After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 1

When Xie Shaoyun stepped out, she had no idea that Jiangcheng was experiencing a sudden drop in temperature.

Standing in the elevator, her nose was already red from the cold. A chilly wind crept up her legs, causing goosebumps to rise along the outer side of her right calf where an iris tattoo stretched. The once-bold petals now seemed to wilt slightly, as if recoiling from the cold.

Xie Shaoyun smirked faintly. This tattoo was one of her best works in recent years, an iris that shifted between two states depending on body temperature. She hadn’t anticipated that effect when she first inked it.

As the elevator descended, the cold became unbearable, and she considered turning back for a jacket. But just as the doors opened, her phone buzzed several times in succession.

She moved to a corner with better signal, balancing her bag in one hand while fishing out her phone with the other.

Scrolling through the messages from top to bottom:

First, from Xie Guangqi: “Your mother and I have an academic seminar this afternoon. Xiao Qing’s flight arrives at 3 PM at Jiangcheng Airport, Terminal 2. Pick her up for us.”

Despite his busy schedule, Xie Guangqi had thoughtfully included a screenshot of the flight details sent via MMS, no less without ever bothering to ask if Xie Shaoyun was free that day.

It was as if refusal wasn’t even an option.

Xie Shaoyun had plans to collect her medical report in the afternoon and had no intention of playing chauffeur. She was already drafting a rejection when Feng Cinian called.

Professor Feng was at the seminar with Professor Xie, her voice hushed.

She, too, left no room for refusal, simply instructing, “Qingqing hasn’t been back in four years. Now that she’s settled into a stable job, she won’t be leaving again. Take her around the city this afternoon, will you?”

“Jian Qing is back for work?” Xie Shaoyun froze, instinctively checking the date on her phone.

September 23, 2023,not September 23, 2025.

Her expression visibly darkened.

Jian Qing’s return wasn’t surprising, but her return for work was.

According to the original plotline, Jian Qing wasn’t supposed to come back for work until two years later. She was destined to become an international supermodel, skyrocketing to fame after a Victoria’s Secret show the following year.

But now, the timeline didn’t match.

Unless… Xie Shaoyun’s character-breaking actions had accelerated the plot.

That’s right, this was Misplaced White Moonlight, a melodramatic, angst-ridden novel.

In the original story, Chi Yi and Jian Qing had endured hardships together in their youth. Years later, Chi Yi sought Jian Qing out to repay her kindness, only to be deceived by Xie Shaoyun, the malicious foster sister who impersonated Jian Qing.

As a transmigrator, Xie Shaoyun had been required to live out the role from birth. Her memory had always been sharp, yet strangely, there were blank patches spanning several years.

It wasn’t until Chi Yi appeared that those memories gradually resurfaced. For two years, Chi Yi tutored the aimless Xie Shaoyun, helping her, a self-proclaimed lazybones get into university.

No matter how rebellious Xie Shaoyun acted, Chi Yi never gave up on her. