Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 69

Yan Qinglan stared at the message for a couple of seconds, then opened her shopping app and typed in “washboard.”

When she saw listings with titles like “For Punishment Use,” she went completely silent.

When it came to making up with her wife, what else could she do but follow instructions?

So, two minutes later, her assistant received a new message. Forget the durian. Now it was time to find a washboard.

The moment the message arrived, everything clicked for the assistants.

Their boss had clearly angered her wife again.

While waiting for the washboard to arrive, Yan Qinglan held her phone, still wanting to say something more to Wen Huaxi.

Before she could type anything, another message popped up.

[Only One Treasure]: If you send anything irrelevant, I’ll block you. The video should only be five minutes long. Any longer won’t change anything, and I’m not coming home.

Yan Qinglan stared at the chat window, watching the “typing” indicator at the top. For the first time, she found that little notification absolutely infuriating.

She searched carefully, then sent over a pouty kitten sticker that Wen Huaxi had drawn herself.

A second later, she received a brand-new “beating” sticker in return.

It was a style she had never seen before, probably something Wen Huaxi had just finished drawing that very day.

Yan Qinglan gently touched the screen.

How could her kitten be so adorable, even when she was angry?

She couldn’t even blame herself for being too biased. She was just too in love.

About ten minutes later, the washboard arrived.

Her assistant had worked fast and, knowing better than to speak up, handed it over in complete silence.

Yan Qinglan took the washboard, found an empty space, set up the camera, and knelt down with her back straight.

It didn’t actually hurt that much. She had experienced far worse punishments when she was a child, especially during that year when she was mistakenly raised as someone else’s daughter.

And with her so-called ancient cultivation constitution, this level of pain really didn’t mean much.

But this video was for her angry wife. That changed everything. Yan Qinglan recorded several versions, then chose the one she thought had the best emotional effect and sent it over.

Afterward, she sat on the couch and waited for Wen Huaxi’s reply.

Beside her, their baby was sipping from her bottle, occasionally glancing at her.

Yan Qinglan warmed the milk again, but when she turned around, she saw a look of disdain on her infant daughter’s face.

“You can judge me all you want, but I’m still your mom.”

Yan Qinglan had long stopped treating her daughter as an ordinary baby. After all, the child had reincarnated with them and seemed to understand everything from birth.

As soon as she said that, Wen Qingxun’s expression turned even more sour.

Yan Qinglan reached out to pinch her cheek gently.

“Besides, making up with your mom is the right thing to do. There’s nothing embarrassing about it.”

Wen Qingxun burst into tears. Her face had been clean, and Yan Qinglan had touched her without washing her hands after handling the milk bottle. How could she treat her like this just because she couldn’t fight back?

As she cried, she even rolled her eyes at Yan Qinglan.

It wasn’t that she disapproved of Yan Qinglan trying to win back her mother.

She had heard what Wen Huaxi said. She also thought Yan Qinglan wasn’t good enough.

If she could talk, she definitely would have added fuel to the fire and encouraged her mom to leave even faster.

“When will you be able to talk?” Yan Qinglan had no idea what her daughter was babbling about. Seeing her cry again, she felt completely worn out and could only pick her up to soothe her.

Wen Qingxun really wanted to bite her.

She hadn’t even washed her hands before picking her up again. She was so uncomfortable but had no way to say it. So she just cried harder.

But she still didn’t have teeth, so biting was only wishful thinking.

“Wen Qingxun.” Yan Qinglan could no longer handle the stickiness on her hands and finally put her daughter down.

The moment she heard her full name, Wen Qingxun’s little body gave a slight shiver.

“Crying isn’t going to work on me.” Yan Qinglan reminded her, knowing full well that this baby understood more than she let on.

She got up to deal with her growing urge to clean.

After she returned from washing her hands, Wen Qingxun had finally quieted down. She was nursing on the bottle again, though her eyes still looked full of grievance.

As soon as she saw Yan Qinglan approach, she spat out the bottle with a dramatic wail and turned her face away.

“Fine. You have the worst temper in the house.”

Yan Qinglan took out a wet wipe and started cleaning her daughter’s face, not caring how she felt about it.

Only then did it dawn on her why Wen Qingxun had been crying.

