Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 60

“I’m not upset,” Yan Qinglan said as she withdrew her hand slightly, trying hard to control her emotions. She didn’t want Wen Huaxi to notice anything unusual.

Xioaxi was the one going through so much already. She couldn’t let her worry any more than she already did.

“You are upset. I can see it. Yan Qinglan, what are you hiding from me? Didn’t we agree to communicate more?”

Wen Huaxi saw right through her. She grabbed Yan Qinglan’s face and began squishing it in her hands.

“Look at your eyebrows. They’ve been stuck in a frown all day. What’s wrong this time? Don’t tell me it’s still work.”

Yan Qinglan let out a sigh and pulled Wen Huaxi into a tight hug, feeling a bit helpless.

“I just didn’t want you to worry. It’s not a big deal.”

But just like she could read Wen Huaxi’s emotions from the way her hair fell or the expression on her face, Wen Huaxi had her own ways of reading Yan Qinglan too.

And from her perspective, Yan Qinglan had not been happy for some time.

At first, she thought it was related to work.

But even after she helped Yan Qinglan resolve a major project issue, her expression still hadn’t brightened.

That meant it had to be something personal.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll just worry more,” Wen Huaxi said. She was nearly tugging at Yan Qinglan’s collar in frustration. “Are you going to say it or not?”

“I’ll tell you. Just don’t get angry,” Yan Qinglan replied before her partner could blow up. She gently smoothed Wen Huaxi’s hair.

“I just feel bad for you. That’s all. It really isn’t anything serious.”

Her voice softened as she spoke, with a faint trace of bitterness.

“You’ve been so tired lately. It makes my heart ache. I want to ease your discomfort, but I don’t know how. I looked up everything I could and still couldn’t find any useful advice or examples.”

She had seen all of it. Wen Huaxi’s constant drowsiness, how slowly she walked, the soreness in her legs. Yan Qinglan noticed every detail, and it hurt to watch.

“It’s alright,” Wen Huaxi said as she pressed closer into her arms.

“Carrying a baby is hard sometimes, sure. But I don’t want to act like I’m too fragile, like I’m a victim. I made the decision to have this baby. It’s like taking on a major project. Would you say that working late nights and exhausting yourself for a project makes you weak or undeserving?”

“That depends on the result. But usually, no,” Yan Qinglan answered. Only through effort and risk came any real reward.

“Exactly. Even if I’m tired now, what I’ll get in return is our lovely child. When I think about her, it doesn’t feel so difficult anymore,” Wen Huaxi said with calm assurance.

But that didn’t erase the guilt weighing on Yan Qinglan’s heart.

Whether or not she had marked Wen Huaxi, whether or not she was the reason Wen Huaxi was pregnant at this age, she still felt sorry.

After all, the child carried half her blood. And yet she couldn’t share half the suffering that came with carrying her.

“I still feel like I owe you.” Yan Qinglan had even considered whether there was a way to transfer the pain of childbirth to herself.

And now, no matter what she said, it all felt meaningless. There was nothing she could do to keep Wen Huaxi from going through this pain.

Of course, there was no such thing as a pain-transferring device. The only thing she could do was stay by Wen Huaxi’s side, hold her hand, and face it together.

“Sister Qing, I really don’t feel that bad. I don’t see this as suffering. I think of it like the risks and effort that come with taking on a job. And I have you by my side.”

Just like now, with their hands held tightly together, even the aches in her body didn’t feel so obvious.

Looking back, Wen Huaxi realized she had never truly seen this baby as something they were doing together.

From the very beginning, she always felt the baby was hers alone. In her past life, she had chosen to carry the child by herself, with no one else to rely on.

So now that Yan Qinglan was here, it was wonderful. She had companionship, the baby had extra love, financial security, and the promise of a better childhood.

But if she hadn’t been there, that would have been fine too. Wen Huaxi believed she could handle it on her own.

She didn’t fully understand Yan Qinglan’s overwhelming sense of guilt.

But she didn’t want her to be stuck in that mindset either.

“I just feel like I haven’t done enough,” Yan Qinglan said. At this point, she truly couldn’t understand why some families wanted a second child.

