Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 61

“She hasn’t been born yet, so there’s nothing to talk about.”
Whatever little affection Yan Qinglan had, she had already given it to Wen Huaxi. There was no one else in her heart to share it with right now.

“Still, she is my child. I have to take responsibility.”

After thinking it through, Yan Qinglan realized what she felt for the unborn baby was more about responsibility than emotional attachment.

“Once she’s born, you can spend more time with her. She’s your daughter. How could you not love your own child?” Wen Huaxi watched Yan Qinglan’s expression and felt reassured.

Her Sister Qing could be a bit stubborn sometimes.

She worried about the baby more than Wen Huaxi did, even though she claimed it was just out of a sense of duty.

Wen Huaxi gently touched her belly and thought of the obedient child she had seen in her dreams. Her mood gradually lifted.

She had never experienced the love of her parents. Since childhood, only her older sister had looked after her.

Her sister had to juggle school and work and didn’t have much time to spend with her.

Wen Huaxi was determined to give her baby the kind of love and security she had never received.

That year, Lunar New Year came late, in mid-February. With more than a month left until her due date, Yan Qinglan had not planned on taking Wen Huaxi back to the Yan family home.

The Yan family was complicated and full of hidden dangers. Yan Qinglan couldn’t be sure that someone wouldn’t target Wen Huaxi in order to challenge her position.

If Yan Mingzhu wanted a family reunion, she could come to their home instead.

They had already discussed the New Year’s Eve dinner menu with Wen Suixue.

But before Yan Qinglan had the chance to explain everything, Wen Huaxi had already started packing for a trip to the Yan family estate.

“We’re not going back? But I got a message from Mom,” Wen Huaxi said as she watched Yan Qinglan unpack her things one by one. Yan Qinglan also picked up their kitten, Egg Tart, who had somehow wandered into the room, and gently set her outside.

“Be gentle with her. She’s only five months old. She’s still a baby,” Wen Huaxi caught the calico kitten and heard a soft meow.

“Cats are very balanced. Throwing her out won’t hurt her,” Yan Qinglan said, still unpacking.

“I told Mom that we wouldn’t be going back this year. I asked her to come over for lunch on the first or second day instead.”

Then something occurred to Yan Qinglan. She paused and looked at Wen Huaxi.

“You said she sent you a message?”

Wen Huaxi held up her phone and showed her the screen.

“Look.”

The message was indeed from Yan Mingzhu’s account. It invited both of them to come home for a family reunion. The tone and style closely matched Yan Mingzhu’s usual way of speaking.

But something about it didn’t feel right.

“Mom knows the baby is already eight months along. You’re not very mobile now. We haven’t even announced your pregnancy to the rest of the Yan family. If we suddenly show up, someone might take advantage of the situation,” Yan Qinglan pulled Wen Huaxi into her arms, her expression tense.

“But it really was Mom who sent it,” Wen Huaxi said. She didn’t think she was struggling with mobility.

She still went for walks every day and did light exercises to stay healthy.

The old family home was only a short drive away. There didn’t seem to be any reason not to go.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes turned slightly cold as a possibility crossed her mind.

“Maybe not. Just because the account looks like hers doesn’t mean it actually is her using it.”

“You mean someone used Mom’s phone to lure me over?” Wen Huaxi suddenly felt nervous.

“It’s hard to say. It could also be one of the younger family members playing a prank. Don’t worry. We’ll stay home this year. Your sister is coming over soon too.” Yan Qinglan didn’t want to frighten her, so she kept her deeper suspicions to herself.

Wen Huaxi sat down to play with the cats.

Only then did Yan Qinglan clench her palm tightly.

The restriction placed inside Yan Mingzhu’s body might be affecting her behavior.

If she experienced splitting headaches or even fainted whenever she tried to speak the truth, then could someone also control her actions?

Like how she had once accepted Yan Qingqing, who had suddenly appeared and was claimed to be an illegitimate child.

Compared to that, sending a text message seemed like nothing at all.

If her suspicion was correct, then Gu Lian must have discovered something.

Would this New Year’s family dinner be the moment when Gu Lian, who had been missing for over half a year, finally reappeared?

Yan Qinglan thought for a moment, then stepped onto the balcony and called her cousin Yan Yunlan.

She also contacted the people she had stationed by Yan Mingzhu’s side.

