Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 74

Yan Qinglan was thrown outside, and Wen Huaxi slammed the door shut without hesitation.

Looking at her equipment that was still lying on the ground, Yan Qinglan didn’t think much. She simply curled up on the spot, silently showing her sincerity.

Wen Suixue saw her little sister throw someone out again in less than two minutes and then go alone into the nursery. With her hands on her hips, she looked at Wen Huaxi with a helpless expression.

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll really sit outside all night?” Wen Suixue actually felt a little sorry for Yan Qinglan.

“Let her. It’s not like I can see her,” Wen Huaxi said lightly and walked straight toward her daughter.

“Either way, I need to give her the cold shoulder for at least a month.” Just before picking up Wen Qingxun, Wen Huaxi seemed to remember something and raised her hand to swear it to her sister.

Well, that was already a downgrade. It had been two months before, and now, in just a few days, it became one month.

Wen Suixue shrugged. Yan Qinglan did not need her sympathy. That woman knew exactly what she was doing.

Wen Huaxi felt no guilt. She stayed in her room to study, contact the production team, and sketch design drafts. She did not spare a single thought for Yan Qinglan.

Wen Suixue checked the security camera at the front door several times. She wanted to say something but held back. In the end, she simply went to bed early.

Better not to get involved in the emotional tug-of-war between the couple.

But the closer it got to bedtime, the more uneasy Wen Huaxi felt.

The whole house had fallen asleep. Even the two cats had calmed down and stopped playing.

As the world grew quiet, Wen Huaxi couldn’t help but think of the pitiful woman she had left outside.

What if Yan Qinglan got sick from being out there?

What if something dangerous happened and someone hurt her?

What if something worse?

Countless terrible possibilities ran through Wen Huaxi’s mind. She swallowed hard.

But that woman had broken the rules multiple times that afternoon, trying to get close to her. Wen Huaxi felt she didn’t deserve to be comforted yet.

Besides, if Yan Qinglan had just left, wouldn’t that have ended things? Why insist on staying to show “sincerity”?

Wen Huaxi slapped her cheeks gently.

She told herself she was just going to check that Yan Qinglan was safe. Nothing more.

She stood up and walked to the door with determination.

She hoped Yan Qinglan would be gone. That way, she could stay angry and extend the cold war without guilt.

But she knew Yan Qinglan would still be there.

When she opened the door, she saw the woman she loved the most sitting in the corner against the wall. A thin blanket covered her shoulders, and her eyes were closed. She looked sound asleep.

Wen Huaxi knew exactly what kind of person Yan Qinglan was.

She had a strong sense of cleanliness, was obsessive about order, and had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar places.

There was no way she would fall asleep in such a harsh environment unless she was truly exhausted.

Seeing Yan Qinglan’s furrowed brows even in sleep, Wen Huaxi sighed quietly.

She wanted to carry her inside but knew she couldn’t. Instead, she reached out and patted her lightly.

“Yan Qinglan?” she called.

There was no response.

She tried again. Still nothing. Was she really asleep?

In the past, whenever Wen Huaxi had a nightmare, just turning over in bed was enough to wake Yan Qinglan. She would hold her tightly and comfort her.

Could she be pretending now?

Wen Huaxi poked her cheek. “Hey, Yan Qinglan. Wake up.”

“If you don’t wake up, I’m really leaving you out here all night.”

Still, there was no response.

Wen Huaxi panicked and reached out to feel her breath.

She was still breathing. Thank goodness. That gave Wen Huaxi quite a scare. She pushed her a little harder.

How tired was she? What kind of nightmare was she having? No matter how she called, Yan Qinglan would not wake up.

After a few tries, Wen Huaxi had an idea.

She leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Qing-jiejie?”

In the next second, Yan Qinglan slowly opened her eyes.

She had fallen into a nightmare in a place that was unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

Again, she saw Mingzhu lying on a hospital bed, her life signs slowly fading away.

She saw the scene of Wen Huaxi’s car accident. Blood covered the ground. Her beloved lay in a pool of it, face unrecognizable.

She even saw her own death.

