Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 70

Wen Huaxi hit the hang-up button. Just as she put down her phone, another video call came in. That was when she noticed that while she had been on the phone earlier, Yan Qinglan had already called her several times.

She didn’t hang up right away this time but instead typed a warning.

[Only One Treasure]: If you call me again, I’ll block you.

Yan Qinglan finally went quiet and cautiously replied with a message.

[Heartless Scumbag (1/65)]: Huaxi, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself earlier?

So she had been worried about her physical well-being.

Wen Huaxi replied with a simple “no,” then sent a screenshot of the trending search she found on Weibo to Yan Qinglan.

[Heartless Scumbag (1/65)]: Just being cautious.

As expected, it really had been Yan Qinglan’s doing.

Wen Huaxi rested her chin in her hand, feeling much better than she had earlier in the day.

At least Yan Qinglan now understood how to care about her and even took the initiative to do something for her.

Even if she hadn’t asked for it. Even if she didn’t need it.

Wen Huaxi still appreciated the effort.

She began to consider reducing Yan Qinglan’s “punishment” days.

Maybe going back to sixty wouldn’t be so bad, especially since Yan Qinglan had been behaving so well.

When she didn’t respond for a while, Yan Qinglan sent a photo of her holding Wen Qingxun.

[Heartless Scumbag (1/65)]: Huaxi, want to do a video call and see the baby? I just finished feeding her.

Looking at the picture of their baby sipping from her bottle, calm and adorable, Wen Huaxi couldn’t resist. Almost without thinking, she tapped to accept the video call.

As the call connected, Wen Huaxi swallowed nervously.

She definitely was not missing Yan Qinglan. She just wanted to see her baby.

“Huaxi,” Yan Qinglan greeted softly. As expected, the first thing Wen Huaxi saw was her face.

“Did you dry your hair properly? Did you use the essential oil? Does your sister’s place have a massage device?”

These were all things Yan Qinglan used to help Wen Huaxi with.

She didn’t say she missed her, but every sentence was filled with longing.

Just as Wen Huaxi was about to answer “no,” she suddenly realized she was being tricked.

“Not telling you. Don’t try to manipulate me. I won’t come home just because of a few sweet words.”

Wen Huaxi tapped her phone screen.

“Yan Qinglan, I’m warning you. You better hold yourself together. I’m going to stay mad at you for two full months. If you try to tempt me again, I’ll add more time.”

“Two months,” Yan Qinglan repeated to herself. That was at least sixty days.

She quietly calculated the days and couldn’t help feeling restless. She wanted to jump over Wen Suixue’s wall and bring Wen Huaxi back home right now.

“Does it really have to be that long?” She tried to keep her emotions under control, but her eyes still turned red.

Wen Huaxi was caught off guard by her reaction.

She quickly covered her phone screen with her hand. If she didn’t see it, she wouldn’t feel bad.

“What did you expect? You treated me terribly for four years. You can’t handle two months? I haven’t even asked you to pay me back for those four years.”

Yan Qinglan let out a quiet sigh.

“You’re right. I really did wrong you.”

Wen Huaxi fell silent.

Scenes of her sitting alone in their home, counting the days, waiting for Yan Qinglan to come back, flashed through her mind.

She steadied herself. That was the past. She wasn’t going to let it weigh her down again.

“Enough about that. I’m here to see my baby. Where is she?” She scolded Yan Qinglan and finally moved her hand away from the screen.

Yan Qinglan slowly turned her phone to show Wen Qingxun, who was lying there with her eyes closed.

“She’s asleep,” Yan Qinglan said, poking the baby’s cheek.

Sure enough, the little one had been pretending to sleep. As soon as Yan Qinglan poked her, she opened her round eyes, clearly full of resentment.

“Your mama wants to see you.”

Wen Huaxi chimed in at just the right time.

“Sweetheart, it’s mama.”

At that, Wen Qingxun stopped being upset. Her mouth curled into a smile, and she giggled.

Wen Huaxi’s heart melted at the sight.

