Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 86

One injection of the gland-conversion drug could last about a week.

Wen Huaxi tried for three days and still couldn’t figure out exactly how to mark properly.

After being on the receiving end for several days straight, Yan Qinglan finally reached her limit by the fifth day and took control.

Wen Huaxi, flustered and frustrated, tried to bite her in retaliation. But just as she moved, Yan Qinglan turned around and offered her gland instead.

It was only then that Wen Huaxi understood how to mark someone.

“Sister Qing, how do you feel?”
Lying down after completing the mark, Wen Huaxi felt a little dizzy. She might have just become the first person in history to perform a marking in that position.

“A bit strange,” Yan Qinglan replied.
Her gland was now filled with a new kind of pheromone. The sensation was a mix of soreness and satisfaction.

There had been pain when she was bitten. A hint of anger, like her territory had been invaded. But as the familiar cherry-sweet scent from her lover filled her senses, and her wound was gently licked and soothed, the discomfort slowly transformed into something strangely pleasurable.

She even found herself wanting more.

“Is this what it usually feels like when you’re marked?”
Yan Qinglan described the sensation to Wen Huaxi.

“I guess I’ve gotten used to it. It never felt uncomfortable,” Wen Huaxi answered while gently rubbing the gland she had just marked, offering comfort.

“It’s mostly a sense of fulfillment and…” her voice trailed off.

“The feeling of marking is strange too. It feels like something is missing.”

“For alphas, our pheromone secretion is typically excessive. Marking is more like a way to release it, so we don’t get that same feeling.”

Yan Qinglan thought about it for a moment.
Maybe they shouldn’t mess with gland conversion again in the future.

She still preferred biting her lover, hearing that soft little whimper in response, then gently comforting her until she recovered.

One marking didn’t guarantee pregnancy.
Two weeks later, Yan Qinglan tested herself and, as expected, they needed to try again.

After repeating this three times, she finally saw the two red lines appear on the test. She let out a long sigh of relief.

Wen Huaxi, overjoyed, threw her arms around her, only to stop midway and soften her movement, afraid she might hurt her.

“You’re finally pregnant,” she said.

Yan Qinglan caught her and gave a small smile filled with helplessness.
She wasn’t made of porcelain. There was no need to be so overly cautious.

Then again, she had reacted the same way when Wen Huaxi was pregnant.

It was only because she loved her so much, and worried just as deeply.

“It really wasn’t easy. Back then, when I wanted a baby… didn’t I mess with your inhibitors three times?”

Wen Huaxi tried to recall.

Even though she said three times, Yan Qinglan had only ever given her temporary marks. Every time they messed around, she ended up marking her multiple times. Wen Huaxi had lost count long ago.

“Let me do it,” she said, seeing Yan Qinglan reaching for her bag out of habit. Wen Huaxi quickly took it out of her hands.

From that moment on, whether it was cleaning the house or preparing a midnight snack, Wen Huaxi insisted on doing everything herself.

“We have a housekeeper, Huaxi. You don’t have to do it all,” Yan Qinglan said as she hovered nearby, only to be pushed onto the couch by her wife.

“You always do everything yourself. Why should I let someone else do it now that it’s my turn?” Wen Huaxi said while holding a spatula.

“Besides, I’m not some pampered lady. When my sister was busy with work, I used to do all the house chores.”

With that, she turned and marched into the kitchen, determined to show off the cooking skills she had never actually practiced across two lifetimes.

Yan Qinglan couldn’t help but laugh.
She grabbed a chair and sat at the kitchen entrance, quietly keeping her company.

Sweetie came bouncing out of her room, done with her evening playtime, and immediately spotted her mommy waiting for Mama in the kitchen.

“Mommy, is Mama cooking a late-night snack today?”

“Still not sleepy?” Yan Qinglan scooped her daughter into her arms.

“Not tired,” Wen Qingxun said as she shook her head like a rattle drum.
“Is my little sister in your tummy, Mommy?”

“You can tell?” Yan Qinglan raised an eyebrow. They hadn’t even told her yet.

“Of course I can. She’s really small. No eyes. She looks so ugly.”
Sweetie made her bold declaration, confident that the embryo couldn’t hear her insults.

“You were in that stage too. Once your sister grows as big as you, she’ll be just as pretty.”

Yan Qinglan remembered when Sweetie was first born, her skin all wrinkled like a little monkey.
Back then, Wen Huaxi had disliked her appearance so much she didn’t even want to hold her.

This obsession with appearances must run in the family.

“Really?”
Sweetie was shocked. She had always assumed she had been born perfect, already a soul with full consciousness.

She stared at Yan Qinglan’s belly again and widened her eyes.

“I used to look that ugly too?”

“Yes. Do you remember when you were born, Mama didn’t even want to look at you because you were so ugly?”
Yan Qinglan spared her no mercy and teased her without holding back.

Wen Qingxun suddenly remembered that moment.