Did they not love their wives? Or did they simply never plan to carry the child themselves?

If she and Wen Huaxi ever decided to have another baby in the future, there was no way she would let Wen Huaxi carry it again.

“You’re basically my personal assistant now. How is that not enough?”

Lately, Yan Qinglan had taken on everything herself. She had even learned how to cook. She washed and dried Wen Huaxi’s hair, and despite her usual obsession with cleanliness, she had nearly taken over all the housework too.

Wen Huaxi thought for a moment, then pulled out her phone and opened a webpage.

“If you’re still feeling down, buy me this.”

She showed her a digital sketchpad, clearly meant for drawing design drafts.

“Alright.” Yan Qinglan sighed again and hugged her tighter.

“Xioaxi, this kind of guilt won’t just vanish. It can only fade over time. So don’t worry about me too much. I’ll adjust.”

“Fine. But Sister Qing, stop overthinking. It’s only three more months. It’ll pass before we know it. Our baby is adorable and full of life.” Wen Huaxi guided Yan Qinglan’s hand to her belly.

“Can I say I don’t like her?” Yan Qinglan whispered. Her movements were gentle, only because she didn’t want to hurt Wen Huaxi.

“No, you absolutely cannot. My daughter is going to grow up surrounded by love from both parents. Fix your attitude,” Wen Huaxi replied firmly, pushing her hand away.

Yan Qinglan reached out to hug her again, but Wen Huaxi refused to let her. She was left speechless.

That little rascal. If she hadn’t followed them into this life, Wen Huaxi wouldn’t have to suffer all this.

No wonder she felt resentment toward the baby.

Unfortunately, Wen Huaxi was the definition of a doting mother. The baby hadn’t even been born yet and she was already this spoiled. Once she was born and could interact, it would only get worse.

If their daughter was going to grow up with a balanced upbringing, it would be up to Yan Qinglan to make sure she wasn’t overly pampered.

Thinking about that, she made up her mind.

“I’ll love her because I love you. Is that acceptable?” There would still be proper discipline.

Wen Huaxi glanced sideways at her.

“I suppose that’s fine. Yan Qinglan, do you just not like kids?”

“They’re alright. I don’t have any strong feelings about them. It’s more like, if I have to have one, I’d rather it be my own.” She was speaking from the perspective of someone with responsibilities.

“I used to think my mom was the same way. Like she had me just because she was expected to. Someone had to take over the family business eventually.”

“I don’t think so. Your mom seems like she’s loved someone before. And your bloodline isn’t something a sperm donor could provide.”

Wen Huaxi didn’t judge other people’s views on parenthood.

But right now, Yan Qinglan was with her. And if she ever treated their child poorly, she would not hesitate to leave her.

If Yan Qinglan knew what Wen Huaxi was thinking, she would never again admit to disliking their little darling.

“That could be true. I think the person my mom loved was someone from the martial arts world. Maybe someone important. Maybe that legendary sacred item people talk about was found by him and given to her.”

Yan Qinglan started to fill in the story herself.

“But why would he give it to your mom if it was so valuable to the martial arts world?”

“Egg Tart, come here.” Wen Huaxi gently tapped the cage and called the kitten out.

This time she stayed on the soft blanket next to her, watching Puff curiously, but not making a sound.

“You have to be gentle with her. She’s younger and still in quarantine. No fighting.” Wen Huaxi whispered as if the kittens could really understand her.

Yan Qinglan sat nearby, watching the two tiny creatures slowly get used to the space. The warmth in the room was comforting. Soft lighting, cozy blankets, and her wife gently stroking a kitten—it all felt strangely complete.

She leaned back and relaxed a little. “Do you think the baby will like cats when she grows up?”

“She’d better. Or I’ll think she’s not mine.” Wen Huaxi glanced at her with a smirk, then turned back to the kittens. “With how cute they are, she’ll probably be glued to them.”

Yan Qinglan chuckled. “You’ll have to teach her to take care of them. Otherwise, I’ll have to clean up after three babies.”

“That’s fine. I’ll raise all of you.” Wen Huaxi sounded serious, but the corners of her mouth curled up.