Her daughter was so pretty, so sweet, and so well-behaved.

She couldn’t help but want to hold her, to cuddle her little one through the screen.

Then she remembered she had moved out of Yan Qinglan’s place. The baby wasn’t with her anymore.

Yan Qinglan was still talking, describing her daughter’s earlier tantrum.

“Our daughter definitely takes after the both of us. Just now I touched her face without washing my hands, and she screamed like crazy and tried to bite me.”

“Serves you right. What happened to your own obsession with cleanliness?” Wen Huaxi snapped. Even she had almost developed a bit of OCD from living with Yan Qinglan.

How could she touch their soft little baby without washing her hands?

“I’m getting better,” Yan Qinglan admitted. Thanks to Wen Huaxi and their daughter, even her compulsive tendencies were healing.

“Be careful. She doesn’t like anything dirty. Don’t use your filthy hands on my clean little baby.” Wen Huaxi looked at her with disgust.

“I only touched the milk bottle. But you’re right. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Even her competitive streak was being worn down by Wen Huaxi’s sharp tongue.

“Huaxi. Our baby is so cute. How about coming back tomorrow? We could sleep in separate rooms.” She offered the idea slowly and gently.

She was testing the waters.

“You’re doing it again. Trying to tempt me. No way. Not happening. Tomorrow I’m bringing the baby to Suixue’s house. I won’t live with you for the next two months.”

Wen Huaxi almost gave in.

She had nearly said yes. Just one second slower in biting her tongue, and she would have agreed.

“Yan Qinglan, if you tempt me and I cave in, then you’re taking my surname.” Wen Huaxi was furious and embarrassed, baring her teeth like she wanted to bite.

She had already opened her mouth before remembering that Yan Qinglan wasn’t beside her. She couldn’t bite her, so she made a mental note to add it to Yan Qinglan’s list of offenses.

“I don’t mind. Wen Qinglan sounds pretty nice.” Yan Qinglan didn’t object.

“I was joking,” Wen Huaxi muttered, a little flustered. Her mother was still around, after all. She was only throwing a small tantrum.

There was no sound from Yan Qinglan’s side. The camera was still focused on Wen Qingxun, and for a moment, Wen Huaxi felt a bit awkward.

She touched her flushed ears and, as if trying to smooth things over, asked softly, “Yan Qinglan, are your knees okay?”

“They’re fine. I already applied some medicine,” Yan Qinglan said, looking down at her red, swollen knees thoughtfully.

“It makes me really happy that you care.”

She started to wonder if maybe she should use this wounded image a little more. Maybe Wen Huaxi would feel sorry for her and come back early.

“I’m not worried about you,” Wen Huaxi snapped, though her voice was much softer. “But knees are important. You can’t let them get seriously hurt.”

“Mm, I know,” Yan Qinglan said softly as she patted her knee, making it look even more pitiful.

“…I am hanging up!” Wen Huaxi couldn’t handle the gentleness in her voice any longer.

Right before she could hang up, Yan Qinglan subtly lowered the camera just enough to show her swollen, red knee. “Don’t forget to come pick up the baby tomorrow.”

The call was ended instantly.

Yan Qinglan looked at the chat interface and saw “the other person is typing” pop up. She smiled faintly.

Wen Huaxi debated for five whole minutes about whether she should check on Yan Qinglan’s injury. That swollen knee from earlier really did look painful.

Even a small scratch on Yan Qinglan used to make Wen Huaxi worry for days. Back then, she would even apply medicine for her by hand. Yan Qinglan had always been careless about herself, living roughly, barely tending to her own injuries. If Wen Huaxi didn’t step in to take care of her, the woman might genuinely let a wound get infected.

After all her mental struggle, Wen Huaxi finally ordered some ointment online. She planned to bring it with her when she picked up Wen Qingxun the next day.

But it still puzzled her. It was just five minutes of kneeling on a washboard. How did her knees end up that bad?

Maybe she bumped into something when she wasn’t paying attention?

She was so infuriating. How could she make her this angry and still make her worry at the same time?

