This woman was not Wen Huaxi.

She needed to see Wen Huaxi.

In her past life, she had owed her so much and had let her suffer such a cruel end.

How could she possibly repay that kind of debt?

The longing in her chest could no longer be contained.

Just knowing that Wen Huaxi was alive brought a wave of relief and overwhelming joy.

Yan Qinglan finally understood.

She loved Wen Huaxi.

She truly loved her.

She wanted to see her.

“I have to go,” Yan Qinglan said, forcing herself out of bed despite the physical discomfort.

“Wait, miss, it is not that easy to leave,” Fu Chenyang called after her.

Without an official exit permit, the boundary gate would burn anyone who tried to leave.

“I have to go back. I need to see her.” Yan Qinglan only repeated the same sentence under her breath.

She walked toward the door. Fu Chenyang was too nervous to grab her directly and turned to Yin Fujun for help.

“It is alright,” Yin Fujun said calmly. She waved her staff, and it transformed into three identification cards.

“Fufu, are you going out too?”

“Yes.” The time had come, just as she had predicted. She needed to go down the mountain to retrieve the sacred object taken by her people.

“Miss, at least take this. If you do not mind, come with us. We are heading out too,” Fu Chenyang said, shaking the card in her hand.

Yan Qinglan was still dazed from the flood of memories. Her eyes were empty, and her movements slow.

She took the card mechanically, unable to recognize what it was.

She already had one, issued to her when she first arrived, but she had forgotten about it.

For a while, she had forgotten where she was and what she was doing.

She could not even remember who she was.

The only thing she remembered was that she needed to find Wen Huaxi.

But how could she remember where Wen Huaxi was?

All she could do was repeat that she needed to leave and go back.

Fu Chenyang looked at her and felt like this was not a case of heatstroke. It felt more like she had hit her head too hard.

She did not dare say that aloud. Instead, she moved closer to Yin Fujun.

After passing through the boundary gate, the three of them separated.

Yan Qinglan wandered aimlessly for a while before her senses finally returned. She took out her phone.

There were dozens of messages from Wen Huaxi.

A wave of calm washed over her and softened the sharp sting of the memories.

She let out a long breath and called Wen Huaxi.

“I missed you.”

From her past life until now, across time and space, Yan Qinglan could finally say those words.

Inside the room, Wen Huaxi, after the initial nervousness and embarrassment, slowly relaxed.

Without thinking, she leaned into Yan Qinglan’s arms and wrapped her arms around her waist, full of joy.

She nuzzled into Yan Qinglan’s hair, but then she realized that Yan Qinglan seemed to be crying.

The proud and untouchable Yan Qinglan, who always held a composed and intimidating smile, was now crying.

“What is wrong?” Wen Huaxi gently patted her back and softened her voice.

She was no longer angry.

Just seeing Yan Qinglan made her feel safe again.

Her heavy mood from earlier had disappeared. It felt like soaking in a warm bath after a long day.

If this kind of affection no longer left her feeling small or uncertain, if it did not leave her constantly questioning herself, then maybe she could finally admit what she felt.

Maybe she could accept that she liked her.

“I missed you,” Yan Qinglan whispered again, tightening her embrace.

She buried her face in Wen Huaxi’s soft curls and breathed in deeply.

There was a faint sweetness like cherry, mixed with the scent of the new shampoo she had bought for Wen Huaxi.

It was not a familiar scent, but it was calming all the same.

There was no trace of blood.

Wen Huaxi pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say.

This life was not the same as the last.

Not at all.

She was not waiting in vain for someone who would never look back.

She was simply waiting for Yan Qinglan to finish her work and come home.

They would talk as they should, exchange messages and phone calls.

Whenever Yan Qinglan saw her texts, she would always reply.

And now, Wen Huaxi had even heard her say she missed her.

That one word had left her completely unsettled.

Everything felt so different now. Did that mean she could allow herself to like Yan Qinglan?

Liking Yan Qinglan no longer felt painful. It brought only a little loneliness, a slight unfamiliarity.

“I… I missed you too.” Wen Huaxi’s ears turned red.

Her voice was so soft, barely louder than a whisper, but Yan Qinglan heard it clearly.

She could finally hear Wen Huaxi’s voice again.

Not just sit silently beside a face that would never open its eyes again, not wait through an endless day and night with unspoken words caught in her throat.

There was nothing more to say now.

Yan Qinglan gently laid Wen Huaxi down on the bed.

Wen Huaxi’s heartbeat quickened. Her hand instinctively gripped Yan Qinglan’s shirt.

She clutched the bedsheet underneath her as well.

“Yan… Yan Qinglan.” Her whole face was flushed, as red as a ripe cherry, the kind that would definitely taste sweet.

Yan Qinglan leaned closer.

“What are you doing? No… you can’t…” Wen Huaxi grew flustered. Her grip tightened.

In this moment, her feelings were confirmed.

Her thoughts were a mess. She didn’t even know what she was saying.

It almost sounded like an invitation, though that was not what she meant.

She could feel the changes in her body.

Did she really not mean it?

Her eyes brimmed with tears from the shame.

Yan Qinglan probably did not even like her.

She was just missing her. It was normal for an older sister to miss her.

So if she said things like this, didn’t that mean…

“I know,” Yan Qinglan whispered, brushing her lips against the corner of Wen Huaxi’s mouth. “I won’t do anything more… I just missed you.”

She reached out and gently covered Wen Huaxi’s eyes.

