Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 68

Yan Qinglan looked at the porcelain cup that had cracked from being slammed and instinctively shrank back a little.

“I do like you. I liked you in our past life too. I just didn’t realize back then that what I was feeling was love. When you brought up divorce, I actually wanted to refuse.”

She paused to choose her words carefully, but when she saw Wen Huaxi about to mock her, she quickly continued.

“I just hadn’t figured out why I didn’t want to divorce you. Even in this life, when I first realized I had feelings for you, I didn’t immediately admit it or act on it.”

As she spoke, Yan Qinglan stood up, took away the cracked cup, and replaced it with a new one filled with water.

“Huaxi, you know me. I’ve always been emotionally slow and a bit distant. My family has a history of being single all their lives, so I never had a good reference for relationships. In our past life, when you brought up divorce, I kept putting it off. Every time we were together, it was because I didn’t want to sign the divorce papers, but I never figured out what to say to you either.”

“But you still signed them,” Wen Huaxi replied coldly.

Just because Yan Qinglan was emotionally dense didn’t mean she deserved to be hurt by her actions. That wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t,” Yan Qinglan said seriously. “The day your accident happened, I finally figured it out. I didn’t want a divorce. I wanted us to try. I was in a meeting at work when I got the news that something had happened to you. I didn’t even finish the meeting. I rushed to find you. It’s just that…”

“You’re not going to tell me there’s surveillance footage proving all this, are you?” Wen Huaxi crossed her arms, tapping her fingers rhythmically.

That was all from their past life. There was no surveillance footage from back then. Besides, Yan Qinglan didn’t need to lie about something like this. If she wanted to avoid responsibility, she could have denied everything Wen Huaxi had just listed earlier.

But Wen Huaxi still didn’t want to believe her completely.

They had had so many chances over the course of a month. Yet Yan Qinglan had never once shown any sign of not wanting the divorce.

And that excuse about dragging things out just to avoid divorce, while still sleeping together, only made Wen Huaxi silently label her as a polished fraud.

Thinking of their daughter made her expression even colder.

Back then, Wen Huaxi had been so in love that if Yan Qinglan had just said the word, she definitely would have gone back to her. She had always been soft-hearted and hopelessly in love. The problem was, she loved the wrong person too much.

It wasn’t her fault.

But by the time she was hurt, by the time she was already reborn, that was when Yan Qinglan came to her, saying she liked her, saying she regretted everything, saying it had been a missed opportunity.

Maybe that was understandable from a logical perspective. But emotionally, it was impossible to accept.

“There’s no surveillance, that’s true. But Huaxi, if I had really planned to sign divorce papers, we wouldn’t have done it in private. There would have been lawyers and assistants present. Signing something that official wouldn’t have just involved the two of us. Even when we signed our marriage agreement, my secretary was there. Do you remember that?” Yan Qinglan frowned slightly as she spoke.

She knew Wen Huaxi had no reason to lie to her.

So who was the person that signed the divorce papers with Wen Huaxi?

Wen Huaxi’s movements paused for a second.

She remembered that day clearly. Just like always, she had gone to their home with the divorce agreement in hand. To her surprise, Yan Qinglan hadn’t stopped her. After confirming several times that Wen Huaxi had made up her mind, she signed it cleanly and without hesitation.

There had been no one else in the room.

“You were still willing to divorce me?” Wen Huaxi narrowed her eyes.

“I wasn’t,” Yan Qinglan replied as she moved slightly closer. “I didn’t want to in the past, I don’t want to now, and even in another life, I still wouldn’t want to.”

“As long as you still want me, I’ll always be here.” Yan Qinglan reached out, trying to hold Wen Huaxi’s hand, clearly pushing her luck.

Wen Huaxi slapped her hand away. “You really take advantage the moment you’re given a little kindness. And don’t forget, this isn’t the only thing you’ve done wrong. I’m still going to my sister’s tonight.”

Yan Qinglan stayed quiet for a few seconds, as if trying to come up with a new plan.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of something golden, and her eyes lit up.

“Then how about playing with Egg Tart and Puff for a bit? The cook is already preparing dinner. She’s making all your favorite dishes. There’s still time to eat before you go.”

Her intentions couldn’t be clearer.

But even when taken individually, every suggestion was difficult for Wen Huaxi to reject.

She could only glare at Yan Qinglan, eyes full of warning, then kicked her lightly toward the other sofa.

Yan Qinglan obediently sat down, picked up the two cats, and placed them gently into Wen Huaxi’s arms. She didn’t make any more moves after that.

At the very least, she confirmed one thing. Wen Huaxi wasn’t angry to the point of wanting a real divorce. She didn’t want to leave her.

She just needed time to cool off. That was the best thing that had happened all day.

After cuddling the cats for a while, Wen Huaxi put them down and went to check on their daughter again.

By the time dinner was ready and they sat down at the table, Wen Huaxi was finally calm enough to talk properly about the fake divorce signing.

“I didn’t just let her sign because she said she was you. I observed her carefully. That person had your exact appearance, your habits, your handwriting, even your speech patterns.”

That was why Wen Huaxi had never once suspected anything until now.

“And she showed up in our home.”

“It’s definitely strange,” Yan Qinglan said. Whoever did that had clearly tried to sabotage their relationship.

If it hadn’t been for that fake divorce, she believed she might have convinced Wen Huaxi to stay today.

“But the housekeeper also has a copy of the keys. Appearance can be faked. Speech and habits can be learned. She didn’t need to spend long with you. As long as she could fool you for those few minutes during the signing, that was enough.”

Given more time, Wen Huaxi would definitely have realized something was wrong.

After all, she did know her very well.

Yan Qinglan gave herself a bit of credit in her mind and smiled quietly to herself.