Wen Huaxi took a deep breath, quickly wrapped up her work and study tasks, turned off her phone, pulled the blanket over her head, and tried to sleep.

Half an hour later, she was still wide awake, staring at the ceiling with frustrated eyes.

Without Yan Qinglan beside her, she was experiencing full-blown insomnia.

Thinking back, they had shared the same bed for more than half a year. She had already gotten used to reaching out to find that warm presence the moment she lay down.

She missed hugging her, kissing her, lying in her arms whispering silly thoughts and hearing Yan Qinglan’s lazy, indulgent replies.

There was no doubt about it. Wen Huaxi really liked her. She liked her very, very much.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the big red circle on the calendar around the number “60,” marked with an exclamation point. Her romantic thoughts evaporated.

Come on, Wen Huaxi. Hold on. Persistence is victory.

As for the dating show, Wen Huaxi was still considering it.

It was midterm season in college. She no longer had the habit of studying in the library, so she brought her textbooks and notes back to her sister Wen Suixue’s home and spent most of her time studying there.

Around five in the afternoon, when she felt like she had studied enough, she closed her books and called the driver Yan Qinglan had assigned to her.

She wanted to sneak into the house and bring her baby out while Yan Qinglan wasn’t around.

She crept up to the front door like a thief, took out her key, and carefully began to unlock it.

The driver, Xiao Liu, standing beside her, silently wondered if he should report Wen Huaxi’s movements to Yan Qinglan.

Just as Wen Huaxi unlocked the door, Yan Qinglan looked up from her tablet. She had been sitting on the couch facing the entrance, reviewing emails. When she saw Wen Huaxi walk in, her eyes showed clear surprise.

Wen Huaxi cleared her throat, straightened her back, and tried to pretend that the sneaky person from a second ago was not her at all.

“I’m just here to pick up my daughter,” she said, keeping her eyes closed, afraid that even a single glance at Yan Qinglan might suck away her soul.

“This time of day? Have you eaten dinner?” Yan Qinglan didn’t stop her.

She stood up and naturally took the items from Wen Huaxi’s hands, gently guiding her into the house.

“No,” Wen Huaxi replied honestly. She had even forgotten to eat lunch. It wasn’t until Yan Qinglan asked that she realized she was a little hungry.

“Then eat something before you go. Don’t skip meals just because I wasn’t with you.” Yan Qinglan saw through her immediately.

“I did eat. I had breakfast!” Wen Huaxi tried to argue.

Yan Qinglan gave her a helpless glance.

“Come on, it’s just dinner. I won’t stop you from staying mad at me. Even Dandan has been missing you. Today she kept rubbing her head all over your coat.”

Wen Huaxi rolled her eyes. “And who was it yesterday who wouldn’t let me take Dandan with me?”

“If you take them, they’ll miss me too,” Yan Qinglan shamelessly replied.

“Puffs doesn’t miss you at all. She’s been having the time of her life playing with my sister.” Wen Huaxi threw in a jab and finally felt a bit better.

As they sat down at the dinner table, Wen Huaxi finally noticed the dark circles under Yan Qinglan’s eyes.

“You didn’t stay up all night, did you? Yan Qinglan, I’m not falling for this. Don’t think you can get me to come back by making yourself sick. I’ll only add more time to your punishment!”

She said this sternly, but still leaned closer and slipped the ointment she bought into Yan Qinglan’s pocket.

Then, with a fierce glare, she warned, “Close your eyes. Don’t move.”

Yan Qinglan obediently shut her eyes, the corners of her mouth curving into a quiet smile.

Moments later, she felt a warm touch on her forehead. When she opened her eyes slightly, she saw Wen Huaxi checking her temperature with concern.

Yan Qinglan blinked. Her lashes brushed Wen Huaxi’s wrist, making her hand instinctively jump away.

Yan Qinglan gently caught her by the wrist.

“I couldn’t sleep last night. You weren’t there.” She leaned in. Their noses almost touched, and their breaths mingled in the tiny space between them.

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