Ten years after losing both her family and her lover, she had reached her limit. Hugging the few belongings they had left behind, she curled up in a bathtub.

The color red flooded her senses. The smell of blood filled her nose.

She held a pair of jade rings, the only things that had survived the car crash. One had belonged to Mingzhu. The other had once belonged to Wen Huaxi. She clutched them without caring about her injuries.

She thought to herself, finally, I can see them again.

In her past life, that really had been the end. She had ended it herself.

The bloody dream dragged her down like a swamp. Yan Qinglan was lost in it, unable to see anything beyond the pain of losing the people she loved.

The overwhelming grief made her afraid to wake up. She feared that once she opened her eyes, everything would become real again.

Until a clear voice called softly, “Qing-jiejie.”

That single sound pulled her from the darkness and into the light.

“Xiaoxi.” A tear formed in Yan Qinglan’s eye. She saw the person she had once lost and now found again. Reaching out, she hugged her tightly.

“Hey, not again.” Wen Huaxi was caught off guard by the sudden embrace. She lost her balance and fell onto Yan Qinglan.

“What happened? Another nightmare?” She felt her cheek grow damp from Yan Qinglan’s tears.

Wen Huaxi’s voice softened. She gently stroked her hair.

“Yes.” After a long time, Yan Qinglan finally calmed down. The tears stopped falling, but she still would not let go.

“Don’t leave me, Wen Huaxi.” As Wen Huaxi tried to move, Yan Qinglan tightened her grip and held her even closer, as if she wanted to make them one person.

That way, they could always be together.

Wen Huaxi let out a long sigh. She knew what Yan Qinglan had dreamed about.

“I won’t.” She finally reached out and hugged her back. Her poor, broken lover had witnessed her death and survived in loneliness. She deserved at least that much.

“But I’m still scared.”

“Mother left. You left. And you took our child with you. I was all alone.” Yan Qinglan spoke as if confessing, each sentence breaking her down a little more. She had to pause often just to calm her emotions.

“I never really had anyone in my life. Just you. Just the three of you. And then I lost everything.”

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had aged a hundred years in that one nightmare.

Wen Huaxi felt a sharp pain in her chest. She began to wonder if she had been too cruel.

Yan Qinglan had already experienced that loss once. No one wanted it to happen, but it already had.

And now, Wen Huaxi had thrown a tantrum, disappeared, and left a wounded person behind, all alone and far away.

Wen Huaxi was still lost in thought when Yan Qinglan finally had enough of hugging her. She quickly let go, curled into a small ball, and her eyes were still misty with tears.

“Please don’t be mad. I just felt so awful.” Even someone as emotionally unaware as Yan Qinglan understood by now that her repeated physical contact was what had upset Wen Huaxi.

Wen Huaxi eventually let out a sigh.

“Get up. Don’t sleep in the hallway. You’ll catch a cold,” she said, pulling on Yan Qinglan’s arm.

“Are you kicking me out?” Yan Qinglan stood up reluctantly, head hanging low, looking like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

“Did you dare leave without my permission? You still want to go?” Wen Huaxi hadn’t fully sorted out her feelings, but at that moment, she was annoyed with nowhere to vent it. She pinched Yan Qinglan’s cheek and gave her shoulder a bite.

“I didn’t,” Yan Qinglan said, relieved, reaching out for a hug.

“No hugs for you. Go take a shower now. You’re filthy and I can’t stand it,” Wen Huaxi slapped her back firmly, looking genuinely upset.

Her little kitten really was all talk.

Yan Qinglan smiled and obediently went into Wen Huaxi’s bathroom.

While Yan Qinglan washed up, Wen Huaxi lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.

Maybe she should shorten Yan Qinglan’s punishment by a few days.

No matter what, Yan Qinglan clearly liked her very much right now.

And Wen Huaxi had always liked her too.

If it were her, witnessing her lover’s death, she would also be terrified, unable to sleep, needing to stay close.

Yan Qinglan was stronger than her in many ways.

Wen Huaxi let out a long sigh. Maybe their fate really was a complicated one.

Just for tonight, she would make an exception.

After finishing her shower and quickly drying her hair, Yan Qinglan came out of the bathroom.