Darkness made everything feel more uncertain.

Wen Huaxi’s chest rose and fell unevenly. From the warmth of her palm, Yan Qinglan could feel the tears welling in her eyes.

“Don’t be afraid.” Yan Qinglan kissed her lips gently. “This is just a reply to the kiss you gave me this morning.”

Her lips touched Wen Huaxi’s.

With her eyes covered, even her ears were half-blocked by Yan Qinglan’s hand.

Her entire face was nearly hidden, with only her nose exposed.

The warm breath from Wen Huaxi reached Yan Qinglan and brushed her nose, a teasing sensation that tickled in a strangely painful way.

Yan Qinglan welcomed it. She leaned in a little more, deepening the kiss.

She brushed lightly at first, then pressed firmly.

The tears on her palm were becoming heavier. Only then did Yan Qinglan slowly test the waters, gently parting her lips.

She felt something soft meet her tongue.

At that moment, she nearly laughed.

She had thought the girl in her arms was innocent and shy, crying and trembling, but now she was the one boldly responding and even parting her lips.

They shared memories from their past life. This was not their first kiss.

But they had not practiced in a long time. Wen Huaxi was slightly clumsy, and she forgot to breathe when Yan Qinglan moved her hand.

Tears kept falling as she became more overwhelmed. Yan Qinglan was too close, and Wen Huaxi could not catch her breath.

She gasped and tried to push her away. Yan Qinglan paused briefly, then tilted her head and gently covered both of her ears.

Wen Huaxi had not even managed a full breath before she was drawn back into Yan Qinglan’s rhythm.

With her ears pressed shut, she could hear the sound of their kiss clearly.

It was loud, as if fireworks were bursting in the silence.

Even more dazzling than fireworks, it was addicting and unforgettable.

She could also hear the sound of her own breathing, her gasps mixing with the wet sounds of their kiss. Her face turned a deeper red, and even her tears became too shy to fall.

The kiss deepened, slowly and steadily, with each tilt of the head.

Yan Qinglan’s habits were just like in their past life, both frustrating and endearing.

In that emotional moment, Wen Huaxi tightened her arms around Yan Qinglan’s waist.

Yan Qinglan was careful not to hurt her. She adjusted their position so that both of them were sitting up, doing her best to avoid putting pressure on Wen Huaxi’s belly.

After a short while, Wen Huaxi caught the scent of Yan Qinglan’s pheromones.

It had been so long since she had smelled that faint aroma of tea.

As the concentration of pheromones increased, the scent became even more noticeable.

But Yan Qinglan stopped right then.

She held herself back with sheer willpower.

“I need to take an inhibitor. Wait for me,” Yan Qinglan said. She hadn’t expected her heat cycle to arrive this quickly.

It was proof that she truly liked Wen Huaxi.

Only when kissing someone she liked, only when seeing her respond so adorably and vividly, would her body react so intensely.

Fortunately, she had the good habit of always carrying inhibitors with her.

Wen Huaxi sat frozen on the bed.

A moment later, the scent of the inhibitor drifted into the room. It smelled like cherries. She immediately covered her face and burrowed under the blanket.

She had no idea Yan Qinglan liked using that particular scent of inhibitor.

Could she assume that it was because Yan Qinglan liked the scent of her pheromones?

But their compatibility score wasn’t even that high…

As she was thinking, someone poked her side.

Then the blanket was pulled right off her by Yan Qinglan.

Seeing her coming closer again, Wen Huaxi finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop!” she cried out. She was pregnant. Kissing was one thing, but anything more was too much.

Yan Qinglan froze for a second. Just moments ago, Wen Huaxi had looked like she was really enjoying it. Why was she rejecting her now?

“It’s not that, Yan Qinglan. You’re already in heat, and I… I can’t help you with that. Why are you still pushing things and tempting yourself?” Wen Huaxi grabbed the blanket and scooted to the side. “I haven’t even showered yet.”

Her words were full of unspoken hints.

Yan Qinglan cleared her throat, and Wen Huaxi could even hear the smile in her voice.

“I can hold back,” she said, knowing that Wen Huaxi’s condition was special and she could not be reckless.

“Or is it that you can’t?” Yan Qinglan teased, tapping her nose.

Fine. They had already kissed for so long tonight. That was enough.

They still had plenty of time. They could take things slowly.

At the very least, in this lifetime, she would not allow anything to happen to Wen Huaxi again.

Yan Qinglan suddenly yelped as Wen Huaxi kicked her hard in the leg.

Yan Qinglan chuckled. Her little kitten really was fierce and never forgot a grudge.

“You’re unbelievable. Why did you suddenly kiss me like that?”

When Yan Qinglan dragged Wen Huaxi out of the blanket to take a shower, Wen Huaxi bit her hard, fulfilling one of Yan Qinglan’s daydreams.

“Wasn’t it someone who insisted on giving me a goodbye kiss this morning?” Yan Qinglan held Wen Huaxi half in her arms as she walked them toward the bathroom.

“Hey, who exactly asked for that kiss? You should be ashamed!” Wen Huaxi kicked at her, annoyed by how this shameless woman had turned her emotions upside down all day. “Why are you sticking so close? Do you want to shower with me or something?”

“Yes,” Yan Qinglan replied without shame.

Wen Huaxi froze like a startled cat. If she liked me, why did she sign divorce papers with me?

Yan Qinglan would say, what divorce? That word is forbidden.