If Gu Lian really did show up, it might not be possible to contact her directly.

But during a reunion like this, she could still speak with Yan Yunlan.

“Yan Aunty isn’t coming?” Over half an hour later, Wen Suixue arrived. She saw her younger sister playing with the cats in the living room and Yan Qinglan on the balcony making a phone call. She raised an eyebrow.

“They’re hosting a banquet at her place. We were originally planning to go.”

Wen Huaxi let go of Egg Tart, who darted away and jumped up to cuddle next to Puff, who was lying lazily on the cat tree.

Puff stretched out and made room for her.

After just a month and a half of owning cats, the cat room had basically become decoration.

Wen Huaxi adored the two little ones so much that even Yan Qinglan got jealous. She would carry them everywhere and couldn’t bear to put them down.

Eventually, Yan Qinglan had to sit her down for a serious talk before she finally stopped holding them all day.

“Being in a wealthy family is always full of trouble. Stop thinking about it. There are too many people over there. If even one of them has bad intentions, you and the baby could be in danger,” Wen Suixue said, trying to caution her.

“I know, I know. Sis, do you want to feel the baby kick?” Wen Huaxi offered sincerely.

“Every afternoon around this time, I always feel her moving. I wonder what she’s doing in there.”

Wen Suixue placed her hand on the belly and felt movement just as expected.

Yan Qinglan came back in from the balcony and saw her sister-in-law feeling the baby bump.

She couldn’t show her jealousy too openly. Yan Qinglan walked over, sat beside Wen Huaxi, interlocked their fingers, and subtly edged Wen Suixue aside.

“You’re so stingy. She’s my niece,” Wen Suixue said, pointing at Wen Huaxi’s belly and giving Yan Qinglan a glare.

Yan Qinglan didn’t respond.

Wen Suixue had nowhere to vent her frustration, so she gave up and went to get the New Year gift she had prepared for her sister.

“The trophy from that competition was finally made and delivered. First prize. My sister really is impressive.”

Through that event, Wen Suixue had expanded her network and was slowly building her brand name.

The jewelry designed by Wen Huaxi, including that piece of jade, was still being polished. But the clothing designed by Du Jiayan had already hit the shelves, and nearly sold out instantly.

There was another major fashion show scheduled for mid-year, one of the top events in the industry. That was Wen Yuyi Xiang’s next goal.

“Of course. What else do you expect from me? A quick sketch and it wins first prize,” Wen Huaxi said proudly as she took the trophy. An invisible tail seemed to wag behind her with joy.

That “quick sketch” had actually been revised fifteen times, but Yan Qinglan didn’t say a word. She picked up the camera at her wife’s request and started taking pictures. As long as Wen Huaxi was happy, she was content.

After taking the photos, Yan Qinglan placed the trophy into the new display cabinet they had just bought. Inside, she found a calico cat curled up.

“Egg Tart, out.”

How had their cat ended up being just as mischievous as Wen Huaxi?

The cabinet had only been open for two seconds before the cat jumped in.

Egg Tart meowed several times in protest.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Yan Qinglan said coldly.

Egg Tart went silent and obediently jumped out.

Wen Suixue watched the whole scene with amazement.

“If my niece ends up with a personality like yours, it’ll be your wife who has to keep her in check,” she said with a sigh. Wen Suixue had never been able to control Wen Huaxi anyway.

Her own life had been busy. Being able to give her sister food, clothes, and make sure she wasn’t being bullied was already the best she could do.

As for Wen Huaxi constantly fighting and pulling hair in school, that was beyond her reach.

Even when teachers asked to meet the parents, she never scolded Wen Huaxi for it.

It wasn’t until Wen Huaxi was in eighth grade that the behavior started to change.

Then, during her first year of high school, something nearly happened with a terrible person. After that, Wen Huaxi finally settled down and began focusing on her studies.

If Wen Suixue ever found out that the reason Wen Huaxi calmed down was because of Yan Qinglan, she would probably call Du Jiayan and spend two hours yelling about it.

“Actually, it works out. I’ll just focus on bonding with our daughter. She can come to me with all her little secrets. Sister Qing can be the one to discipline her. See, clear division of labor,” Wen Huaxi said cheerfully, clearly pleased with her plan.

She had grown up mostly left to herself, so in her mind, raising a child meant giving them love, attention, and material comfort. There was no need to worry too much about anything else.

