Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 52

A visible question mark slowly appeared on Wen Huaxi’s face.

Yan Qinglan’s expression turned completely cold. She stared at Meng Qingzhou and gently pulled Wen Huaxi behind her.

“Didn’t you always want her to divorce you?” Meng Qingzhou looked between them thoughtfully. It wasn’t clear who she was directing the question to.

“No,” Yan Qinglan replied without hesitation. She had never wanted to divorce Wen Huaxi. At least, not anytime soon.

And now, even if Wen Huaxi said she wanted a divorce, there was absolutely no way Yan Qinglan would sign the papers.

She would never let Wen Huaxi even say the word “divorce.”

Wen Huaxi felt a little guilty. She stepped in closer behind Yan Qinglan.

It was obvious that Meng Qingzhou had been looking directly at her when she asked that.

But she didn’t want to divorce Yan Qinglan anymore. She wanted to get along and stay with her.

As long as Yan Qinglan didn’t bring it up again in the future, their agreement to act like a married couple could last forever.

Just being by her side, with no one else in Yan Qinglan’s life, was enough to make Wen Huaxi feel content.

Meng Qingzhou shrugged and sat down, showing no awareness of how shocking her previous words had been.

“You came from that place, didn’t you?” Yan Qinglan asked directly, skipping over any polite conversation.

“Let’s order food first,” Meng Qingzhou replied, brushing off the question.

There was a quick flicker in her expression, barely noticeable, but Yan Qinglan caught it. That moment confirmed her guess.

The restaurant had been chosen by Yan Qinglan. She knew the manager and had arranged in advance for the kitchen to prepare a boxed meal specifically for Wen Huaxi. She didn’t order anything extra.

Meng Qingzhou observed how the two interacted, then gave Wen Huaxi a longer look.

She was surprised.

It had only been a few months, and now they even had a child?

That made her earlier divorce comment even more awkward. No wonder Yan Qinglan had glared at her like that.

“Do you really think this is a good place for this kind of conversation, Qinglan?”

While waiting for the food, Meng Qingzhou noticed Yan Qinglan was about to speak again and reminded her.

“This is basically my place,” Yan Qinglan replied, meaning it was a very secure location.

“Alright, then I’ll speak openly. Yes, I did come from there.” Based on that, Meng Qingzhou could also tell that Yan Qinglan didn’t fully understand that world.

If she did, she would have recognized her surname right away. Meng Qingzhou was from one of the three ancient cultivation families: the Meng clan.

But her particular branch had moved to the outside world since her grandmother’s generation.

She had shown some martial arts talent, which was why she had been sent back to train.

“You approached me because you were looking for something,” Yan Qinglan said with certainty.

Meng Qingzhou nodded. Judging by how unstable the martial arts world had been recently, it seemed likely that Yan Qinglan had encountered other ancient cultivators, which helped her come to that conclusion.

“So why did you need to marry me just to look for something?” Yan Qinglan finally asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time.

Wen Huaxi looked back and forth between them. Suddenly, Yan Qinglan reached out and held her hand. She scoffed quietly but didn’t pull away.

“Because you also have martial arts talent. If I had a child with you, they would be incredibly strong,” Meng Qingzhou said plainly.

“By the way, Qinglan, you do know what ancient cultivators and the martial arts world are now, right?”

“I know now.” Until today, Yan Qinglan had only referred to that world as “the village.” It turned out it was a whole separate world. No wonder it had been so vast.

Meng Qingzhou twitched at the realization that she had been tricked into revealing more than she planned.

“And another reason was because I could sense the aura of what I’m looking for on you. I couldn’t tell if it was actually in your possession or if it came from someone you had been close to. Being married would make it easier for me to investigate.”

“Aura? What exactly is it you people are trying to find?” Aside from Yan Mingzhu and Gu Lian, Yan Qinglan didn’t think she had any connection to that world.

“A sacred object. A legendary relic. Cultivators who have received formal training can sense its presence. From the looks of it, you haven’t received that training, so I can’t say much more,” Meng Qingzhou explained as clearly as she could.

A knock on the door interrupted them at the perfect time, giving both sides a moment to pause and think. The server brought in their food.

Yan Qinglan decided to stop questioning for now. She picked up the beautifully arranged meal box and placed it in front of Wen Huaxi, preparing to feed her.

“I can eat by myself.” In front of a so-called “love rival,” Wen Huaxi still had some pride to maintain.

