Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood (LILY, ABO) - Chapter 2

Yan Qinglan’s lips twitched slightly. For a moment, she couldn’t tell whether the girl in front of her was joking or seriously asking for a divorce.

“Xiaoxi, don’t joke like that.”

She closed her eyes, then looked at Wen Huaxi again. The warmth and tenderness that used to fill her gaze were now completely gone.

All that remained was a cold, distant look, like frost in early January. It was beautiful in its own way, but deeply unsettling.

“You know that’s not going to happen.”

Her tone stayed calm and even. If not for the change in her expression, no one would have guessed she was upset at all.

They had been arguing at the door for at least forty minutes. From the moment she arrived, Wen Huaxi had been making such an unreasonable demand. Yan Qinglan truly didn’t understand how she had the courage.

Or maybe she had never imagined that this girl, who once looked at her like she was her whole world, would one day want to leave her.

Besides, they had already agreed on everything when they signed the contract a month ago.

“Xiaoxi, let me in, please. I brought you some pastries. We can have them together in the morning, alright?”

Yan Qinglan spoke gently. Any emotion that might have risen in her eyes had already been buried again. She returned to that soft, harmless appearance she always used.

Wen Huaxi let out a small, sarcastic laugh.

Yan Qinglan was always like this.

She knew how to speak sweetly. In her previous life, Wen Huaxi had been completely swept away by her words.

Every time she thought Yan Qinglan was finally ready to settle down and live like a real couple, she would repeat the same old behavior. She would go out and say the same sweet things to other beautiful strangers that she once said to Wen Huaxi.

Was it too much? Wen Huaxi lowered her eyes. There was still a smile on her lips.

If she didn’t love Yan Qinglan, it wouldn’t matter.

They were only in a contract marriage. Before the wedding, Yan Qinglan had made it clear that she would live her own life.

And Wen Huaxi had agreed.

So really, it was her own fault. The only mistake she made was holding onto hope.

Yan Qinglan was like a butterfly, born to be free.

She should have let that butterfly go.

“What kind of pastries did Sister Qing bring? If they’re too cheap, I probably won’t eat them.”

Since her divorce request had been temporarily denied, Wen Huaxi could only continue arguing with Yan Qinglan.

But Yan Qinglan was almost out of patience.

She pushed the door with more force, widening the gap slightly, and slipped a hand through.

Wen Huaxi clearly didn’t expect that.

She knew Yan Qinglan was strong, especially in certain situations.

But she had been distracted by their conversation and had forgotten to stay alert.

Maybe it was also because Yan Qinglan looked so harmless. In the end, it was enough to fool her again.

Yan Qinglan grabbed Wen Huaxi’s hand.

She couldn’t fight back. Within moments, Yan Qinglan took advantage of the opening and stepped inside.

Yan Qinglan quickly shut the door behind her and locked it.

Then she pulled her mischievous contract wife, who had been stalking her and locking her out, into her arms. She leaned in close, forcing Wen Huaxi to bend slightly backward.

Yan Qinglan’s flawless face appeared right in front of Wen Huaxi’s eyes, so close that she could count each eyelash and see the tiny hairs on her skin.

Their breaths mingled in the small space between them.

The hand around her waist was unexpectedly warm. The heat traveled upward, making Wen Huaxi shiver.

Something didn’t feel right. She instinctively tried to escape.

But Yan Qinglan held her waist even tighter.

Even though there was so much pressure on such a sensitive spot, Wen Huaxi didn’t feel pain.

It was as if the feeling in her waist had disappeared, leaving only her heart to be tugged by the intimacy. The sensation was somewhere between a tickle and an ache.

Yan Qinglan lowered her gaze again, drawing closer until the tips of their noses touched.

Wen Huaxi felt dizzy, as if this dangerously seductive woman in front of her had taken her breath away.

Yan Qinglan’s breath brushed against her lips, ticklish and warm. It stirred something inside her, made her feel a little thirsty.

They had kissed before.

In Wen Huaxi’s previous life, during the days when they were preparing for divorce.