Her lips quivered, and tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“Mama!”
She turned and ran straight into the kitchen, wrapping herself around Wen Huaxi’s leg.

“Mama! Mama!”

“Still awake?”
Both parents reacted the same way when they saw their baby clinging like that.

Wen Huaxi had no choice but to stop cooking and gently lead her daughter out of the kitchen.

“The kitchen is dangerous. Kids aren’t allowed in,” Yan Qinglan added, taking her hand and not letting go.

“Mama, is it true I used to be as ugly as my sister?”
Wen Qingxun sobbed as she nodded and looked at her mother with teary eyes.

Wen Huaxi looked over at Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan signaled that their daughter could explain the rest herself.

Now Wen Huaxi felt a bit awkward.

If she had known their baby had been conscious from birth, she never would have said those things out loud.

Wen Huaxi spent quite a while apologizing to Sweetie. After finally calming their daughter down, Yan Qinglan brought out a small bowl of sweet glutinous rice balls for their late-night snack.

Wen Huaxi returned from tucking Sweetie into her nursery, then sat down to eat the snack together with her wife.

“In the end, it’s still you who ends up doing everything, Sister Qing.”

Wen Huaxi could never stay upset with her wife or their daughter. All she could do was be mad at herself for not being more capable.

“It’s alright. It’s just cooking. With another baby on the way, of course there’s going to be more to handle. You take care of Sweetie, I’ll handle the meals. It works out fine,” Yan Qinglan said softly, trying to reassure her.

She reached out to feed Wen Huaxi a spoonful, but Wen Huaxi beat her to it.

“Alright, Sister Qing, you’re carrying this baby for ten whole months. Let me take care of you for once. That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

Wen Huaxi scooped up a rice ball and held the spoon to Yan Qinglan’s lips.

Even though it was only their second child, Yan Qinglan was older than Wen Huaxi.

This baby girl had been quiet and well-behaved throughout the pregnancy. Aside from the occasional movement, Yan Qinglan barely noticed her presence.

Wen Huaxi felt incredibly grateful. She read storybooks aloud to the baby every day and even made sure to schedule time for prenatal videos with Yan Qinglan.

Throughout the pregnancy, Yan Qinglan’s emotional state had remained stable. There was no anxiety or depression.

By the ninth month, she had stepped away from work completely and returned to the same wellness retreat where she had previously stayed.

Sweetie was looked after in turns by her aunt and grandmother. Occasionally, she would get to visit her parents at the retreat.

“We should start thinking of a name for the baby,” Wen Huaxi said as she hugged Sweetie and pulled out a dictionary.

Yan Qinglan sat beside them. Compared to nine months earlier, her expression now had a new, sincere warmth. It was a gentle look, filled with love for the world, for her children, and for her wife.

“Sweetie, do you have any ideas?”

When Sweetie was born, the two of them had picked her name early on. But for this baby, they had been calling her “little sister” for over half a year.

“Let’s call her Miaomiao. Because Mama and Mommy’s names both have the water radical in them,” Sweetie said seriously.

“You know how to write the character for ‘miao’?”

Since Yan Mingzhu and Wen Suiyue had been caring for her more frequently lately, the two mothers didn’t know exactly how much she had been learning.

“I learned it just yesterday,” Sweetie replied, clearly proud of her expanding vocabulary.

“That’s a really hard character. When your sister starts school, she’ll be miserable trying to write it,” Wen Huaxi said, gently turning down the suggestion.

Sweetie looked a little disappointed. She glanced at the number of strokes in her own name and began to feel like her own was the real punishment.

“What about you, Mom? Any ideas?” Yan Qinglan turned to ask Yan Mingzhu.

Yan Mingzhu looked up, a little lost in thought.

Yan Qinglan was now around the same age that she herself had been when she separated from Yin Hanzhen.

Her daughter’s features, grace, and presence were all so similar.

Even though Yin Hanzhen was gone, her legacy clearly lived on.

Yan Mingzhu let out a quiet sigh.

“According to what Hanzhen told me back then, your generation used ‘Qing’ as the family naming character. The next generation should use ‘Yun’ as the middle name.”

Her eyes were full of memories.

“Then how about Yunling?” Wen Huaxi suggested as she flipped through the dictionary. “Yunjue sounds nice too…”

Yan Qinglan gently stroked her belly and said she would try asking their second daughter.

But little Yun gave no response at all.

In the end, it was the two moms and one grandmother who spent the entire evening debating.

Eventually, Sweetie made the final decision and voted for the name Yunjue.

One month later, Yan Yunjue was born.

She was quiet and calm, barely cried, and only let out a small whimper when the umbilical cord was cut, just to let everyone know she was healthy.

Sweetie jumped up in excitement nearby. She looked over and saw a soft, clean, adorable baby wrapped in white blankets, not at all like the wrinkly red monkey Mommy had described earlier.

She was deeply disappointed.