“But who would go to such lengths just to pretend to be you and sign a divorce? If someone could imitate you that well, why not go to your company and fake a few billion-dollar deals to ruin you?” Wen Huaxi gave her a suspicious look.

“Yan Qinglan, are you sure your memories aren’t scrambled? Are you remembering things wrong?”

“Of course not. At least, everything about our four years together is completely intact,” Yan Qinglan answered. But even she couldn’t figure out what the impersonator’s real goal had been.

“Could it really be that someone just hated me so much they wanted me to leave you, just so they could have you for themselves?” Wen Huaxi said. As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a flicker of familiarity.

She froze, and the spoon dropped onto the dining table.

“Yan Qinglan, don’t you think that description sounds a lot like someone we both know?”

Yan Qinglan hadn’t even had the chance to explain that no one around her was that obsessed with her. But the moment Wen Huaxi asked the question, a chill ran down her spine. She immediately grabbed Wen Huaxi’s hand.

“I only have you. There’s no one else. Even if someone does have a crush on me, they wouldn’t dare go that far.”

Wen Huaxi quickly pulled her hand back again.

She was afraid that if she let Yan Qinglan touch her too much, she would end up forgiving her on the spot.

She was still determined to give her at least two full months of cold treatment.

Sixty days. She was counting. If she forgave her even one day early, it would mean Yan Qinglan had successfully seduced her.

“Of course someone like that exists. Meng Qingzhou.” Wen Huaxi rolled her eyes.

“She wanted to marry you, not because she liked you, but for other reasons. And after I was reborn, I kept thinking about my car accident. One of the first people I suspected was Meng Qingzhou.”

As she spoke, Wen Huaxi started bringing up old grudges, and her anger returned.

“Think about it. You went to the hotel with her to catch me. What was going through your mind back then?”

Wen Huaxi grabbed Yan Qinglan’s ear and pinched it until it turned red. Still not satisfied, she stopped herself from biting her because it felt too intimate. So instead, she sat in her seat, clenching her teeth with frustration.

“You can pull on this,” Yan Qinglan said, offering her arm instead.

Wen Huaxi didn’t hesitate and gave it a firm tug, showing no mercy.

Yan Qinglan gritted her teeth and endured the pain without a sound.

“Back then, I thought I was paying too much attention to you. I felt like it wasn’t healthy. I wanted to distract myself a little.” She winced. “Huaxi, if you pull any harder, I’ll need to go back to the hospital for stitches.”

“You still have the nerve to talk.” Wen Huaxi let go, pouted, then reached out and pinched Yan Qinglan’s cheek. She was still angry but couldn’t bring herself to keep hurting her.

“I’m sorry. I swear nothing like that will ever happen again.” Yan Qinglan saw that Wen Huaxi’s eyes were starting to turn red, and her heart ached.

Sure enough, a moment later, Wen Huaxi began to sob. She quickly covered her face, embarrassed, and didn’t want Yan Qinglan to come near her.

“Huaxi, I really messed up. I was awful to you. I hurt you so much.”

Yan Qinglan could no longer hold back. She moved closer, wrapped her arms around Wen Huaxi, and gently patted her back to soothe her.

“You really are the worst. Why are you hugging me? I haven’t forgiven you,” Wen Huaxi said while still crying.

Even though she used to think she didn’t love Yan Qinglan anymore, remembering the lack of trust and care from before still brought her unbearable pain.

And now, seeing Yan Qinglan so humble and apologetic only made her emotions harder to control.

Why hadn’t she done this sooner?

Wen Huaxi bit Yan Qinglan on the neck and didn’t say a word as tears streamed down her face.

“I feel terrible for you. I know you haven’t forgiven me, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to comfort you,” Yan Qinglan whispered softly as she lowered her head.

Even though it felt like her neck had just been bitten by a vampire, she didn’t loosen her hold.

Wen Huaxi cried quietly in her arms.

When she finally calmed down, she pushed Yan Qinglan away.

She reminded herself she needed to act like someone cold and detached. She had no intention of letting Yan Qinglan hold onto her any longer.

“I’m leaving. I don’t want to deal with you anymore. Go kneel on a durian. I want a video.” Wen Huaxi gathered her things and took Puff the cat with her.

Yan Qinglan walked her out to Wen Sui Xue’s car and didn’t try to stop her.

She had already used the excuse that Egg Tart was shy with strangers to stop Wen Huaxi from taking both cats. There wasn’t much else she could do for now.

It would take time. But at least now she could talk to Wen Huaxi. She had a chance to make things right and love her properly.

After going back inside, Yan Qinglan searched for nearby fruit stores and called her assistant.

The assistant who received the task to buy a durian was completely confused. It was still spring. Had their boss lost her mind?

Where were they supposed to find a durian this time of year? And it had to be tonight?

As they complained about how their boss had clearly gone crazy from falling in love, they still ran around doing their best to find one.

Two hours later, Yan Qinglan opened her chat with Wen Huaxi.

[Cosmic-Level Heartless Scumbag (1/60)]: I couldn’t find a durian.

Wen Huaxi had just finished her shower. She was still not used to drying her own hair.

When she picked up her phone and saw the message, she suddenly realized something.

Even after everything, she hadn’t blocked Yan Qinglan’s contact.

That realization made her feel weak. And being weak made her furious.

Fuming, she started typing angrily on her phone. Puff, who happened to be walking by, froze when she saw her expression and immediately darted away.

Yan Qinglan stared at the screen, watching the “typing” notification for five whole minutes.

Finally, a message popped up.

[Only One Treasure]: Can’t you think for yourself? If there’s no durian, don’t tell me you can’t even get a washboard?

The tone was fierce, like a true little villain.

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