“Even me?”

“Especially you.”

Yan Qinglan felt her heart soften again. She reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind Wen Huaxi’s ear. “Then I’ll try to be a good baby.”

They sat like that for a while, not saying much. Just the soft rustle of kittens moving and their quiet breathing filled the room.

Eventually, Wen Huaxi yawned. She held Egg Tart in one hand and looked at the time. “Let’s go to bed. The babies need rest, and so do I.”

“I’ll tuck them in first,” Yan Qinglan said, gently lifting Puff and returning her to the small nest inside the enclosure. Wen Huaxi did the same with Egg Tart, carefully placing her beside her sister and patting the blanket.

“Good night, little ones.”

Once the cats were settled, the two of them left the room. The door clicked softly behind them as they turned off the lights.

In the bedroom, Wen Huaxi climbed under the blankets with a sigh. Her belly was noticeably rounder now, and even lying down took a bit of effort.

Yan Qinglan helped her adjust the pillows, tucked the blanket around her, and kissed her forehead.

“Sleep well, Xioaxi.”

“You too, Sister Qing.”

They held hands under the covers. Warmth filled the space between them.

Yan Qinglan looked at the woman beside her, eyes closed, breathing steady, and felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She might not be able to take away all of Wen Huaxi’s discomfort, but she could walk with her through every step.

That was enough.

The little calico kitten was clearly more energetic and carefree. She didn’t show any caution around Wen Huaxi and bounced around the room without a care.

In just a few moments, she was already chasing the toys and ended up getting smacked in the face by an oversized toy ball.

“Looks like Egg Tart doesn’t really need your company,” Yan Qinglan said as she picked up the clumsy little kitten and gently placed her back on the sofa.

“I need her,” Wen Huaxi replied, holding the kitten close and rubbing her face against its fur.

“We got these cats to practice for when we’re raising our daughter. You should spend time with them too. Just think of it as a little rehearsal.”

Five minutes later, Wen Huaxi gave up. Egg Tart was too wild, and she quickly handed her back to Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan suddenly felt Wen Huaxi made a good point.

A baby would only be more energetic, less predictable, and full of surprises.

As she watched Egg Tart clamber over her and get ready to launch herself into the air, Yan Qinglan felt her new-parent anxiety spike all over again.

“Sister Qing, what if our baby turns out to be really naughty?” Yan Qinglan asked that night, still troubled by the thought.

“Then we go with it. Kids roughhousing, getting a few bumps and bruises along the way, it’s all normal. As long as she doesn’t hurt herself badly, I think it’s fine to just let her be,” Wen Huaxi said, pulling her close with a smile.

“Sister Qing, I think we really need to be prepared. My sister said I was wild when I was little. I even threw firecrackers into the boys’ bathroom.”

Yan Qinglan swallowed nervously. “You didn’t get hurt?”

“You’re always so worried about me. Of course not. I threw them and ran. But I still got a scolding when I got home.”

Wen Huaxi laughed as she recalled those memories.

Even though she hadn’t lived long in her hometown, she was grateful for the unstructured childhood her careless relatives had allowed. At least she had some fun memories.

“Our hometown was pretty rural. I used to climb trees, catch fish, and chase shrimp with my friends. Sometimes I’d get chased by geese for miles and then run straight into the village chief’s huge dog.”

Climbing trees could lead to a fall. Playing in rivers could be dangerous, with risks of getting swept away, bitten, or infected. Angry geese could injure her, and a big dog could be even worse, especially if it had rabies.

Yan Qinglan’s expression changed instantly. She looked tense, and even started to sweat.

Wen Huaxi leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. “Sister Qing, look at me. I was that naughty and still grew up just fine. Not a single scar. So don’t stress so much. Kids are tougher than we think. The best way is to let her grow naturally.”

“Besides, we live in a city. It’s not that dangerous. The worst she might do is fight with another kid at preschool over a toy or a snack.”

Seeing that Sister Qing still didn’t relax, Wen Huaxi pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Sister Qing, I think deep down, you really do love our baby already. Don’t you?”

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