Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood (LILY, ABO) - Chapter 1
“Xixi, want to go out tonight?” A woman’s voice came through the phone.
The woman called “Xixi” was sitting alone in a bar, lazily twirling a strand of her red hair. Her gaze was fixed on one spot, and her eyes gleamed faintly.
“I’m afraid I can’t. There’s something going on at home tonight,” Wen Huaxi replied. Her expression was tired, and in front of her sat only a glass of lemon water.
If it weren’t still early, before the bar got busy, someone like her would have been asked to leave already.
“Isn’t it you and your sister… oh, right, your wife. Your wife is really something. Does she insist on having you by her side every day?” Qiao Shinian teased with a hint of complaint in her voice.
She wasn’t exactly close to Wen Huaxi, just slightly more than dinner buddies. She knew a few things about her, but not much.
Like now, Qiao Shinian misunderstood what Wen Huaxi meant. She thought Huaxi was being controlled by a clingy wife who never gave her space.
This month alone, Qiao had invited Wen Huaxi out at least five times. Each time, Wen Huaxi turned her down, always saying she had things to take care of at home.
It made sense. Wen Huaxi was only twenty, already considered young for marriage.
Unless the relationship was incredibly strong, most people would date for a few more years before settling down.
Wen Huaxi didn’t bother to explain further.
After hanging up, she turned her head again, still looking at the same spot.
There sat a breathtakingly beautiful woman. Her long black hair was styled into a graceful knot, and a butterfly-shaped hairpin rested delicately in place. It looked as if it were fluttering through a garden, pausing just for her.
Her features were elegant and striking, with a classic beauty that gave her a timeless charm. Yet she wore a pale blue floral dress that softened her look. The corners of her eyes were subtly elongated with eyeliner, and a single beauty mark sat beneath one eye like a teardrop.
When she spoke with the bartender, her expression carried a cool and fragile air, as if she could shatter with the slightest touch.
Wen Huaxi stared at the butterfly hairpin for a second longer. Her grip on the lemon water tightened.
That hairpin wasn’t from her. She didn’t know which other woman had given it to her.
In her past life, she had seen Yan Qinglan wear that hairpin often and had asked about it.
Yan Qinglan never answered.
Right now, Yan Qinglan was still chatting and laughing with a younger girl. Whatever she said had made the girl blush deeply. The girl then tilted her head, sweetly leaning her ear closer to listen.
Yan Qinglan didn’t hesitate. She reached out and touched the girl’s flushed earlobe.
Wen Huaxi closed her eyes and finished her lemon water in one gulp.
Her mood was no better than the taste in her mouth.
Sour and bitter, yet somehow bland.
The rising sadness inside her was quickly suppressed by the cold air brushing against her skin.
She picked up her bag and decided not to stay any longer.
As she walked past the bar, Yan Qinglan didn’t even notice her.
“A Lan, what is it?” the bartender asked. She had noticed the red-haired woman walking past.
That bright red hair looked like a flame. Her beauty stood out so much that even in a bar full of attractive people, it was impossible not to notice her.
Of course the bartender had seen A Lan staring at the woman who had just left.
She felt nervous, worried that an important guest might be slipping away. She spoke up as a reminder.
“Nothing,” Yan Qinglan replied, pulling back her gaze.
Some people had gotten too bold, breaking the rules. It was time for discipline.
Wen Huaxi heard the entire exchange, but her steps never paused.
Only after leaving the bar did she realize how foolish she must have looked.
The woman she had been staring at for so long, the one she couldn’t take her eyes off, was her wife.
By now, they had been officially married for a month.
Tonight, Wen Huaxi had come to catch her in the act.
Unfortunately, even after watching Yan Qinglan flirt so openly, and even though Yan Qinglan probably sensed her displeasure, there was nothing she could say.
They had a marriage agreement. Each of them lived their own life. That was normal.
The problem was, Wen Huaxi had feelings for Yan Qinglan.
She had liked her since she was fifteen, ever since that unexpected encounter.
Wen Huaxi entered the house without showing any emotion.
She had gone to find Yan Qinglan tonight only to confirm something.
In her past life, she hadn’t realized how unfaithful Yan Qinglan was at this time. She had thought the CEO was just busy with work, and waited at home alone for over a month.
At the same time, Yan Qinglan’s distant and unpredictable behavior had made her heart beat faster. That love she had felt as a teenager had only grown deeper and more serious.
Wen Huaxi thought for a moment, then decided to lock the door.
She had thought the car crash had killed her for good.
But when she opened her eyes, she wasn’t just alive. She had gone back in time to four years ago, to the moment right after she and Yan Qinglan had gotten married.
She spent nearly a month unsure and afraid, wondering if she would suddenly return to her death.
After confirming she was here to stay, she finally decided it was time to enjoy life.
And the first thing she needed to do was end her feelings for Yan Qinglan.
There were too many good things in the world. Since fate had given her a second chance, there was no reason to stay trapped in the past.
Yan Qinglan was not getting into this house again.
She was most likely out partying tonight anyway. She probably didn’t even think of her contract wife, let alone coming home.
Wen Huaxi locked the door, got herself some fruit, put on a face mask, and turned on the massage chair and television.
She had no guilt at all while enjoying the comforts of the luxury home the Yan family had bought for them. She let out a satisfied sigh.
Was she out of her mind in her past life?
She had all these comforts and never used them. Instead, her entire heart had been tied to Yan Qinglan. She had been desperate to win her love.
And because of that, she had even suffered during her heat cycle.
No. There was no need to bring up painful memories.