So young, yet with such a fiery temper. Cleanliness issues, control freak tendencies, and the urge to bite people.

In Yan Qinglan’s eyes, this little princess had inherited the strangest parts of both her and Wen Huaxi’s personalities. There was definitely a long road ahead.

Wen Qingxun finally closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh.

She wanted a bath. Her whole body felt gross.

Yan Qinglan did indeed bathe her and got her cleaned up.

“So when exactly will you start talking?” she asked, having finished all the chores and still waiting for a reply from Wen Huaxi. She was left with no one else to talk to but her daughter.

Wen Qingxun shook her head and let out a few small sounds.

Her vocal cords weren’t fully developed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak, she physically couldn’t yet.

“Do you still remember our past life?” Yan Qinglan rubbed her daughter’s little head.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have asked. Go to sleep. You look tired.”

She realized how desperate she must have been, asking a baby who couldn’t even talk if she remembered their past lives.

Wen Qingxun’s tiny lips twitched.

Of course she remembered. In her past life, she had spent ten years drifting in the world as a soul, watching over Yan Qinglan.

She might have only been a ghost child for ten years, but mentally, she felt more like seven or eight years old. That was why she could understand adult conversations so well.

During those ten years, Yan Qinglan had lived in deep sorrow. She never forgot Wen Huaxi, and she never tried to be with anyone else.

Thinking about that now, maybe Yan Qinglan wasn’t that terrible after all.

Her mother’s taste in people might not have been completely wrong.

Two hours later, Wen Huaxi finished her design sketch for the day. She stretched, feeling sore, and finally picked up her phone.

To keep herself from getting soft-hearted or distracted by that rotten scoundrel Yan Qinglan, she had turned on focus mode.

Not a single message had gotten through in the past two hours.

It had been a long time since she had concentrated like that. Wen Huaxi was still not used to it.

She gave herself a small pep talk.

She had resisted temptation for an entire day. She was doing great.

When she opened WeChat, she saw that Yan Qinglan had only sent her one video. Nothing else.

Feeling even more triumphant, Wen Huaxi changed the name tag beside her contact from “1/60” to “1/65.”

She watched the five-minute video at triple speed, justifying it to herself as efficiency.

She wasn’t feeling sorry for Yan Qinglan. She just didn’t want to waste time checking the details.

But near the end, she noticed Yan Qinglan lift her head and mouth something to the camera.

Curious, Wen Huaxi slowed the video down and watched it again.

She saw Yan Qinglan’s red, swollen knees. Her bruised hands. The slight mist in her eyes.

And then, like a shattered porcelain doll, this beautiful woman softly spoke.

Silently, Yan Qinglan mouthed the words, “Huaxi, I’m sorry.”

Wen Huaxi’s heart suddenly tightened, as if something sharp had pierced straight through. She instinctively flung her phone aside.

She took a deep breath and kept reminding herself over and over.

She could not soften. She could not lower her guard. She absolutely could not forgive Yan Qinglan so easily.

Who knew how many tricks this woman still had up her sleeve?

She was already nine years older, and if you counted their previous life, she had nearly forty years of scheming experience.

Meanwhile, she was just a poor girl who had her heart stolen at a young age, only to be left heartbroken for four long years.

She needed to be even tougher on Yan Qinglan.

She had to make her too exhausted to keep pretending to be pitiful.

Clearly, five minutes of punishment was too little. Next time, maybe she would make it longer and let Wen Suixue review the footage.

Wen Huaxi finally calmed her breathing and picked up her phone again, only to realize her smart chair had accidentally triggered a video call.

When Yan Qinglan’s face suddenly appeared full-screen, Wen Huaxi couldn’t keep her composure. She let out a soft sob and immediately ended the call.

But Yan Qinglan didn’t give up and kept calling back.

Finally, on the twenty-fifth attempt, the call was answered.

“Huaxi,” Yan Qinglan said gently. She noticed Wen Huaxi hadn’t turned on her camera and looked a little disappointed.

If she had known those two seconds would be the only glimpse, she would have taken a screenshot earlier.

“I’m really happy that you called.”

Wen Huaxi covered the camera with her hand, trying to steady her voice and keep it from shaking.