Only Sweetie and her aunt were with the baby at that moment. Mama was in the delivery room with Mommy, and Grandma had only taken one look before walking off to rest.

Seeing this, Sweetie decided her little sister was probably very pitiful.

If no one else was going to take care of her, then she would take full responsibility.

“From today on, you’re sticking with me.”

Sweetie gently pinched Yan Yunjue’s cheek. Mommy hadn’t lied. Little sisters really were fun.

But Yunjue didn’t respond at all. Her tiny face was relaxed, sound asleep.

“Where’s my daughter? Let me see her.”

Yan Qinglan had mostly recovered her strength.

Now that she had gone through childbirth herself, she finally understood what Yan Mingzhu and Wen Huaxi had endured in the past.

“Sweetie’s watching her.”
Wen Huaxi responded and walked next door to bring Yunjue in.

“What a beautiful baby. She looks like me.”
Wen Huaxi smiled with joy as she looked at her newborn.

Yunjue’s hair was darker, more of a reddish brown, not that different from most people’s hair color.

Her eyes were still closed, so they wouldn’t know what color they were just yet. A few days later, they would discover she had inherited Yan Qinglan’s vivid green eyes, like emerald lakes or forest canopies.

Her facial features, however, looked more like Wen Huaxi. She had a gentle, elegant appearance, less sharp than Yan Qinglan or Sweetie, giving her a softer, more delicate charm.

“She’s absolutely adorable.”
Yan Qinglan took her into her arms and gently patted her.

Little Yunjue simply puckered her lips slightly and stayed quiet.

“I’m adorable too,” Sweetie said as she bounced beside them.

Wen Huaxi scooped her up.

“Yes, you are. You both are our most precious little girls.”

Five Years Later

At seven years old, Sweetie was facing one of the hardest problems in her life so far.

How was she supposed to pretend she didn’t know any of this?

With the knowledge carried over from her previous life, she had a huge head start. By now, Wen Qingxun had already taught herself middle and even some high school material.

Elementary school was just too easy. But her friends were all still there, and she wasn’t ready to skip grades yet.

Her mother Wen Huaxi had already swept every major domestic film award and was now aiming for international ones. Yan Qinglan, after stepping away from most responsibilities, spent most of the year either traveling or taking care of the children.

Sweetie, although a little mischievous, rarely needed much parenting. She understood everything she needed to, and her intelligence far surpassed that of other kids her age.

For example, right now, Wen Huaxi appeared to be supervising her daughter’s homework. In reality, she was letting her daughter do her own thing while Sweetie sat there planning what to eat for the next week. Her mother didn’t interrupt her at all.

But Yunjue was different.

She was a child in the truest sense. Her understanding of the world and her ability to form her personality were still developing and required adult guidance.

She was even quieter than Yan Qinglan had been as a child.

That didn’t mean she was cold. She was still very affectionate. She clung to her mothers for kisses and hugs daily, and she had made friends at school too.

She simply didn’t like to talk and rarely expressed herself unless she had to.

Most of the time, she could be found lying flat on her ergonomic chair like a little pancake, her eyes sparkling with the lazy look of someone who had already accepted the quiet rhythm of life.

“Little one, you’re going to start elementary school next year.”

Wen Huaxi turned to her younger daughter, who seemed to be zoning out, while her older daughter sat at the table struggling to pretend she did not understand a basic math problem.

“Alright,” Yunjue replied without moving her lips much.

“What do you think about going to the same school as your sister?”

Wen Huaxi shifted her attention briefly to the younger girl. Meanwhile, Sweetie used that moment to daydream freely.

“Sounds good.”
Yunjue was used to things being done for her. She accepted whatever came her way and rarely objected.

“Mama.”
Seeing that her mother was no longer watching her sister, Yunjue reached up and climbed into Wen Huaxi’s lap.

That ended the conversation completely.

Wen Huaxi had nothing more to say.

If her daughter wanted to be laid-back, that was fine. At least she had a soft and easygoing personality.

“I don’t think either of us were ever like this.”

That night, Wen Huaxi lay in bed and shared her thoughts with her wife, wondering how their daughters could have such different personalities.

“Not necessarily. We should ask my mom. Maybe I really was like this when I was little,” Yan Qinglan said.
Some of her perfectionist habits and work ethic had only formed after she had been taken away from her family.

“It’s fine. At least we’ve experienced two completely different types of parenting,” Wen Huaxi said with a quiet laugh.

“What are your plans next month? Didn’t Director Qin offer you a new film?”

There was a moment of silence before Yan Qinglan spoke softly. Her voice carried a trace of sleepiness.

“He did. It’s in the north. I’ve never been there before. Will you come with me?”

Wen Huaxi rolled over and rested her head on Yan Qinglan’s chest, looking up at her.

“Of course. Wherever you go, I’ll go too.”

Yan Qinglan reached out and gently stroked her hair.

“That’s right. We’ll always be together.”

“Yes. Always together.”

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