That was in the past. It was over now.
This time, she would start fresh.
Some people are simply born without hearts. Wen Huaxi could never cut her own in half to give it away.
There was no point forcing something that would never happen.
It was three o’clock in the morning.
The television was still on in the living room.
Wen Huaxi had fallen asleep in the massage chair. The hydrating face mask was still clinging to her face, and her eyes were closed.
A loud and urgent knocking sound woke her up.
Still half-asleep, she sat up slowly. The face mask slid off her face.
Once she was fully awake, she ignored the knocking that was growing even more impatient. She calmly tossed the face mask aside and turned off the TV.
Then she reached for her phone and saw more than ten missed calls.
Every single one was from the same person.
Her flirtatious, contract-bound wife, Yan Qinglan.
It looked like A Lan had been locked out by her.
Thinking about Yan Qinglan’s anxious expression as she stood outside the door, Wen Huaxi couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction in her heart.
In her past life, Wen Huaxi had waited at home for Yan Qinglan countless times.
Now, it was only fair for Yan Qinglan to find out how long she could stand waiting outside the door.
Wen Huaxi yawned and leaned back into the sofa, her eyes half-closed as she stared at her phone.
One call. Two calls. Three.
By the time Yan Qinglan called for the fourth time, Wen Huaxi finally answered.
“Xiaoxi, stop being difficult.” That was the first thing Yan Qinglan said.
Wen Huaxi let out a quiet laugh.
Same old Yan Qinglan. Still as full of herself as ever.
“President Yan, who exactly is the one being difficult here?” she replied in a sharp, mocking tone, one she often used when she wanted to annoy someone.
Yan Qinglan paused, caught off guard and unsure how to respond.
Something felt different. Wen Huaxi wasn’t acting like her usual self tonight.
Normally, her contract wife was obedient, agreeable, always following her lead without question.
But tonight, there was a clear edge in her voice. She even called her “President Yan,” so formal and distant.
In the past, Wen Huaxi either called her “A Lan” or “Sister Qing.”
She never used a title like that.
Yan Qinglan was certain the red-haired woman she had seen at the bar earlier was Wen Huaxi.
She hadn’t even brought up the fact that Wen Huaxi had followed her yet.
And now Wen Huaxi wanted to talk?
They were just contract partners. Who she saw or what she did had nothing to do with Wen Huaxi.
Still, she had to get back inside the house. If she couldn’t please her tonight, she’d have to spend the night at the office.
The Yan family wouldn’t allow her, a married woman, to go elsewhere.
“Xiaoxi, be good. Open the door for your sister. It’s really cold out here.”
Her tone softened. She used the same sweet voice she often used to coax younger women.
If Wen Huaxi were really twenty years old and still in love with her, that voice would have worked like a charm.
But unfortunately, Wen Huaxi had been reborn.
“President Yan, we only have a contractual relationship. Don’t you think calling yourself ‘sister’ is a bit too familiar?”
She wasn’t throwing a tantrum. She was simply speaking slowly and calmly, determined to make Yan Qinglan wait longer at the door.
“You’re being silly, Xiaoxi. We’re married, aren’t we? I’m nine years older than you. What’s wrong with me calling myself your sister?”
Yan Qinglan couldn’t figure out what Wen Huaxi was really up to tonight. Was she playing some trick or trying to get something from her?
While coaxing her, she made a mental note to change the fingerprint lock on the house.
But even the best lock wouldn’t help if Wen Huaxi came home earlier than she did and locked her out again.
What a hassle. Hopefully this was just a one-time whim.
As she realized that Wen Huaxi still had no intention of letting her inside, Yan Qinglan sighed.
“Xiaoxi, please. Just open the door for your sister. I’ll agree to one condition, anything you ask.”
At those words, Wen Huaxi paused. Her interest was clearly piqued.
“Then Sister Qing has to keep her word. My request is very complicated,” Wen Huaxi said as she finally got up to unlock the door.
“I will. Xiaoxi is my wife. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
To Yan Qinglan, this was just another way to sweet-talk a young girl.
She agreed without hesitation. It never even crossed her mind that Wen Huaxi might ask for something she couldn’t give.
Girls her age usually just wanted bags, perfumes, or makeup.
Wen Huaxi was new in the entertainment industry. If she wanted a role, Yan Qinglan could easily arrange it.
From that perspective, the girl was still pretty cute.
When she saw the doorknob turn, Yan Qinglan smirked.
So simple. So easy to fool. So beautiful. How could she not be lovable?
She didn’t have any real feelings for Wen Huaxi. She didn’t know her well and had no desire to.
She lifted her foot, preparing to walk inside.
But just as one foot crossed the threshold, Wen Huaxi pushed the door shut again, blocking her from entering.
“Xiaoxi, you…” Yan Qinglan was caught completely off guard.
Her perfect smile faltered slightly. The corner of her mouth twitched, though her eyes still looked gentle and composed.
“Sister Qing, I haven’t said my request yet. What if you can’t do it, and I already let you in? Wouldn’t that be a loss on my part?” Wen Huaxi said with a smile.
But the way she smiled now felt more like a siren or Medusa. Beautiful, yes, but dangerous and full of hidden intentions.
“Then tell me first,” Yan Qinglan replied.
She knew Wen Huaxi had outmaneuvered her, but she didn’t get angry.
Still, her tone had changed. She no longer used sweet nicknames.
“Alright, I’ll say it then. And Sister, you can’t refuse me.” Wen Huaxi suddenly stepped in closer.
“I want a divorce.”
The words exploded in Yan Qinglan’s ears.