In a way, she and Yan Qinglan complemented each other. Where one lacked, the other made up for it.

“By the way, sis. After the New Year, you’ll be twenty-seven. Did you meet anyone you like last year?”

Only then did Wen Huaxi remember that she had warned Wen Suixue during the summer to stay away from someone who, in her past life, had treated her like a substitute. Since then, Wen Suixue hadn’t brought it up, and Wen Huaxi had completely forgotten about it.

“Work has been so busy. Who has time for romance? Besides, I’ll be helping you with the baby, and working with Du Jiayan to grow our company. I’ll think about it later.”

It seemed that the toxic relationship from her past life had been completely avoided, thanks to Wen Huaxi’s interference, like a butterfly flapping its wings and changing fate.

“Wait, sis, are you and Du Jiayan really close?” Wen Huaxi looked thoughtful. Something about this development felt a little off.

“We’re just business partners. You’re always thinking about love, but that doesn’t mean everyone else is too,” Wen Suixue rolled her eyes at her sister’s gossiping expression.

She had conveniently forgotten who, in a past life, had willingly stayed with someone who treated her like a replacement, clinging to a painful, dramatic relationship.

And now she had the nerve to call her a hopeless romantic.

At least in this life, Yan Qinglan genuinely loved her.

Yan Qinglan came back to the table just in time to hear that last part.

She leaned close to Wen Huaxi.

“I’m a hopeless romantic. So is Huaxi. That’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

Wen Huaxi blushed a little, but her joy was obvious. Her eyes lit up the moment Yan Qinglan moved closer.

Wen Suixue looked away. Being the only single person in the room, she couldn’t stand watching this couple act so sweet together.

There were only three of them for dinner, so the New Year’s Eve meal was kept simple.

After eating, they all curled up on the couch to watch the Spring Festival Gala, chatting from time to time.

At midnight, fireworks lit up the sky right on schedule. Wen Huaxi pulled Yan Qinglan to the window to watch.

During the show, Yan Qinglan’s phone started ringing. She didn’t think much of it and set it to silent.

“Who’s trying to talk about work on New Year’s Eve?” Wen Huaxi said with a click of her tongue, seeing her wife’s phone screen still glowing.

“It’s probably about the new project. Things have been hectic. I gave everyone time off for the holidays, though,” Yan Qinglan replied casually, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

She opened her phone, and just as she expected, there was a message from Yan Yunlan.

Attached was a photo.

In it, a woman wrapped in a veil with only her eyes visible—clearly Gu Lian—was knocking on Yan Mingzhu’s door.

Yan Qinglan’s hand tightened around her phone, her heart sinking.

As she feared, neither the first nor the second day of the new year brought Yan Mingzhu to their home for dinner.

Yan Qinglan was not sure whether this was a trap.

If she went to find Yan Mingzhu and Gu Lian used that chance to harm Huaxi, what would she do?

But if she didn’t go, and something really happened to Yan Mingzhu, how could she live with that?

This wasn’t something she could let Wen Huaxi get involved in. It would only disturb her peace of mind.

After thinking it through again and again, Yan Qinglan finally decided to meet with Meng Qingzhou.

“Who are you having dinner with, Sister Qing? Can’t I come with you?” Wen Huaxi leaned closely against her.

They had been spending nearly every moment together lately. Now that they suddenly had to be apart for a few hours, she was already feeling uncomfortable.

“This person drinks a lot. It wouldn’t be convenient,” Yan Qinglan said gently, brushing a hand through Wen Huaxi’s hair.

“I don’t want to lie to you. So Huaxi, is it alright if I don’t tell you for now?”

“If it’s only temporary, then why mention it at all?” Wen Huaxi grew more alert. If Yan Qinglan truly didn’t want to say anything, she could have kept quiet. The way she phrased it only made her suspicious, and her brows furrowed slightly.

“Because I want to be honest with you. I will be quick. I’ll try to be back within an hour,” Yan Qinglan said softly. She even called the bodyguards and house staff to come back and stay with Wen Huaxi while she was away.

Wen Huaxi watched her leave, feeling more uneasy with every passing second.

About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Wen Huaxi placed a hand over her heart, trying to steady her breathing. She turned on the security monitor at the door.

Yan Mingzhu was standing outside.

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