Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 80(END OF MAIN STORY )

When love is involved, the experience becomes something completely different.

By the end, Wen Huaxi clung to Sister Qing’s neck, her eyes red like a little rabbit’s, sniffling as if she had no strength left, yet still refusing to let go.

Sister Qing wanted to mark her.

She gently touched Wen Huaxi’s gland. Her movements were soft, just a tender caress.

The girl in her arms melted at her touch, letting out soft whimpers that tugged at Sister Qing’s heart like the brush of feathers.

She was just about to bite down when she suddenly stopped herself.

Wen Huaxi looked up, confused, her eyes filled with innocent frustration.

“Sweetheart, I just remembered something,” Sister Qing said as she scooped Wen Huaxi into her arms and carried her into the bathroom.

“What is it? You don’t want to mark me anymore?” Her voice was still a little hoarse.

“It’s not that. I think I used a suppressant in the previous life. If it had worked properly, you shouldn’t have…”

Even now, Sister Qing found the topic hard to bring up.

She had thought all the contraceptive measures were in place, yet in the end, Wen Huaxi had still gotten hurt.

Wen Huaxi didn’t answer right away. She buried her face in Sister Qing’s chest like she wanted to disappear.

Sister Qing cupped her face, her expression serious.

“There’s something I want to tell you.”

Under Sister Qing’s worried gaze, Wen Huaxi finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Can you promise not to get mad at me?” She bit her lip and clutched Sister Qing’s arm.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and Sister Qing felt it.

“How could I be mad at you?”

She gently rubbed Wen Huaxi’s head and kissed the tip of her nose.

“That’s good. Back in our past life, when we were heading for divorce, I thought… since we were already breaking up and there’d be nothing left to prove our relationship, what if we had a child? I had the money and the time. If we had a child, maybe you would… feel something, maybe look at me differently.”

As she spoke, Wen Huaxi’s ears turned red.

“Please don’t be mad…”

After all, she had been planning to trick Sister Qing into having a child.

“So you tampered with my suppressant?” Sister Qing let out a breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.

She wasn’t angry. How could she be? Her beloved had suffered so much. There was no way she could be angry over something like this.

Wen Huaxi nodded, still looking nervous.

“As long as it wasn’t the suppressant malfunctioning, then it’s fine. Sweetheart, I was only worried it might hurt you.”

Sister Qing pulled her close again and patted her back.

“Don’t you want a second baby?” Wen Huaxi asked quickly, hugging her tighter and placing the soap in Sister Qing’s hand.

“No. If we do, I’ll be the one to carry it.”

Sister Qing nipped at Wen Huaxi’s ear.

“What are you thinking, Xiaoxi? I don’t want you to go through another accidental pregnancy.”

“It wasn’t really an accident for me.” Wen Huaxi was talking about their past life.

“It still hurts to think about. You really planned to raise a baby all by yourself?” Sister Qing’s heart ached just thinking about it.

Back then, Wen Huaxi’s life had been far more difficult. She only had one close friend. Even her sister had stopped speaking to her, and they hadn’t been in contact for years.

“Kind of. I had everything ready. I thought maybe… if you heard, maybe you would come back.”

“I would have. I never really wanted the divorce.”

Sister Qing let out a quiet sigh.

Thankfully, all of their regrets could be mended in this life.

“One more thing… our compatibility rating.”

Wen Huaxi decided to confess the second of the two bad things she had done.

“It’s not actually that high. That document was fake. I asked my sister to help forge it.”

Sister Qing’s hands stiffened slightly.

Wen Huaxi let out a tiny sound, shrinking back and looking pitiful.

“I’m not angry with you. It’s just…”

Sister Qing had truly believed they were highly compatible.

No wonder, after they got married in this life, she hadn’t reacted much to Wen Huaxi’s scent.

“It’s alright. Compatibility scores can change over time.”

Wen Huaxi relaxed and began to comfort Sister Qing instead.

“Maybe if we go test it again, the rating will be higher now.”

She rubbed her face against Sister Qing’s neck, slowly calming her down.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. No matter what the machines say, in my heart, we’re one hundred percent compatible. You’re the only one.”

Sister Qing had just about finished bathing her when she spoke again.

“Alright, stop stressing. We’ve already been through so much. Why would I ever be mad at you? Go rinse off by yourself now, or I’ll…”

Wen Huaxi quickly snatched the showerhead away.

“Then can you mark me now?”

After the bath, as they sat drying their hair, Wen Huaxi pulled her hair aside and revealed her neck, clearly showing her gland.

“I thought you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

Sister Qing looked at her, half amused, half tempted.

She was worried that once she marked Wen Huaxi, she might not be able to stop herself.

“Just for a moment. It’ll be quick.”

But when she looked into Wen Huaxi’s eyes and saw the hope shining there, how could Yan Qinglan possibly let that light fade?

She put down what she was holding, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to that soft, sensitive spot.

What followed was a wave of heat and a hint of sharp pain.

“Now I have to shower again,” Wen Huaxi said with a pout. She still felt a bit wronged and gave Sister Qing a light punch on the back.