Not just once like a light peck, but almost every day.

For three months, every time they met, within a few words, her waist would be held, and her lips kissed.

It was as if something about her drew Yan Qinglan in like a predator, hungry to consume her.

Yan Qinglan had once kissed her with wild desperation. Not like now, but with force, biting and pulling.

It was less a kiss and more like punishment.

She had looked like a hunter at the top of the food chain, completely in control.

One look was enough to trap Wen Huaxi in place.

Back then, Wen Huaxi never thought of running away.

She obeyed, but never lowered her head.

Her resistance carried a quiet kind of temptation. Again and again, she tested Yan Qinglan’s limits, making this beautiful serpent wrap around her even tighter.

As if she actually liked her.

Another breath skimmed her lips. Wen Huaxi couldn’t help but close her eyes, feeling like she had gone back to those days ruled by desire.

Her good wife was about to kiss her, like any couple in love.

Yan Qinglan looked at the wife in front of her, waiting for a kiss, and let out a soft laugh. There was teasing in that laugh, though she made sure Wen Huaxi couldn’t hear it.

So this whole talk about divorce was just a way of asking for a kiss.

This stubborn girl still liked her after all.

Feeling like she had completely seen through Wen Huaxi’s thoughts, Yan Qinglan gently touched her cheek.

But she wasn’t going to give her that kiss. Not yet.

Even if Wen Huaxi was the most special out of all her admirers, and even if their relationship was the closest.

Still, she could offer her something else.

Just a little comfort. After all, she didn’t want to upset this girl too much.

In the end, they weren’t even playing lovers. They were nothing more than a couple on paper.

Yan Qinglan didn’t need love.

Until her lips were pressed by a finger, Wen Huaxi didn’t realize something was wrong.

When she opened her eyes, she was still in Yan Qinglan’s arms, the two of them holding a very intimate position.

Her lips were gently touched, pressed again and again.

From the corner of her mouth to the center of her lips, Wen Huaxi started to feel numb. She instinctively tried to avoid the touch, but her chin was held in place.

She was forced to stay still, unable to move even the angle of her head.

She had no choice but to accept the finger’s teasing. It slid and flicked across her lips.

A soft mist clouded Wen Huaxi’s eyes. Only then did Yan Qinglan let her go, using the same finger that had made her so uncomfortable to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eye.

It felt more like completing a task than anything else. Yan Qinglan didn’t linger and went upstairs to her room.

Wen Huaxi remained where she was, trying to steady her breathing.

In their four years of marriage in her past life, Yan Qinglan had never truly had feelings for her. It was impossible that a few words today could have changed that.

So Wen Huaxi knew, whether it was flirtation or intimacy, none of it meant anything.

It was just Yan Qinglan fulfilling what she believed to be a wife’s duty.

In her past life, except for the final accident, Yan Qinglan had always acted this way.

This incident was no different. She was using what she thought Wen Huaxi liked to comfort her and stop her from making a scene with the Yan family.

Wen Huaxi patted her cheeks, pulling herself back to reality.

She needed to come up with another plan for the divorce.

As long as her marriage status remained tied, she couldn’t start fresh or look for anyone new.

Being tied down like this was uncomfortable and suffocating.

This marriage had to end.

Before returning to her room, Wen Huaxi noticed the dessert Yan Qinglan had brought home.

One pudding and two macarons.

The portion and the type made it clear that Yan Qinglan had bought them for herself.

Wen Huaxi forced a smile.

She had known better than to believe anything that hypocrite said.

The next morning, Wen Huaxi surprisingly woke up early.

It felt good to be back on campus.

The university was still on summer break. She didn’t have anything to do and could have slept until noon.

But by then, Yan Qinglan would already be at work. Who knew when they would see each other again? There were still things that needed to be discussed.

Yan Qinglan was brushing her teeth when Wen Huaxi walked past her room. She slowed her steps on purpose and turned her head, locking eyes with the woman inside.

They stared at each other in silence.

Wen Huaxi quickly turned away and walked off, pretending nothing had happened.

