Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 84

In the blink of an eye, little Sweetie was already eight months old. It was the perfect age for her to start speaking.

The entire family had been eagerly waiting for her first words. Every day, they gathered around her, trying to teach her how to talk. All they got in return were her disinterested and slightly disdainful looks.

Then one morning in early winter, Yan Qinglan was dressing her daughter in layers. After three layers, she reached for the fourth. Wen Qingxun pouted, her eyes filled with grievance, and let out a soft whine.

“Mama.”
She was not cold. There was no need for so many layers of clothing.

As soon as Yan Qinglan heard that single word, she froze in place.

“Did you just call me?”

She quickly put down the clothes, lifted Wen Qingxun into her arms, and held her up in front of her face.

“Awoo.”
Now that the danger of being overdressed had passed, Wen Qingxun had no reason to speak further. She turned her head away, looking around for Wen Huaxi.

“Your mama is still on set filming. Don’t even think about it. You won’t see her before lunch.”

Yan Qinglan understood her daughter’s spoiled little temper all too well. She gently pinched her daughter’s cheek.

If she doesn’t want to talk now, that’s fine. One day, she will say it willingly.

At this moment, Wen Qingxun had no idea that her future allowance would be firmly controlled by Yan Qinglan.

Wen Huaxi would simply complain with her about being broke, hand her a ten-yuan bill, and that was it. She never gave her much pocket money.

Their parenting styles were completely different. Yan Qinglan loved to be involved but rarely gave money. Wen Huaxi gave money but was too busy to spend time with her. The idea of playing with her daughter was almost impossible due to her packed schedule.

Still, together they balanced each other out. Once Wen Qingxun figured out how things worked, life became pretty enjoyable for her.

At least, until the day Wen Huaxi found out she had been secretly saving up her pocket money to buy a ring. She wanted to give it to the cute classmate who sat next to her, as a way to confess her feelings.

That day, both Wen Qingxun and Yan Qinglan were called out and scolded together.

From then on, Wen Qingxun’s allowance was strictly monitored.

But that was all in the future.

Right now, Wen Qingxun’s face immediately darkened when she realized her mother wouldn’t be coming back any time soon.

She looked just like her mama.

Perhaps even more temperamental.

Yan Qinglan gently flicked her daughter’s forehead.

“Your mama is busier than I am. Why don’t you try convincing her?”

If it weren’t for their honeymoon trip, Wen Huaxi would have already jumped into her next film project without a break.

Yan Qinglan could stay with her daughter all day, but sometimes, spending her whole day alone in the hotel felt lonely.

“Yes.”
Wen Qingxun answered without a second thought, accidentally revealing that she could say more than just “Mama.”

Yan Qinglan looked at her with quiet amusement.

Wen Qingxun quickly averted her eyes.

“Well, look at you. Don’t forget to talk to her then.”

Yan Qinglan stopped teasing her and sat down to continue her work.

When Wen Huaxi came back to the hotel during her lunch break, her daughter, sitting in the baby chair, lit up at the sight of her. She waved her tiny hands and shouted joyfully, “Mama.”

“Baby.”
Wen Huaxi tossed her things aside, completely ignoring her wife who had opened her arms for a hug. She rushed straight to her daughter.

“Did you call me? Did you say Mama?”
Her daughter could finally speak.

She had raised this tiny bundle into a talking baby. Pride and joy filled her heart.

Wen Huaxi picked up her baby girl and showered her with kisses on her cheeks.

Little Sweetie giggled nonstop under the affection and kept repeating, “Mama, Mama.”

Yan Qinglan sighed silently to herself.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around Wen Huaxi’s waist.

“You didn’t even hug me,” she whispered into Wen Huaxi’s ear and softly nuzzled her neck.

“I’m sorry, Sister Qing. I was just too excited. Our daughter can finally talk.”

Wen Huaxi gently patted her baby’s back and set her down, then turned to hug Yan Qinglan properly.

“Eight months old. It’s about time she started speaking.”

Their daughter was no ordinary baby. Her intelligence was up for debate, but her soul definitely felt at least ten years old.

Yan Qinglan guessed her speech delay was probably due to underdeveloped vocal cords. Otherwise, she would have spoken much earlier.

She gave Wen Qingxun a sideways glance.

Wen Qingxun responded with an eye roll, flopped onto her back, and stared at the ceiling.