Even though she had just found out that Meng Qingzhou had no romantic interest in Yan Qinglan whatsoever.

She had only approached with a goal in mind—to find something.

That meant Gu Lian, Fu Chenyang, and even the quiet one at her side were probably also after this legendary sacred object.

She had never heard of it in her previous life.

But since it was called “sacred,” it must have had incredible power.

No one knew what it looked like, who had it now, or how she and Yan Qinglan had even come into contact with something like that.

Yan Qinglan partly achieved her goal of showing off by trying to feed her wife.

She didn’t insist on taking her spoon away. She simply sat beside her, peeled some fruit, and arranged it neatly on a plate.

Meng Qingzhou, for once, was quiet. She didn’t look at the overly affectionate couple and focused on eating. Her phone sat beside her, with the contact name “Leng Yueshan” clearly displayed.

“Then why did you say you wanted to marry her today?” Yan Qinglan asked again once Wen Huaxi had finished most of her food. She picked up what was left.

Meng Qingzhou was still eating.

“Isn’t it obvious? She also has the aura of the sacred object. Even though she doesn’t seem to have martial arts talent, that doesn’t matter. Right now, all I care about is finding the relic.”

She no longer had any thoughts about producing a strong heir.

Meng Qingzhou glanced at her phone screen again, and her eyes softened.

“Is that sacred object really that powerful? What is it exactly?” Wen Huaxi asked, not wanting to watch Yan Qinglan eat her leftovers. She turned her attention to something she was actually curious about.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I was sent by my family to look for it outside our world. One legend says the sacred object can bring the dead back to life and heal any injury. Another says it can grant the strongest wish in a person’s heart, no matter how ridiculous it sounds.”

Meng Qingzhou herself didn’t have much personal desire for it.

People of her generation had only grown up hearing the stories. No one had actually witnessed its power.

Wishes coming true seemed too far-fetched, and they didn’t have anyone they wanted to bring back from the dead.

No wonder so many people from that world were pouring into the world of ordinary humans.

If the relic was truly that powerful, then it was easy to understand why people would lose their minds over it.

Yan Qinglan found herself thinking back to her previous life.

Since Meng Qingzhou said the aura of the sacred object was on her, then she must have come into contact with it at some point.

In those parts of her memory she hadn’t yet recovered, was it possible that she had eventually found the sacred object?

And perhaps used it to bring her lover back to life.

But if that had really happened, she shouldn’t have been reborn like this.

While Yan Qinglan was lost in her own thoughts, Wen Huaxi asked Meng Qingzhou another question.

“Do you know someone named Gu Lian? And also, for people from your martial world, is it possible to stay in the outside world for a long time?”

“Let me answer your last question first. No, people from our world can’t stay in the mortal realm for long without consequences. We need to return to the martial world regularly for purification. Otherwise, we’ll lose our martial talents. If someone decides to give up those abilities, they can go through a process to wash them away and leave the martial world permanently. But usually, only those who have made serious mistakes choose that path.”

“I don’t know the Gu Lian you mentioned, but I do know the Gu family name. Let me put it this way. In the martial world, the Gu, Yin, and Meng families hold a status equivalent to your Yan family in the capital. That said, I’m just an insignificant branch member. If you know someone from the Gu family, it’s better to ask them directly.”

Meng Qingzhou’s eyes moved between the two of them.

Wen Huaxi was good at hiding her thoughts, and her expression gave nothing away. Yan Qinglan was even more composed, quietly finishing the last of Wen Huaxi’s meal.

Meng Qingzhou had only wanted to test them, to see if other powers were also searching for the sacred object.

If it turned out to be the cold-hearted holy son from the Yin family who was taking action, she would rather give up and go home. She had no chance of winning against him.

Staying outside their world meant returning every six months or a year for a painful cleansing ritual. It was tedious and exhausting.

“Let me make one thing clear. I didn’t come here today to answer your questions for free. If you learn anything about the sacred object, please share it with me too.”

If the sacred object really was that powerful, then maybe she needed it after all.

But not for herself.

Meng Qingzhou thought of that girl who could barely go out on her own and coughed up blood every day.

“If we find anything, we’ll let you know.” They were temporary allies now, and Yan Qinglan agreed to that much.

The meal wasn’t finished, and their conversation had only just paused when someone knocked on the private room’s door.

“Qingzhou, why are you here… with them?” The voice was so weak it could be lost in the wind.

She covered her mouth and coughed, struggling to catch her breath.