Being caught sneaking a glance at the smiley-faced tiger was way too awkward.

Just thinking of that slightly fierce and confused look in Yan Qinglan’s eyes gave her chills.

Could she claim it wasn’t on purpose?

After all, it wasn’t her fault Yan Qinglan didn’t shut the door.

When Yan Qinglan finished freshening up and sat at the breakfast table, she was greeted by a cheerful smile.

“Good morning, Xiaoxi.” Yan Qinglan also put on her usual flawless smile, acting as though nothing had happened earlier.

“I brought you some dessert.” She seemed to hesitate for a second, then slid one macaron over to Wen Huaxi.

“Qing-jie,” Wen Huaxi said, pressing down lightly on the small plate.

“I don’t like things that sweet.”

Especially not in the morning. Wen Huaxi preferred light flavors and had no tolerance for overly sugary snacks.

Yan Qinglan’s expression didn’t change. She reached out to take back the macaron.

“But since it’s from you, I guess I’ll force myself to eat it,” Wen Huaxi added.

Before Yan Qinglan could react, Wen Huaxi snatched the pink macaron and took a bite.

She did it on purpose, of course.

After four years together, and having once loved Yan Qinglan deeply, she knew all her habits.

Obsessive about cleanliness, slightly compulsive, and addicted to sweets. There were always a few desserts stored in the house.

Getting her to share even a single bite of her dessert was no easy feat.

Wen Huaxi wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.

Yan Qinglan’s expression began to crack.

It would have been fine if Wen Huaxi hadn’t bitten it. But she did.

There was no way to take the macaron back now.

Yan Qinglan had the strong feeling that this girl was doing it on purpose.

She quietly pulled her hand away and made a mental note to hide her desserts next time. She also decided not to mention them to Wen Huaxi again.

If she hadn’t been so eager to go upstairs and rest last night, she wouldn’t have let her know about the desserts in the first place.

She had planned to live off that dessert for the whole day.

Wen Huaxi thought the macaron tasted better than expected and glanced at the only one left in front of Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan instinctively protected it, pulling the plate closer and further from Wen Huaxi’s reach.

Her hand had already moved, but when she saw Wen Huaxi’s playful smile, Yan Qinglan felt utterly embarrassed.

“Qing-jie, don’t you think one is a little too few? I mean, the little biscuit you bought me is really tasty, but it’s so tiny.”

Wen Huaxi emphasized the words “you bought me” to remind Yan Qinglan of what she had promised her just a few hours ago.

“It’s called a macaron,” Yan Qinglan muttered, her obsessive side kicking in. She felt the need to correct her.

But while she was distracted, Wen Huaxi saw the perfect chance and snatched the last macaron.

“Xiaoxi…” Yan Qinglan said softly. Wen Huaxi hadn’t bitten it yet, but she had already touched it.

Yan Qinglan couldn’t accept that. She had to give up on the macaron completely.

She clenched her teeth, trying to keep her voice gentle.

“What’s wrong, Qing-jie? Didn’t you buy it for me?” Wen Huaxi asked, then took a bite of the macaron.

Yan Qinglan had no comeback. For the first time, she truly understood what it felt like to shoot yourself in the foot.

She should have talked about bags or clothes last night, not food.

“…Fine. But not even half for me?”

Yan Qinglan cleared her throat, straightened her expression, and looked at Wen Huaxi with her usual innocent face.

Her eyes were filled with forced tolerance, soft and pitiful, as if she was hoping Wen Huaxi would show some kindness.

Unfortunately, after being reborn, Wen Huaxi’s heart was harder than stone.

Especially when it came to her unfaithful “ex-wife.”

“Then how about I feed you half, Sister Lan?” Wen Huaxi asked sweetly.

She acted as if she was playing along, holding half of the macaron between her lips.

She leaned in close. The macaron was about to touch Yan Qinglan’s mouth.

Yan Qinglan reacted as if she had seen a ghost and quickly fled to the kitchen to bring out the real breakfast.

Wen Huaxi happily finished the rest of the macaron and, without any guilt, opened the box to start on the pudding.