Once the sounds from her mothers quieted, she looked up to make sure, then called out again, “Mama.”

“Yes, baby? What is it?”
As expected, Wen Huaxi’s attention was immediately drawn back to her.

“Mama busy. Stay. Stay,” Wen Qingxun said seriously, using her hands to help express herself, clearly repeating what Yan Qinglan had coached her to say earlier.

“Mama has to finish filming, sweetheart. I’ll come back tonight and be with you.”

Now that she could talk, Wen Qingxun wanted to express more complex thoughts. But Wen Huaxi found it harder to understand her daughter’s meaning right away.

“No. Stay every day,” Wen Qingxun insisted, still trying her best.

Her mother tilted her head, thought for a moment, then pinched her cheek gently.

“Alright. After Mama finishes this movie, I will stay and be with our little Sweetie every day.”

Wen Qingxun nodded happily.

Seeing how clever her daughter was, Wen Huaxi thought that if she could express herself so well, then she should be able to communicate just as easily with Yan Qinglan.

So she carried Sweetie over to Yan Qinglan, who was heating up lunch in the kitchen.

Yan Qinglan turned off the stove, wiped her hands on her apron, and took her daughter into her arms.

To her surprise, Wen Qingxun turned her head away and refused to look at her.

Wen Huaxi laughed softly and pinched her daughter’s little hand.

“Baby, who is this?”

Wen Qingxun ignored the question, stared at Wen Huaxi, and smiled sweetly while chanting, “Mama.”

Yan Qinglan felt it was too much to bear. She turned her daughter around to face her.

“Sweetie, who am I?”

She had clearly called her “Mama” that morning. Now she was acting like it never happened. She only acknowledged her when she needed something.

A little heartbreaker in the making.

Wen Qingxun glanced at Wen Huaxi from the corner of her eye, then suddenly burst into loud, exaggerated tears.

This little girl had clearly inherited Wen Huaxi’s acting genes. Add to that a year of lessons from her two drama-queen mothers, and her fake crying skills were now so convincing that even Wen Huaxi couldn’t tell the difference.

“Don’t bully our daughter.”
Wen Huaxi snatched Sweetie back into her arms and gave Yan Qinglan a stern look.

This biased mother and daughter duo was too much. Yan Qinglan rubbed her forehead, too frustrated to even argue about her lack of status anymore.

Who was bullying whom here? The child could already speak in short phrases, yet still refused to call her Mommy.

But since both of them were her little sweethearts, Yan Qinglan had no choice. She first comforted Wen Huaxi, then took her daughter back and tried speaking gently.

“Sweetie, do you want to acknowledge me or not?”

Even though her tone wasn’t exactly warm, it was patient.

“Wuu… Mommy.”
Wen Qingxun finally gave in and called her.

“Good girl. Really now, what did I do to deserve this?”

Yan Qinglan kissed her daughter on the forehead.

“Tell me, have I treated you badly? Who makes your milk? Who changes your clothes and diapers?”

Wen Huaxi was just about to stop her wife from scolding a baby who wasn’t even a year old, when she heard Wen Qingxun quietly respond.

“Mama tired.”

“Oh, my sweet baby.”
Wen Huaxi’s heart melted instantly, and she reached out to take her daughter from Yan Qinglan’s arms.

Yan Qinglan had only been holding her because she thought Wen Huaxi would get tired. But seeing how much she wanted to hold her, she gently placed Sweetie into her arms.

Wen Huaxi nuzzled her daughter like she was cuddling a kitten, rubbing her cheek affectionately against her baby’s face.

“Mama works very hard. But I’ve never treated you badly, have I?”

Yan Qinglan gently smoothed her daughter’s soft hair, her tone full of patience and affection.

So young, yet already caring about her mama. What a sweet and thoughtful little girl.

“You’re mean,” Wen Qingxun said playfully, sticking out her tongue.

Wen Huaxi understood what was happening and smiled softly.

“It’s just a misunderstanding, sweetheart. Your Mommy loved me deeply in her past life too.”

“She was very good to me, especially at the end. Sweetie, without your Mommy, the two of us wouldn’t even be here.”

“Mmm…” Wen Qingxun didn’t completely understand, but since her mother had said so, she was willing to accept that Mommy was a good person.

She reached out toward Yan Qinglan with a soft whimper, trying to act sweet and make peace.

“Mommy.”