It was already quite late. Seeing Wen Huaxi sprawled on the bed and making little puffing noises, Yan Qinglan couldn’t help but sit down beside her.

“Xiaoxi, are we sleeping together tonight?”

“Where else did you think you’d sleep?” Wen Huaxi flipped up immediately and snapped, sounding like a little tyrant. “If you want the couch, then go. Get out.”

“I don’t want that,” Yan Qinglan turned off the light, wrapped an arm around Wen Huaxi’s waist, and lay down with her.

“I just didn’t want to make you angry. You’ve seemed like you didn’t want to be close to me these past few days,” she said, a little pitifully.

She really did know how to push her luck.

Held in Yan Qinglan’s arms, Wen Huaxi felt much more secure. She opened her mouth and bit Yan Qinglan’s arm.

“So you’re blaming me?”

Seeing her flare up like that, Yan Qinglan rubbed the messy tuft of hair on her head.

“I just wanted to be close to you. I missed you so much.”

Yan Qinglan moved even closer.

“I missed you deeply. So please, don’t hate me just because of our physical contact.”

“Hmph,” Wen Huaxi nearly exploded again at that last part.

But Yan Qinglan was stroking her hair so gently that she couldn’t even manage to get angry.

“I don’t hate you,” she muttered softly, eyes half-closed and enjoying the affection.

“Then does Xiaoxi still like me?” Yan Qinglan cupped Wen Huaxi’s face.

In the moonlight, she could see her lover’s shy expression clearly.

“Of course I do,” Wen Huaxi said after a brief pause, reaching out to pinch Yan Qinglan’s cheek.

“If I didn’t like you, why would I get angry, waste my good mood, and hurt my health over it?” She even rolled her eyes at her.

“I was scared,” Yan Qinglan said, pulling her into a warm embrace like she used to.

“Xiaoxi, after you came back in this life, did you stop liking me for a while?” Yan Qinglan sounded like she was sighing, or maybe it was just her breath against Wen Huaxi’s ear.

As that breath swept across her earlobe and moved a strand of hair, Wen Huaxi paused.

“Yes.” At that time, she really thought she didn’t like Yan Qinglan anymore.

“But it was just what I thought. If you hadn’t been good to me during that time, I might have convinced myself to leave you,” Wen Huaxi admitted, lost in memory.

“In our past life, in my memory, you signed the divorce papers. And in this life, you told me we were bound to break up.”

“You didn’t love me. At least not back then. Why would I waste my time on you?” Wen Huaxi’s voice grew annoyed again, and she began poking Yan Qinglan’s waist.

“That’s why I was scared. I was afraid that if I didn’t do well, you’d think I didn’t love you and want to give up on me.” Yan Qinglan didn’t try to defend her past actions.

There was no point. Wen Huaxi knew she had been terrible before. Flirtatious but emotionless, she treated everyone the same. There had never been any real affection.

At least the divorce had been talked through now.

“That won’t happen. I know you like me very much now.”

So much that all her old habits and preferences had disappeared. She had done things she never would have done before.

Wen Huaxi would never doubt that Yan Qinglan liked her.

At most, she would get a little mad sometimes.

She hadn’t expected Yan Qinglan to be so clingy, so willing to humble herself just to coax her.

“But I’m not giving up my one-month goal.” Wen Huaxi huffed coldly. “Tonight is just an exception.”

Wasn’t it supposed to be two months before? Did she just reduce her sentence?

Yan Qinglan was amused and a little surprised, but also oddly happy.

She might really have been brainwashed by Wen Huaxi. Even being teased like this made her happy.

She had fallen completely.

“Got it, my little kitten.” Yan Qinglan lowered her head and kissed Wen Huaxi’s hair.

This month wouldn’t be spent without any interaction. They could treat it as part of the fun.

Wen Huaxi really was like her cat, eyes narrowing into slits as she purred softly. Just when she was about to fall asleep, she opened her eyes and pulled Yan Qinglan close to say something.

“I’ve decided to join that dating reality show.” She had originally planned not to tell Yan Qinglan and just sneak off.

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