She could see her own red cheeks and ears reflected on the screen. It was way too embarrassing. There was no way she would let Yan Qinglan see her like this.

“Who called you? I didn’t mean to. My hand slipped. I still haven’t dealt with you pretending to act all pitiful earlier.”

If her voice hadn’t been so soft, and if it didn’t tremble a little as she spoke, her cover might have held.

Yan Qinglan smiled with her eyes. She tried hard to suppress the joy on her face, afraid that Wen Huaxi might hang up again.

“Even if it was by accident, I’m still happy. Seeing you, hearing your voice, it makes me really happy.”

Her voice was soft and warm, like a breeze. It made Wen Huaxi’s heart flutter all over again.

“Was the punishment earlier good enough?” Yan Qinglan asked without giving her time to respond.

Wen Huaxi’s brain overheated. Her face turned visibly redder.

In the end, she threw her phone onto the bed and still remembered to hit the end button.

This was bad. The other side’s attack was way too strong. Her defenses were about to fall apart.

Wen Huaxi patted her cheeks, then grabbed a marker and walked over to an old wall calendar. She picked a spot and wrote a huge number “60.”

She had to stay mad for at least sixty days.

“Huaxi? What did you just throw? Are you still mad at that woman Yan?” Wen Suixue had been standing outside her door for a while.

The soundproofing in the room was good, so she hadn’t clearly heard what Wen Huaxi had been saying. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing there concerned like this, thinking her sister was still upset, instead of flirting with Yan Qinglan.

“No, it’s nothing!” With her sister interrupting, Wen Huaxi finally snapped out of her daze.

She picked up her phone again and hesitated about whether or not to answer Yan Qinglan’s latest attempt to call her.

Before she could decide, a different call came through.

Without a second thought, Wen Huaxi blocked Yan Qinglan’s number and answered the new call.

“Hello, Miss Wen. We’re calling from the production team of Falling for You. Is now a good time to talk?”

It was the dating show she had previously turned down.

Why were they calling her so late at night? Did they expect her to film in the middle of the night?

“You can go ahead,” she replied, though she was silently complaining in her head.

The staff member on the line quickly explained that they hoped she would reconsider joining the show. They described all the benefits, saying the program had guaranteed popularity, filming would only be on weekends, and they were willing to triple the original appearance fee.

Wen Huaxi did not give them a clear answer, but she added the producer on WeChat.

She wanted to see the current list of confirmed guests before making any decision.

It was a bit strange, honestly. She was just a regular person, not a public figure, with no major works or following. So why would they offer her such a high appearance fee and reach out personally? What were they after?

First, she ruled out the possibility that this had anything to do with Yan Qinglan.

It was already surprising that Yan Qinglan hadn’t rejected the offer on her behalf.

And if Yan Qinglan even dared to suggest she should go on a dating show…

Wen Huaxi let out a cold snort.

If that ever happened, she would definitely go, just to spite Yan Qinglan. She would chat with a few pretty women, get close to them, and make Yan Qinglan furious.

She opened her Weibo account, which she hadn’t touched in a while. That was when she noticed that the account she used to tag Qin Shuyue had suddenly gained a lot of likes, comments, and private messages.

It turned out Qin Shuyue had started promoting her movie.

Out of curiosity, Wen Huaxi browsed around and happened to see that a familiar name had gotten into a scandal. She was genuinely surprised.

It was the name of a male actor who had once used her for publicity in their previous life.

He had started as an idol and had built a fairly strong reputation around this time, with an extremely loyal fanbase.

Back then, he had clung to her persistently. It had taken Wen Huaxi a great deal of effort to clear her name, erase the rumors, and finally shut him down.

Could this be Yan Qinglan’s way of proving her loyalty after regaining her memories?

Was she really capable of acting that fast?

Wen Huaxi narrowed her eyes suspiciously and removed Yan Qinglan from her blocklist.

The moment she did, she received a video call request from Yan Qinglan.

Wen Huaxi hesitated. Her finger hovered over the red button to decline the call.

At that exact moment, a meme popped into her head.

Wen Qingxun: Yes, my mother died when I was still an embryo.

Wen Huaxi: I’m only 20 years old, how is my daughter already 10?

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