“Sweetheart, I have to defend myself. You asked for it,” Yan Qinglan said as she let her hit her. It was just one more rinse. Nothing too troublesome.

With watery eyes, Wen Huaxi bit her gently in frustration.

She could not mark Sister Qing in return, so she vented by giving her a playful nibble.

“I only wanted a mark.”

“Marks work best when given in a moment of deep love and connection. Otherwise, it might hurt a little,” Yan Qinglan explained.

Seeing Wen Huaxi’s fluffy little temper rising, she quickly apologized.

“My mistake.” Though she fully intended to do it again next time.

Wen Huaxi puffed up like a pouting fish. She clearly did not believe her.

Later that night, as they lay in bed close together, Wen Huaxi asked about Sister Qing’s next move.

“Yan Qingqing is under my control now. I’ve already spoken to Yin Fujun. I have more information now, so next weekend, we’ll meet her again.”

Armed with the knowledge of her past life, Yan Qinglan felt calm and completely unshaken.

“I plan to remove the parasite from Mom’s mind first.”

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

Wen Huaxi listened quietly as Sister Qing recounted her past life with surprising calm. But even in that gentle tone, she could still hear the pain behind the words.

Yan Qinglan had left out many details.

She only mentioned that she used the Sacred Gu’s power to bring them both back.

But Wen Huaxi could imagine the pain she must have endured.

Living in a world without the people you love, carrying on alone, was unbearably cruel.

She hugged Sister Qing tightly. There was no way to comfort the suffering from a past life, but she could offer all her love in this one.

“I’m truly glad I was reborn,” Yan Qinglan murmured, feeling the warmth in her arms.

“This time, we’re still young. We have time to start again.”

“Yes,” Wen Huaxi whispered as she closed her eyes and rested in her lover’s embrace.

Before sleep overtook her, she had a fleeting thought.

Her rebirth had not been a gift from the heavens.

It was her lover who had sacrificed everything to bring them both back.

And the true purpose of this second chance was not to save others.

It was to save herself and find her way back to the woman she loved.

By the following weekend, the time agreed upon with Yin Fujun had arrived.

They had all cleared their schedules during the week to prepare.

Yin Fujun sensed something different in the way they acted this time. Their tone felt oddly familiar, their calmness strange.

But in the spirit of cooperation, she did not press them.

After all, Yan Qinglan had promised valuable clues that could lead her to the Sacred Gu.

It felt a little too smooth, which made her cautious.

She thought about asking others for help.

Especially since the writer behind the reality show script had been vague and evasive.

The history of the Martial World could not be something people just dreamed up.

“Do you have teleportation spells?” Wen Huaxi asked once they arrived at the meeting place.

She did not know exactly what Sister Qing had planned. Surely they could not remove the parasite from Yan Mingzhu’s mind and immediately expect Gu Lian to show up.

“Yes. That’s why I had Mom come to the rehab center. It’s my place. It feels safer that way,” Yan Qinglan explained as she held Wen Huaxi close.

This time, Yin Fujun had come alone. Fu Chenyang, her talkative partner, was not with her.

So everything had to be asked and answered directly, which Yin Fujun preferred anyway.

At the entrance, Yan Mingzhu met them. When she saw Yin Fujun’s face, her pupils contracted.

“It’s you.”

Yin Fujun looked at her with calm understanding.

“You are her… niece?”

Yan Mingzhu’s hands trembled.

“Yes.”

Yin Fujun now fully believed what Yan Qinglan had told her.

Thirty years ago, she had still been quite young.

Her mother, sister of the previous Holy Child, had received a secret message saying the Sacred Gu had been found and she needed to go assist in the outer world.

But when her mother left the Martial World with that token in hand, she never found her sister again.

If her guess was correct, the previous Holy Child had entrusted the Sacred Gu to her partner.

A way to protect herself and to survive.

“Then she really is gone.”

Even the position of Holy Child had already been passed on.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

The only thing they could now confirm was that the former Holy Child had died.

Yan Mingzhu’s face turned pale. Her expression crumbled, and it looked as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

“Mom, let’s get that thing out of your head first.”

Yan Qinglan reached out and supported her mother, who looked ready to collapse.

“I knew… but I didn’t want to believe it. I thought she was strong, that she would survive no matter what.”

That was why, when she saw Yan Qingqing, she had felt so much joy.

She had not even questioned who the child really was.

At the very least, this proved she was still alive.

“Mom. Yan Qingqing isn’t her real child. Those people used dark magic to change her appearance and tampered with the paternity test results,” Yan Qinglan said, closing her eyes as she broke the illusion.

Yan Mingzhu had already suspected it, but hearing it aloud still felt like a hard blow.

“You two must take care of each other,” she said. “Back then, I didn’t want you involved because that world is far too dangerous.”

She took Wen Huaxi’s hand and placed it in Yan Qinglan’s.

“We will, Mom. Don’t worry. And you’ll be just fine too. You still need to watch our baby grow up,” Wen Huaxi said softly, comforting her.

“Yes, our little one.”