“Good girl,” Yan Qinglan said gently, reaching out to take her daughter’s hand. Their small truce was sealed with a handshake, one big and one tiny, completely forgiving each other.

In just a month, the Lunar New Year arrived.

This year, Yan Qinglan was able to bring her wife and daughter back to the Yan family home for the holiday.

Before they arrived, she reminded her little “child prodigy” not to speak in full sentences. It was okay to greet people, but nothing too complicated.

Ever since Wen Qingxun had accidentally exposed her ability to speak clearly, she stopped pretending altogether. She spoke in full sentences every day, changing her tone and vocabulary constantly, never repeating herself. Her language ability was way beyond her age.

Even someone as calm and patient as Wen Huaxi sometimes wondered how their quiet and reserved personalities had created such a talkative child.

But there was a silver lining. In her past life, Sweetie had spent ten years with Wen Huaxi, so she already had a strong foundation of common sense. She would not fixate on one thing or ask the same questions over and over.

“Why?” Wen Qingxun asked, still too young to walk. “Aren’t we going home?”

“We are, but not everyone related to you by blood will treat you kindly,” Yan Qinglan explained carefully.

“And not everyone who seems close to you is someone you can trust. If people find out that you can speak fluently before turning one, there’s a real risk they’ll take you away for experiments.”

“Some people who truly care about you and can be trusted may not be related to you at all,” Wen Huaxi added. “Like one of Mama’s close friends.”

“Oh… but Mommy, everyone you were close to before was family,” Wen Qingxun said, still trying to understand.

“That’s because your Mommy didn’t really make friends,” Wen Huaxi explained gently.

She knew her daughter was referring to Yan Wenlan and Yan Anran.

In the previous life, those were the only two relatives who stayed close to Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan nodded in agreement. She had always been fine without many friends. Having Wen Huaxi was more than enough.

“Then what is an experiment?” Wen Qingxun asked after thinking about it for a moment.

“It’s something very scary. You wouldn’t be able to see Mama or Mommy anymore. There would be people who want to hurt you, injecting you with strange medicines, forcing you to eat terrible things, or even opening your head…”

Wen Huaxi spoke with a serious expression, describing scenes similar to those in the films she had acted in.

Little Sweetie was so frightened that her mouth fell open and she forgot to cry.

“We’re not trying to scare you,” Yan Qinglan added. She had seen even more than Wen Huaxi and fully agreed. “But it is very dangerous.”

“Wuu… I understand. I’ll stop talking,” Wen Qingxun whispered as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Good girl. Mama will protect you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Seeing her daughter cry so hard, Wen Huaxi’s heart ached. She turned and gave Yan Qinglan a sharp look.

Why didn’t you stop me?

Yan Qinglan looked slightly helpless.

Because I thought you were right.

Wen Huaxi rolled her eyes, perfectly mirroring the expression her daughter often made.

When they finally arrived at the Yan family estate, they managed to calm Sweetie down and dry her tears.

“Just remember what we talked about. You can call out Mama, Mommy, and maybe Grandma. That’s all,” Wen Huaxi reminded her.

Wen Qingxun nodded while wiping her eyes. She definitely did not want to be taken away by bad people.

Inside the main residence, Yan Anran and her younger sister Ningyue were chatting nearby, while Yan Wenlan was still on the phone.

As soon as they saw the family of three enter, they came over to greet them.

“I didn’t really get a good look at your daughter last time,” Yan Wenlan said, referring to the wedding.

“Jealous?” Yan Qinglan asked casually, already in the mood to show off as usual.

Yan Wenlan gave her an unimpressed look and chose not to respond.

“How old is she now? One year?” Anran asked, meeting Sweetie for the first time.

She was usually busy with technical work and had only managed to attend the wedding by rearranging her schedule.

“Ten months,” Wen Huaxi replied, gently lifting Sweetie’s little hand to wave. “This is your aunt.”

Sweetie opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She looked up at Wen Huaxi with wide, innocent eyes.

“Can she talk yet?” Anran asked with curiosity, wanting to tease the adorable little girl.

Wen Qingxun quickly shook her head.

“She can say a few words,” Yan Qinglan said with a smile, gently pinching her daughter’s small foot.

Before she could add anything else to explain, Yan Mingzhu entered the main hall.

Wen Qingxun’s eyes immediately lit up.

“Grandma.” She even waved her hand happily.

“She’s very clever,” Yan Wenlan said thoughtfully from the side.

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