Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 85

“My daughter is definitely smart.”
Thankfully, Yan Qinglan reacted quickly and stopped her cousin from saying anything more.

Yan Mingzhu’s eyes sparkled when she saw her granddaughter.
Her sweet little one could talk now. She could even call her “Grandma.”

Thinking about that, Yan Mingzhu picked up little Sweetie while giving Yan Qinglan a pointed look.

Yan Qinglan, however, was completely focused on her wife, staring at her with such intensity she didn’t even blink.

Yan Mingzhu turned away.
Her own daughter had never been this thoughtful. It was probably Wen Huaxi who had taught Sweetie how to say “Grandma.”

In her grandmother’s arms, Wen Qingxun felt like her soul was about to fly out of her body.
This wasn’t just a figure of speech. She really could feel herself leaving her body out of fear.

She usually avoided that kind of reaction, since she couldn’t control it well. Luckily, this time, the scare passed without incident.

After finishing the New Year’s Eve dinner, Yan Qinglan took her mother, her wife, and her daughter back to their own home.

Family reunion dinners were more festive with more people, but having too many unfamiliar relatives around only made things more awkward.

“Grandma, I can talk now.”
Once they were back in a safe place, Wen Qingxun finally spoke, after holding it in all evening. She even waved to Yan Mingzhu as she said it.

Yan Mingzhu looked at the baby, who wasn’t even a year old yet, and seriously wondered if she had misheard.

“Mom, don’t be too surprised,” Yan Qinglan said as she patted her mother’s back.

“Since the martial arts world already exists, our daughter being extraordinary really isn’t that hard to believe.”

Yan Qinglan hadn’t told anyone about her past life, not even her mother.
As long as Wen Huaxi and Sweetie knew the truth, that was enough. She didn’t want Yan Mingzhu to worry.

Yan Mingzhu stayed quiet for a while, then finally let out a slow “Oh” a few times.

She watched as Yan Qinglan helped Wen Huaxi make a video call to Wen Suiyue. Then she quietly held Sweetie, who was eager to chat.

She had no choice but to accept that her granddaughter really was special.

On the call, Wen Suiyue and Du Jiayan were watching the Spring Festival Gala together.
They joked that now that Wen Huaxi was married, she no longer spent the holidays with them.

“Sis, I only got married. I already promised I’ll spend New Year’s Eve with you next year,” Wen Huaxi said helplessly, trying to sound cheerful and a little apologetic.

“And big sister, we’re coming to visit you tomorrow morning,” Yan Qinglan added from the side with a teasing smile.

“Don’t call me ‘big sister.’ I’m younger than you,” Wen Suiyue said with frustration. She felt hopeless dealing with this shameless sister-in-law.

“Understood, big sis,” Yan Qinglan replied smoothly. She didn’t mind lowering her rank just to match how Wen Huaxi addressed her.

The New Year passed quickly, filled with laughter and Sweetie’s surprises.

Soon, it was time for Wen Qingxun’s first birthday.

Her two mothers had already prepared everything for her traditional Zhua Zhou ceremony, where the baby picks from various objects to predict her future.

Wen Huaxi had promised her daughter that she wouldn’t rush into another filming project, so she gave herself a three-month break.

On the other hand, Yan Qinglan became busy with a new business venture.
As a result, most of the birthday arrangements were handled by Wen Huaxi.

Everything was perfectly prepared. But when she saw her daughter hesitating in front of the childish toys meant to represent future careers, she finally remembered something important.
Their daughter was not an ordinary child. Whatever she picked might not mean much.

“Just pick one for Mama’s sake,” Yan Qinglan whispered in Sweetie’s ear.

Wen Qingxun closed her eyes and randomly reached out.

When she opened them, she saw she was holding a pile of toy money.

“Perfect. Future CEO,” said her godmother Lu Tong, trying to make her laugh.

Wen Qingxun was clearly not satisfied.

Her Mommy was already a boss, the chairwoman of a company, handling boring work every day. She wanted to be something different.

So she reached out again and touched another object. This time, she picked up a building block.

“Second choice, an architect. Very ambitious,” someone commented with a chuckle.

What they didn’t say was that the profession often came with stress, sleepless nights, and long working hours.

What Wen Qingxun also didn’t know was that, in both tradition and responsibility, she was the Yan family’s first heir.
She might not have another path in the future except to be a business leader.

Still, she was happy with her choice. She shook her little hands, showing that she had made her decision.

Milestones kept coming for a child.
After the Zhua Zhou ceremony came the challenge of learning to walk.

Even though Sweetie had lived with a mature soul for ten years, she had never experienced walking in a baby’s body.
Starting just after her first birthday, she began trying. For every step she took, she would fall three times. She kept practicing for several months.

She still couldn’t walk on her own. She had to hold on to walls or lean on her Mama or Mommy for support.

On the day she finally managed to walk independently, Yan Qinglan had a quiet conversation with Wen Huaxi.

“Another baby? Sister Qing, you really want a second child?”
Wen Huaxi was surprised. She had always thought Yan Qinglan had just been teasing when she brought it up before.

“It would be good for them to have each other. And we have the financial means to support two children. Why not think about it?”

There was a bit of quiet determination in Yan Qinglan’s tone.

“It’s not impossible. But we should ask Sweetie first. I’ll also need to check my work schedule,” Wen Huaxi said. She had just organized her projects.

“There’s no rush,” Yan Qinglan replied as she gently held her hand. “Besides, this time I want to be the one to carry the baby.”

“Wait… you want to give birth?”
Wen Huaxi was stunned.
Sister Qing was already thirty-one.

She thought about it. In terms of health and stamina, she herself might be more suitable.

