Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood (LILY, ABO) - Chapter 8
So it really was about catching that rumored new wife in the act.
Meng Qingzhou looked up at Yan Qinglan with no trace of resentment, only a hint of surprise.
“So Qinglan rushed over just to find you,” Meng Qingzhou said, her voice gentle but her eyes sharp as they shifted slowly toward Wen Huaxi.
“You even called me out just to come to a hotel… to meet your newlywed wife.”
She stopped short of finishing her sentence, but everyone in the room knew what she meant.
Wen Huaxi’s expression instantly turned cold.
She remembered this woman.
In her past life, Meng Qingzhou had encouraged Yan Qinglan to divorce her.
At the time, Wen Huaxi still liked Yan Qinglan and had refused no matter what. Things escalated all the way to Madam Yan, Yan Mingzhu.
Yan Mingzhu had met with Meng Qingzhou once. They had a private lunch. Whatever they discussed, it had kept Meng Qingzhou quiet for a while.
It wasn’t until the contract ended and Wen Huaxi, disheartened, agreed to the divorce that Meng Qingzhou showed up again.
Wen Huaxi had always believed that Meng Qingzhou was deeply in love with Yan Qinglan—maybe just as much as she had been.
So even though Meng Qingzhou had never done or said anything overt to her, Wen Huaxi had always felt uneasy toward her.
After being reborn, when she thought about her suspicious car accident, Meng Qingzhou had been her first suspect.
Now, seeing her deliberately waiting in the car and delivering that passive-aggressive remark, Wen Huaxi’s face showed no warmth.
“Qingzhou, why are you still here?” Yan Qinglan immediately sensed the tension building between the two. She also knew Wen Huaxi had a sharp tongue, so she quickly stepped in.
She hoped Meng Qingzhou would just leave. She could always make it up to her later.
As for Wen Huaxi, if she used this incident as another excuse to push for divorce, Yan Qinglan figured she could always explain again.
“But Aluan, you haven’t taken your car key yet,” Meng Qingzhou said as she dangled the black fob in her fingers.
“That was my oversight,” Yan Qinglan replied with a strained smile.
She knew exactly what Meng Qingzhou was trying to do.
Sitting in the car and waiting on purpose—this was already crossing a line.
Yan Qinglan should have been angry. She clenched her jaw and reached out to take the keys, trying hard to keep her temper in check.
Meng Qingzhou purposely pulled her hand back.
Yan Qinglan lost her balance but didn’t want to fall into Meng Qingzhou. She turned to look at Wen Huaxi for help.
Wen Huaxi wasn’t even looking her way. As if she had sensed it coming, she had already taken a step back.
A vein bulged on Yan Qinglan’s temple. She had to use all her strength to steady herself and not fall against Meng Qingzhou.
But even so, the two ended up standing very close. From Wen Huaxi’s perspective, the scene looked intimate.
Wen Huaxi suddenly let out a sharp laugh.
“So that’s why President Yan suddenly remembered to care about me. Turns out you came here to catch me cheating. Fine, I could have let that go. But you even brought your lover with you?”
She snatched her bag and takeaway container from Yan Qinglan’s hands.
Didn’t Meng Qingzhou always want her and Yan Qinglan to divorce?
Well, in this life, she didn’t even like Yan Qinglan anymore. She’d gladly make that wish come true.
“In the end, you two just handed me the evidence yourselves.”
She pulled out her phone, snapped a picture, and walked away without looking back.
“Xiaoxi!” Yan Qinglan finally regained her footing and hurried after her.
Meng Qingzhou remained in the car, silently smiling.
Now they should finally divorce, right?
She didn’t care if Yan Qinglan liked someone else or how many girls she was stringing along.
If it weren’t for the law, she wouldn’t even mind if Yan Qinglan married someone else while still with her.
She lowered her lashes and smoothed the smile from her lips.
Everything had come together effortlessly.
“Go be with her. I’m not stopping you. Yan Qinglan, you’re truly something. You insist on staying married to me while keeping someone else on the hook who clearly wants to marry you.”
Wen Huaxi walked briskly.
Yan Qinglan followed closely, keeping a one-meter distance.
“I wasn’t… she only gave me a ride. I was too tired to drive today. Xiaoxi, you misunderstood. There’s nothing between us,” Yan Qinglan said, still trying to explain.
Wen Huaxi didn’t even know who she was explaining to anymore.
She had made herself clear. Yan Qinglan didn’t care about her. So what was the point of these explanations?
“Is there something between you and me? Let’s be honest. We’re not a real couple. I don’t love you, and you don’t love me either.”
She suddenly turned to look at Yan Qinglan.
“So why explain anything? Let’s just divorce.”
All she wanted now was to be done with this marriage.
Everything Yan Qinglan had done today disgusted her.
Wen Huaxi suddenly covered her mouth. She hadn’t eaten much, just some of her favorite dishes and a bit of alcohol. But she still felt nauseous.
Yan Qinglan reached out to steady her.
If she hadn’t been feeling truly unwell, Wen Huaxi would have swatted her hand away immediately.
She waited a moment before doing it anyway.
Yan Qinglan held her arm where Wen Huaxi had struck it, standing silently nearby.
“Don’t act so innocent. What you need is a wife on paper. Whether it’s me or her, what difference does it make? Don’t tell me you can’t see what she’s trying to do.”
