Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood (LILY, ABO) - Chapter 4

Wen Huaxi shivered when her sensitive ear was suddenly bitten. She instinctively took two steps back and forcefully pulled her earlobe free.

But Yan Qinglan had already entered the house. She turned around and locked the door behind her. Wearing a warm, polite smile, she fixed her eyes on Wen Huaxi without blinking.

Wen Huaxi swallowed hard.

Now she really had nowhere to run.

Once Yan Qinglan stepped inside, there was no place to hide.

“Sister, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Facing Yan Qinglan’s sharp and dangerous gaze, Wen Huaxi took another step back and forced a smile to cover her unease.

“You came to the door. If not to lock it, then what were you planning to do?”

Yan Qinglan lowered her gaze and gave a short laugh. Step by step, she closed the distance between them.

This was not the first time Wen Huaxi had felt the force of Yan Qinglan’s presence.

In her previous life, those moments usually came in intimate situations. Back then, she had welcomed that pressure, even enjoyed it.

She would lower her head just enough to seem submissive, luring Yan Qinglan into treating her gently.

And when things were too slow, she would grab Yan Qinglan’s collar or act stubborn, saying something provocative.

It always ended with intensity, like a summer storm pounding down. Painful but thrilling.

But now, both of them were fully sober.

Wen Huaxi had been reborn, and Yan Qinglan had not experienced those four years of closeness. She would never dare touch her for real.

So now, the pressure Yan Qinglan gave off felt truly frightening. Like a snake hissing right at her.

“Or were you just helping Sister open the door?” Yan Qinglan spoke again, her voice calm but filled with something dangerous.

Pulled out of her thoughts, Wen Huaxi looked up and found Yan Qinglan suddenly standing right in front of her. It was like seeing a ghost appear without warning. Her legs buckled.

She almost fell.

But she didn’t hit the ground.

Yan Qinglan reached out and caught her by the waist, holding her close. Just like last night, the two were suddenly pressed together, too close for comfort.

Yan Qinglan’s hand stayed firmly on her waist, keeping her completely pinned in place. Her other hand rose to gently touch the base of Wen Huaxi’s ear.

“Xiaoxi, tell me. What did I do to upset you? I can change if you tell me.”

She gently played with her ear for a moment, then let go.

The sudden loss of support made Wen Huaxi lose her balance, and she dropped to the floor.

But she didn’t fall all the way.

Yan Qinglan caught her by the collar and forcefully pulled her up, forcing Wen Huaxi to look straight into her eyes.

That finally snapped Wen Huaxi back to her senses. She grabbed Yan Qinglan’s wrist and tried to pry her hand away.

Yan Qinglan narrowed her eyes. Her expression grew even more dangerous. She tightened her grip.

“It hurts,” Wen Huaxi gasped. Her breathing became labored, and her eyes turned red. Without thinking, she bit Yan Qinglan’s hand.

Neither of them won this silent battle.

Yan Qinglan sat down on the sofa, silently wiping her injured hand. The usual gentle smile on her face was gone, even the one that usually lingered when she slept.

She was not angry. She just found it gross that Wen Huaxi had gotten saliva on her hand.

After using an alcohol wipe, she carefully cleaned her hand again with three kinds of soap and two different scented washes. Only then did she calm down.

Meanwhile, Wen Huaxi sat at the dining table, rubbing her neck where she had been held.

Yan Qinglan had used real force. That dangerous beauty in her eyes made it seem like she didn’t care whether Wen Huaxi lived or died.

Wen Huaxi was so upset that she could barely eat. She puffed out her cheeks, took a few forced bites, and then, when Yan Qinglan came back into the room, she intentionally dropped her chopsticks.

The loud clatter grabbed Yan Qinglan’s attention and pulled her gaze back to her.

“You hurt me.” Wen Huaxi was the first to accuse. If you looked closely, you could even see tears gathering in her eyes.

Strangely, it made her look a little cute.

Yan Qinglan glanced over and walked toward the table.

Wen Huaxi left her half-finished meal and tried to run, but Yan Qinglan caught her by the collar again.

Why were her clothes so easy for Yan Qinglan to grab? She needed to change into something tighter next time. Let her try catching her then.

And she was going to buy that outfit with Yan Qinglan’s money too.

That would serve her right.

“Let go of me!” Wen Huaxi struggled, hitting Yan Qinglan’s arm. But all she did was hurt her own gland.

“You are so annoying. I want a divorce!”

Even so, Yan Qinglan didn’t let go. Wen Huaxi fought harder and harder, and in the heat of the moment, she blurted out what she had been hiding.

Yan Qinglan thought for a moment, then changed her hold. She wrapped her arm around Wen Huaxi’s waist and pushed her down onto the opposite sofa. Then she kicked a chair toward her and made her sit.

Wen Huaxi was furious. She tried to escape a few more times, but each time Yan Qinglan pulled her back.

In the end, to make sure the conversation could actually happen, Yan Qinglan tied a red ribbon around Wen Huaxi’s wrist. She held the other end herself.

Now Wen Huaxi was like a prisoner, trapped within a small circle. She could not escape.

“How could you tie me up? It’s not like we are…”

Halfway through, Wen Huaxi could not hold back anymore. Tears poured out uncontrollably.

She sobbed as she listed all the awful things her wife had done. At least ninety percent of it, Yan Qinglan knew she had never actually done.