“I’m only in my early thirties,” Yan Qinglan said with a grin, giving Wen Huaxi a light pinch on the waist.

“In terms of physical strength and condition, Huaxi, you might not actually be better than me. Plus, I have a gift for ancient cultivation. It won’t harm my body at all.”

What mattered most was that Wen Huaxi had already gone through one pregnancy.
Yan Qinglan couldn’t bear the thought of letting her do it again.

Even in their early days together, before their feelings were fully clear and before she was certain the child was hers, seeing Wen Huaxi suffer had broken her heart.

“It’s really okay. I already have experience and it won’t be that hard,” Wen Huaxi said softly, still hesitating.

But Yan Qinglan gently held her chin and looked her in the eye, a quiet firmness in her gaze.

She hadn’t been this forceful in a long time. The pressure in her presence spread through the room, completely surrounding Wen Huaxi both physically and emotionally.

Then she leaned in and gently brushed her lips against Wen Huaxi’s in a quick, soft kiss.

“Listen to me, alright?”
Yan Qinglan didn’t withdraw her commanding presence, but she leaned her head on Wen Huaxi’s shoulder. Her posture suddenly looked fragile, as if she were clinging to the person she loved.

“I worry about you too.”
Wen Huaxi gently ran her fingers down Yan Qinglan’s back. Some things could only be understood by living through them.
“You’ve never gone through it…”

“You have. Just take care of me.”
Yan Qinglan finally let go of her intensity and gave her a gentle, smiling look.

“Fine. But we’re doing a full check-up first. If the doctor says there’s even a slight risk, then you’re not going through with it.”
Wen Huaxi gave in, almost as if she had been cornered and sweet-talked into it at the same time.

As for how to get pregnant, Wen Huaxi already knew from her past life. Some hospitals provided treatments that could temporarily allow an omega to carry the scent markers of an alpha, giving her the ability to mark her alpha partner.

“Whatever my wife says.”
Yan Qinglan smiled in relief, finally relaxing.

They scheduled a full medical examination. Ever since the loss of the Holy Gu, Yan Qinglan’s physical condition had been steadily improving.

This time during her check-up, every test result was not just healthy, but excellent. Her doctor even circled around her twice, looking skeptical.

“What health program are you doing? You sure you’re not experiencing some final burst of energy before everything shuts down?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”
Yan Qinglan almost smacked her.

“Alright, alright. So you two are here today to prepare for pregnancy?”
The doctor quickly dropped the jokes and switched to professional mode.

After a thorough evaluation, the conclusion was clear. Given Yan Qinglan’s current condition, getting pregnant within the next three years was completely viable.

Next came the most important step: talking to Sweetie.

She had finally learned to walk, and now she was the most energetic one-year-old anyone had ever seen.
She ran freely through the house, chatted with the housekeepers, and made video calls to her grandma and aunties.

She didn’t act like a typical toddler at all.

If not for her height holding her back, she would probably be climbing the walls.

“Sweetie, Mama and Mommy have something to discuss with you.”

Because of their daughter’s extraordinary understanding, Wen Huaxi had already grown used to treating her like an equal in conversation.

“What is it?”
The little one ran toward her returning parents.
“Mama!” she called out, hugging Wen Huaxi’s leg, then looked up at Yan Qinglan and bounced in place.

“Mommy!” she chirped, clearly asking for a hug from her instead.

Now that their daughter had grown a bit, Wen Huaxi no longer carried her around all the time. If Sweetie wanted cuddles, she had to go to Yan Qinglan.

“Do you want a little sister?”
Wen Huaxi got straight to the point.

“Huh?”
Wen Qingxun blinked, finally showing a little of the confusion expected from a child her age.

Wen Huaxi quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of her daughter’s dazed expression.

“What would a little sister be like?”
Wen Qingxun understood the concept, but it was hard to imagine.

“Would she look just like me?” she asked curiously.

Both mothers accidentally went into deeper thoughts about that.

“She might look a lot like you,” Wen Huaxi replied, “but she’ll also be different in some ways. Even identical twins are not completely the same.”

“Would she be fun to play with?”
Wen Qingxun was now facing the first real choice of her life.

“She’ll be fun, just like how we play with you,” Yan Qinglan said, pinching her daughter’s cheek gently.

“Alright then. I agree. So where is she?”
Sweetie still looked a little unsure, but gave her approval anyway.

“She doesn’t exist yet. You’ll have to wait at least ten more months to meet her.”
To this child, asking for a sister was like asking to buy a snack. She thought one would appear right away.

“That long? Then why didn’t you ask me again nine months later?”
No matter how mature she was, she was still a child and didn’t quite grasp the timeline.

“If we waited until then and you didn’t want her, it would be too late to change anything.”
A nine-month-old fetus cannot be undone. They would have no choice but to give birth.

“That’s too much trouble.”

“It is a lot of trouble, and it takes a long time. When Mama was pregnant with you, it was like this too.”
Wen Huaxi patted her mischievous daughter’s head.

“You once said Mama was tired. That’s because pregnancy is hard. But it was all worth it, because we got to have you.”

Wen Qingxun nodded thoughtfully.
“So this time it’s Mama again?”

“This time it’s me,” Yan Qinglan said firmly. She could already sense from her daughter’s tone that if she didn’t answer quickly, she might get an eye-roll.

“Oh…”
Wen Qingxun blinked.

“Then thank you, Mommy.”
She finally moved closer to Yan Qinglan and leaned against her.

“That’s more like it.”
Yan Qinglan lowered her hand, deciding not to flick her daughter’s forehead after all.

Since the decision had been made, the two mothers began preparing for their second child.

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