Wen Huaxi pulled out her phone and ordered a cab, then messaged a friend asking if she could crash for the night.
“I really didn’t know…” Yan Qinglan fell silent.
Because, deep down, she felt Wen Huaxi had a point.
She just didn’t know how to get past Madam Yan.
If she divorced quickly, then married again just as fast, how would the family view her?
After weighing the pros and cons, Yan Qinglan decided that coaxing Wen Huaxi back was still the best strategy.
“Xiaoxi, I’m sorry. I really was wrong. I won’t let her appear in front of you again.”
Yan Qinglan dropped the act. Her tone was more genuine than ever, catching Wen Huaxi off guard.
She considered it for a moment. But when Yan Qinglan moved closer and offered to carry her things, she snapped back to awareness.
She had almost fallen into this manipulative woman’s trap all over again.
Wen Huaxi elbowed Yan Qinglan aside, refusing to let her carry anything for her.
“Whether she shows up or not, I really don’t care. The only thing that matters is whether I can divorce you…”
The word divorce had barely left her lips when Yan Qinglan sucked in a sharp breath and staggered slightly, clutching the spot where Wen Huaxi had bumped into her.
Her pained gasp sounded alarmingly real. She nearly collapsed, her voice trembling as she called out “Xiaoxi” again and again, like a heartbroken lover being abandoned.
Wen Huaxi knew it was a trap. A deliberate act. A pathetic ploy for sympathy.
But that quivering voice still made her stop in her tracks.
She remembered that Yan Qinglan had an old injury in her lower back. It couldn’t handle much impact.
In her past life, during playful moments, even when Wen Huaxi threw her arms around her, she had to be careful never to put pressure on that area.
She turned around and saw Yan Qinglan hunched over, pressing her side, as if on the verge of tears from the pain.
In the end, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
Even if she let Yan Qinglan get hurt now, that didn’t guarantee she’d get the divorce she wanted.
Fine. She’d consider this payback—for her past self’s naïve affection.
She walked back and reached out to help her up.
Yan Qinglan gave her a pained but grateful smile and immediately took her hand. “Thank you for caring about me, Xiaoxi.”
“Let’s go home, Xiaoxi. I won’t lock the door early ever again.” Even that small matter, Yan Qinglan apologized for.
Wen Huaxi paused, stunned, staring at this woman who knew exactly how to appear fragile and elicit pity.
Those forest-colored eyes, so fox-like, were fixed on her with such intensity, they shimmered with a flickering light.
As if she were genuinely happy.
Wen Huaxi felt her heart tighten, for no good reason.
Then, she turned her gaze aside and suddenly pulled Yan Qinglan into her arms.
As she held her close, she realized there was very little joy in the embrace.
Yan Qinglan, however, was visibly surprised.
She had always been the one initiating affection in the past.
She was like a snake that slithered through the shadows—always hiding in dark, damp places, never weak, always at the top of the food chain.
Yet this time, being held so suddenly by Wen Huaxi, she didn’t feel annoyed.
It felt familiar.
As if they had embraced like this before.
A strange feeling—not unpleasant, just… inexplicable.
Yan Qinglan adjusted her posture and gently returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around Wen Huaxi from the other side.
“Shall we go home?” she whispered, brushing her fingers softly over Wen Huaxi’s cheek like a spring breeze.
Wen Huaxi’s eyes remained cold, but she smiled. Just then, her friend texted back to say she couldn’t host her for the night.
“Sure.”
It was just a temporary compromise. She wasn’t giving up on divorce.
From a distance, Meng Qingzhou had watched the whole thing unfold.
She frowned, genuinely confused at how Yan Qinglan had managed to calm her furious wife down.
Clearly, that girl didn’t seem completely indifferent to Yan Qinglan, but she also looked like someone determined to leave her behind.
After seeing them embrace, even if it had been forced and calculated, one would expect her to be disappointed and ready to walk away.
Yet, the outcome was just the opposite.
As the pair walked toward the car, Meng Qingzhou finally sighed and left.
There would be time.
Once in the car, Wen Huaxi didn’t sit in the front where Meng Qingzhou had been. She went straight to the back seat.
Yan Qinglan sprayed a bit of perfume, carefully wiped down the steering wheel and driver’s seat, then sat down, frowning slightly.
The long drive home was quiet. Neither of them wanted to break the silence.
Yan Qinglan’s back injury was aching, but it wasn’t so bad that she actually needed Wen Huaxi’s help.
She had been faking it. Thankfully, Wen Huaxi had taken the bait.
But how did Wen Huaxi know about her injury?
Had she been told? Or had she just felt guilty for accidentally hurting her?
Yan Qinglan was not a trusting person by nature. She glanced sideways at the woman beside her now strangely unfamiliar yet familiar to the core.
“You keep looking at me. Can you even drive straight like that, Sister Qinglan?” Wen Huaxi suddenly spoke up.
Yan Qinglan looked away with a composed smile. “If you weren’t watching me, how would you know I was looking at you?”
She tried to toss the question back, but Wen Huaxi didn’t take the bait. She just looked at her with that teasing smile, making it hard for Yan Qinglan to concentrate.
To shake off the tension, Yan Qinglan changed the subject.
“You seem to really dislike Meng Qingzhou. Do you know her before?”