This girl really loved to exaggerate.

Yan Qinglan let out a soft sigh.

She had purposely said she would be home late tonight just to see what Wen Huaxi would do.

Apparently, she had arrived at the perfect time.

Five minutes passed. Wen Huaxi was still crying without stopping. Her sobs only grew louder, and her words began to blur until all she could say was “I want a divorce.”

She could not even wipe her tears. Her entire face was a mess.

Logically, she should not have looked good.

But watching her cry so freely, her face flushed and wet with tears, Yan Qinglan actually found her kind of adorable.

Maybe it was because Wen Huaxi was just that beautiful. No matter what expression she made, she still looked stunning.

Another five minutes passed. Wen Huaxi finally stopped wailing and began to cry quietly.

“I want… a divorce.”

She still had enough strength to say the words. After she finished, she glanced at Yan Qinglan, watching closely for a reaction.

And at that moment, Yan Qinglan understood.

This little girl was probably crying this hard on purpose, trying to get her sympathy.

Wen Huaxi had clearly gone in the wrong direction.

“Go on. Keep crying,” Yan Qinglan said, crossing her arms as she leaned back on the sofa. Her smile was more dazzling than usual, highlighting every one of her refined features.

“You actually look quite cute when you cry. I haven’t seen enough.”

Her words, however, sounded cold and heartless, like something a cruel villain would say.

Wen Huaxi was caught off guard.

Why wasn’t she following the script?

How could she be this shameless?

She held back the rest of her tears, bit her lower lip, and glared fiercely at Yan Qinglan.

But Yan Qinglan didn’t seem bothered at all.

In fact, she thought her angry look was rather adorable. Maybe she should find more chances to make her cry.

Wen Huaxi was still sniffing, her face wet with tears and filled with sadness.

Yan Qinglan didn’t offer to wipe her face. Instead, she tried to reason with her.

“Xiaoxi, if you promise not to run, I’ll let go. You can wipe your tears. What do you think?”

Wen Huaxi opened her mouth to refuse, but Yan Qinglan added something else.

“If not, I don’t mind making you cry for another thirty minutes using other methods.”

She really did enjoy watching Wen Huaxi cry. Ten minutes felt far too short.

Maybe next time, she should record it. After all, they were married. It wasn’t like she would share the video.

“What kind of methods?”

Wen Huaxi regretted asking the moment the words came out. She bit her lip again, but it was too late.

Yan Qinglan pulled her closer, placed a firm hand on her waist, untied the ribbon, and then retied it in a different position.

Then, with a reluctant expression, she reached out to wipe Wen Huaxi’s face. It looked as if she were dealing with something unpleasant.

Wen Huaxi felt wronged.

She was a young beauty in full bloom, publicly admired at school.

And this woman actually had the nerve to treat her like she was dirty?

It was just a few tears. It wasn’t like she was filthy.

Wen Huaxi was on the verge of crying again when Yan Qinglan suddenly pinched her earlobe hard, then bit down on her neck.

Her waist, ear, and neck all ached at once. Wen Huaxi was forced to tilt her head back, overcome by the discomfort.

Tears welled up again, not from emotion, but from pain.

Then Yan Qinglan quickly let go. She gently wrapped an arm around her and slowly caressed the spot behind her ear.

Her fingers trailed down, smudging Wen Huaxi’s lipstick. The touch was soft, like a dream, but the sensation on her skin was real. The tingling feeling spread from her cheek down to her neck.

Wen Huaxi was no longer truly twenty years old. She had lived a lifetime before and had shared far more intimate moments with Yan Qinglan.

Being teased like this, her body responded immediately. Heat surged up all at once.

These weren’t ordinary tears anymore. They were driven by something else entirely.

Her hands trembled behind her back. In truth, her entire body was trembling, trying desperately to control a rising need.

She never expected Yan Qinglan, who had always been so proper and distant due to her aversion to touch, to suddenly initiate such direct physical contact.

And in such an obvious, provocative way.

Yan Qinglan was surprised as well.

She had always disliked getting too close to others.

But when she saw Wen Huaxi, all she wanted to do was tease her. Even bully her a little.

Her hand moved across Wen Huaxi’s face naturally, as if she had done it many times before.

But she had only known Wen Huaxi for a month. And during most of that time, she rarely stayed home overnight. When she did return, it was always late.

There had never been a moment like this between them.

It was strange. But if it didn’t make her uncomfortable, then perhaps there was no harm in disciplining this mischievous girl a little more.

“Don’t push your luck.”

Just as Yan Qinglan was about to part Wen Huaxi’s lips, Wen Huaxi turned her head and quickly avoided her.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to. I got carried away.”

Yan Qinglan finally noticed something unusual in Wen Huaxi’s condition and realized she may have gone too far. She withdrew her hand.

Wen Huaxi felt awful.

Her entire body was burning, as if she had been dropped into boiling oil.

Not even the air conditioning in the house could cool her down.

The bl00d vessels in her eyes had turned red, and the sight was unsettling. Yan Qinglan touched the tip of her nose, a little embarrassed.

Then she noticed it.

A faint scent had begun to fill the air—light and sweet, like cherry blossoms. It wasn’t strong, but it was enough to catch her attention.

She froze for a moment before finally realizing what was happening.

She had accidentally triggered her omega’s heat.

Her hand trembled slightly. For once, she felt herself losing the calm composure she always maintained.