“I told you not to bother coming to pick me up,” Meng Qingzhou stood and walked over to support Leng Yueshan.

But Leng Yueshan didn’t look at her. Her eyes were fixed on Yan Qinglan.

Specifically, on Yan Qinglan and Wen Huaxi’s interlocked hands.

Meng Qingzhou’s expression turned cold. She subtly moved to block Leng Yueshan’s view.

Leng Yueshan turned her head to the side to avoid her.

“Yan Qinglan, you like someone else, don’t you? This whole time, were you just playing with me?”

Yan Qinglan put down her utensils. “I never told you I liked you. From the beginning, I said we could only be friends.”

Wen Huaxi could feel the intense gaze burning into her back. The hand Yan Qinglan held suddenly felt hot and heavy.

She understood perfectly what Leng Yueshan was saying, and who the person Yan Qinglan liked must be.

Because she understood, Wen Huaxi wanted even more to leave. She started pulling her hand away.

“And what about her? You told me you weren’t interested in relationships. So she’s different?”

Leng Yueshan’s emotions were overwhelming.

If she weren’t so physically weak, she would have walked over and demanded an explanation.

But she didn’t even have the strength to pull away from Meng Qingzhou.

She leaned against her for support, pouring out feelings she probably shouldn’t have, like a final breath she was struggling to hold on to.

Yan Qinglan reacted quickly and pulled back her escaping wife.

“She is my wife.” Yan Qinglan held her tightly, almost not giving Wen Huaxi any space to breathe.

Yet Wen Huaxi, listening to her voice and surrounded by her familiar scent, felt a surprising sense of peace.

It felt like whatever Yan Qinglan was about to say wouldn’t hurt her. That it wouldn’t change the path they were finally walking together.

It felt like Yan Qinglan was about to confess to her.

Wen Huaxi’s heartbeat suddenly sped up.

Yan Qinglan squeezed her hand and lowered her voice. “Don’t worry, Xiaoxi. You don’t have to feel nervous or scared.”

Wen Huaxi understood what she meant. She tried to breathe steadily, but her arms around Yan Qinglan only tightened.

“She is different.” Yan Qinglan admitted it.

She hadn’t planned to say it now. She didn’t want to scare Wen Huaxi, or cause her any trouble.

But Leng Yueshan had shown up.

If she did nothing, if she said nothing, her girl would live in constant fear again, just like in their past life.

“I’m sorry.” Yan Qinglan said no more and left with Wen Huaxi in her arms.

“Yueyue…” In the private room, Meng Qingzhou clenched her fists so hard her palms hurt. It was the only thing that helped her keep her eyes from following Yan Qinglan’s retreating figure.

“That was cruel.” Leng Yueshan closed her eyes. Blood welled up at the corner of her mouth.

“Yueyue, don’t think about it anymore. She is cruel. She’s awful. She was never meant for you.”

“And what about you? Are you meant for me?” Leng Yueshan slapped her hand away. “You didn’t even tell me you were meeting her today.”

Meng Qingzhou looked like she had been slapped in the face. Staring at Leng Yueshan’s disappointed expression, she couldn’t help but ask herself the question.

What about you? You said you had let go of Yan Qinglan. You said you didn’t love her anymore. So why did you go and question her? And why are you treating me like this now?

Leng Yueshan coughed again. Meng Qingzhou didn’t dare ask anything else.

On the way home, Yan Qinglan held Wen Huaxi tightly and refused to let go.

At first, Wen Huaxi was shaking all over and tried to push her away.

She was scared of what Yan Qinglan might say next. Scared that she would be rejected and abandoned.

Running away felt safer. If she never got a clear answer, she could live in denial forever.

But Yan Qinglan kept comforting her, calling her Xiaoxi, over and over. Slowly, she began to calm down.

“Are you feeling alright? Nothing uncomfortable?” Yan Qinglan asked as if nothing had happened, still caring for her as always.

Wen Huaxi gripped her arm, struggling to hold back her emotions.

“You can ask me anything. You can tell me anything.” Yan Qinglan gently brushed her fingers through Wen Huaxi’s hair. “I won’t disappoint you or hurt you.”

Wen Huaxi’s pupils contracted slightly.

It felt like a confession. Like she was being given permission to say what was in her heart.

She swallowed hard, trying to gather her courage and push the fear down.

Yan Qinglan had been so good to her lately. They had grown closer. They had done everything couples usually do.