Her partner was gone, but she still had a daughter and a granddaughter. She had to live on.

“So Mom, let Yin Fujun help you remove the parasite first.”

Yan Mingzhu nodded.

At the very moment the parasite was removed, miles away, a masked man coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“What’s going on?” Gu Lian rushed over to ask.

The masked man wiped his mouth. “I encountered a powerful opponent. My parasite was removed.”

“Where? Someone capable of removing your parasite actually left the Martial World?”

The masked man reported the location. “Be cautious. Anyone strong enough to beat me isn’t to be underestimated.”

“I will be,” Gu Lian replied, hurrying to the site.

On his way there, he started piecing things together. First, Yan Qingqing was captured and lost contact. Then, Yan Mingzhu’s parasite was removed. And someone had reportedly seen Yan Qinglan near the Martial World recently.

Gu Lian felt a growing sense of unease. But Yan Qinglan’s spiritual talent had long been depleted. Could she have found outside help?

There was no time to wonder. He was so close to succeeding. He could not afford to fail now.

Yan Mingzhu’s parasite was critical.

“He’s here,” Yan Qinglan said calmly. Yin Fujun looked up at the same time.

The moment Gu Lian appeared, Yin Fujun struck.

Yan Qinglan held onto Wen Huaxi and moved aside, while Yan Mingzhu, the supposed target, had already been hidden safely.

In just a few breaths, the two clashed multiple times. Gu Lian was quickly overwhelmed.

Panic surged in his chest. Despite having trained in dark arts, why couldn’t he overpower someone from the Martial World?

Then he saw Yin Fujun’s face clearly.

It was the current Holy Child, the most powerful figure of the Yin clan.

The Yin family had always represented the peak of the Martial World’s strength. The Holy Child had always come from their lineage. In battle strategy and pure strength, they were unmatched.

The only time they had ever lost was when over a hundred fighters ambushed Yin Hanzhen outside the Martial World, where her full strength was limited. Even with the best resources, only a few of those attackers survived.

Gu Lian now had only one goal—escape.

But just then, Yan Qinglan attacked from the shadows, her spell hitting him and giving Yin Fujun the chance to fully restrain him.

“You? You can still use spiritual techniques?”

Gu Lian was furious and unwilling to accept this. He could only hope the organization would come to his rescue. He was one of their most valuable members.

“I can do more than just use techniques,” Yan Qinglan said coldly.

Though she had only trained for a few days, she had focused on the exact spells she needed. Wen Huaxi had been with her the whole time, staying up late and worrying for her.

“I also know where your headquarters is.”

She stepped closer and hit him with another spell.

“So what if you do? How many allies do you have? One Holy Child isn’t enough to defeat us.”

Yan Qinglan didn’t even bother to answer. She simply sneered.

“Don’t worry. They’ll all be joining you soon.”

She ordered her people to take Gu Lian away, along with Yan Qingqing, who had served as bait.

The spies inside her company had already been cleaned out. Today just marked the final sweep, leaving Gu Lian no chance of returning.

As for the so-called headquarters, Yan Qinglan had already planned it out. With the manpower provided by Yin Fujun and her own forces, they struck as Gu Lian was captured, catching the organization completely off guard.

The masked man, still wounded and unable to fight, saw their base being overrun. He was filled with regret.

He had no idea who had discovered their location or how their strength had been so precisely predicted.

All he knew was that even without sending Gu Lian ahead, they would have lost this battle.

A century of preparation was shattered in a day. He died with his eyes wide open, still unwilling.

But there would never be another chance to learn the truth.

“Is it really… over?”

Watching Gu Lian being taken away, and seeing Yin Fujun finish rounding up the others, Wen Huaxi still felt dazed.

“Yes, it’s over,” Yan Qinglan said as she wrapped an arm around her waist, completely relaxed.

“With the knowledge from my past life, everything moved quickly.”

Especially since the enemy had no idea what was coming. Yan Qinglan had not needed a large force to finish the job.

“This is wonderful. From now on, we can finally live in peace.”

Wen Huaxi let out a breath and truly relaxed for the first time.

“Yes. Let’s live well.”

Yan Qinglan reached into her pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box like a magician.

Wen Huaxi’s smile instantly bloomed.

“You had this ready? I remember you said it would take at least two weeks.”

“The custom one isn’t finished yet. This is something I bought a long time ago, back when I first fell in love with you. But now that everything is resolved, I couldn’t wait. I wanted to propose again and have another wedding with you.”

She took Wen Huaxi’s hand and slipped the ring onto her finger.

“I still owe you a ring.”

Wen Huaxi looked down at the sparkling diamond and softened completely.

“So there was one for me after all.”

Yan Qinglan couldn’t help but smile. This was the ring she had dreamed of placing on her wife’s finger through two lifetimes. Her heart overflowed with joy.

“Of course. You’re the woman I’ve chosen across two lifetimes.”

Wen Huaxi linked her arm through hers.

“Come on, let’s bring Mom home. Our little one is still waiting for her to join us for dinner.”

Hand in hand, they walked toward the happiness they had waited so long to claim.