So…

“Yan Qinglan, it’s just that… you’ve changed a lot these past few months, but… you’ve always treated me really well. I like you. A lot. So… can you, maybe, like me back? Even just a little?”

Just a little would be enough.

Wen Huaxi thought she could be satisfied with that.

Yan Qinglan had thought Wen Huaxi would ask her directly if she liked her.

She hadn’t expected to be the one confessed to first. She especially hadn’t expected her beloved to ask so humbly, almost pleadingly, whether she liked her even just a little.

Yan Qinglan felt something ache deep in her heart.

Her girl had always been like this. Outwardly tough, but inside, soft and gentle.

At her core, she was still a stubborn and fragile soul, someone who feared being left behind.

“Not just a little,” Yan Qinglan said as she held her tightly.

“Wen Huaxi, I don’t just like you a little. When it comes to love, you should feel more confident. I really, really like you.” To the point where she probably couldn’t live without her anymore.

Yan Qinglan thought back to her previous life. It had been short.

But not shorter than her love.

When someone loses the one they love, how could they live long after that?

So if she had truly found the sacred object in that previous life, her wish would have been to return to this moment.

To the moment when everything had not yet begun. When she had just met Wen Huaxi.

She must have made that wish successfully.

Yan Qinglan felt a single tear fall onto her arm.

Warm, then cool.

She lowered her head and hugged the girl in her arms even tighter, as if she wanted to become one with her. She reached out to wipe away her tears.

“I really like you, Wen Huaxi. Maybe I wasn’t good before. I know I can be difficult, and I’ve flirted with other people. It’s true I didn’t have anything with them, and I won’t have anything with anyone else in the future. But even if I didn’t like you back then, I know now that all of that was disloyalty to you. But Xiaoxi, you see, for a while now, I’ve been completely focused on you. I hope you can try to trust me.”

“Trust you?”

“Trust that I won’t leave. Trust that there won’t be anyone else. Trust that I love you.”

Yan Qinglan spoke in the most serious tone, yet her words were soft and full of warmth.

“Why are you suddenly talking about love?” Wen Huaxi’s face turned red at her confession.

Just a second ago, it was still about liking. Yan Qinglan was definitely moving too fast.

But Wen Huaxi knew. She knew that Yan Qinglan didn’t have feelings for those other people.

And today, Yan Qinglan had proven that in front of her.

Besides, back then, she hadn’t fallen for anyone yet. It was just that she played around a little too much.

Given everything, Wen Huaxi had already found excuses for her. Found ways to soften what she had done.

She had already forgiven her. Or maybe she had accepted the past and was choosing to look forward to what came next.

Still, it felt embarrassing to have been won over by Yan Qinglan again in just a few months.

Especially since in their past life, they had ended up divorced.

But this Yan Qinglan probably hadn’t been reborn.

Wen Huaxi thought, this couldn’t be the same Yan Qinglan who had ignored her for four years.

They were the same person, yet somehow not the same at all.

She felt safe loving this version of Yan Qinglan.

“I mean it.” Yan Qinglan kissed the tip of Wen Huaxi’s ear.

“We’re already married. My feelings for you run deep. Jumping from like to love isn’t that fast, is it?”

Wen Huaxi let out a soft sound as her ear was gently bitten, her whole body tightening.

Before the confession, she had managed to stay calm around Yan Qinglan’s affection.

But now everything had changed. Even the lightest touch from Yan Qinglan filled her with overwhelming happiness.

The kind of joy that lifted her up like a wave, carrying her high and weightless.

It felt like she was about to fall into something more.

Wen Huaxi turned around and hugged Yan Qinglan tightly. Then she bit her on the shoulder.

“You promised. You promised we wouldn’t ever be apart. You promised to love me forever.” Her face was red as she loosened her bite, whispering close to Yan Qinglan’s ear, waiting to hear her vow.

“I promise. Even if Xiaoxi wants to get rid of me, it won’t work. I’ll keep coming back to find you. And of course, I’ll love you for a lifetime.”

Talking about forever so early in a relationship might seem impulsive.

But Yan Qinglan had lived through it all once already. She had experienced the pain of losing her and the despair of searching in vain.

Now that she had this life again, there was no other choice for her but to love Wen Huaxi.

And Wen Huaxi had been so scarred by rejection, so afraid of being left behind, that she needed a promise like this.

Hearing Yan Qinglan say it out loud, she tilted her head and kissed the edge of her ear.

Yan Qinglan stroked her back, then carried her home, leaving the untouched dinner on the table and choosing the couch instead.

Wen Huaxi lay there quietly, her eyes shining with tears. Every blink shimmered like autumn water, and her lashes were heavy, deep, and captivating.

She didn’t say a word. She just wanted to give herself fully to the one she had loved across two lifetimes.

Whatever happened, she would accept it.

Yan Qinglan leaned down, starting with a kiss on her nose.

Slowly, one gentle kiss after another, she deepened her affection.

Her love was passionate, but she refused to hurt the one she loved.

Every now and then, when she heard Wen Huaxi let out a soft, alluring breath, Yan Qinglan couldn’t help but lose control for a moment.

But she always softened immediately afterward, brushing gently against the fine hairs on Wen Huaxi’s face.

Wiping away her quiet tears and the warmth of her sweat.

“Sister Qing…” Wen Huaxi whispered softly, her arms wrapped around Yan Qinglan’s neck. She had held back for long enough.

Usually, this woman was bold. If she wanted to kiss, she just did it.

But now that everything was clear between them, why was she hesitating? Why wasn’t she kissing her?

Wen Huaxi wanted it. She wanted her kiss.

“Sister Qing, my lips too…”

“Say it one more time.” Yan Qinglan leaned close to the corner of Wen Huaxi’s lips, brushing gently as she kissed that trembling spot.

“Sister, Sister Qing… I like—” Before she could finish the sentence, Yan Qinglan captured her lips completely in a deep kiss.

It felt like Yan Qinglan wanted to memorize everything about her when she said those affectionate words. The way her lips moved, the way her tongue trembled, the little sounds she made.

Wen Huaxi was completely immersed in the moment, but she still wanted more. She guided Yan Qinglan’s hand, trying to go further.

Just as they were about to, Yan Qinglan paused.

“Sweetheart, not now.” Yan Qinglan smiled helplessly.

She had known Wen Huaxi wanted it too.

But she had self-control. She wasn’t going to lose herself.

“But the doctor said it’s fine.” Wen Huaxi had held back for months.

It had been so long since she had been with the person she loved. Her longing was intense, almost overwhelming.

“No, Xiaoxi. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control my strength.”

Yan Qinglan kissed her forehead and gently took Wen Huaxi’s hand, bringing it to her lips and pressing a kiss onto her fingers.

“I love you, and that’s why I’m scared of hurting you. Let’s be patient. Just for a little while, alright?”

Her words reminded Wen Huaxi.

She remembered all the times they had been together in their previous life. Yan Qinglan had never been great at controlling herself. It had always been a little too rough, a little too much.

Wen Huaxi had been okay with it because she liked it. Even if it hurt, it made her feel close.

But anyone else would have walked away.

Now she understood. Yan Qinglan’s unusual strength was probably from her so-called martial arts talent.

If Wen Huaxi hadn’t made a sound, Yan Qinglan probably wouldn’t have realized how strong she was being.

Even knowing that, it didn’t stop the feeling of frustration.

Wen Huaxi sniffled and whimpered softly but gave in. She hugged Yan Qinglan tightly and flipped over so she lay on top of her, snuggling close like a spoiled kitten.

“I’m sorry, Xiaoxi. It’s not that I don’t want to.” Yan Qinglan looked at her, full of guilt.

Honestly, why did their baby have to be reborn too?

Now her beloved girl couldn’t even enjoy herself properly at this age.

“I get it. Stop talking.” Wen Huaxi was finally embarrassed. She reached up and pressed her hand over Yan Qinglan’s mouth to shut her up.

She didn’t want to hear anything more that would make her want to bury her face in a pillow.

“I’m going to shower.” Wen Huaxi tried to get up and escape.

Yan Qinglan caught her before she could leave. “Baby, does this mean we’re officially together now?”

Wen Huaxi pouted as she was pulled back into her arms. “Aren’t we already married?”

“Then we’re wives. Before one wife goes to shower, do you know what wives should do for each other?”

Yan Qinglan didn’t lower her voice at all, but Wen Huaxi could hear the affection in every word.

That one question made her brain completely shut down. Her face turned red and she shook her head shyly.

“You have to call me ‘wife’.” Yan Qinglan tapped the tip of her nose. “Be good, Xiaoxi. Say ‘wife.'”

Later, when Wen Huaxi found out this Yan Qinglan was the same one who had ignored her for four years and then divorced her, she would be furious.

Perfect. Yan Qinglan, you’re finished. I’m packing my things and going to find someone new to play with.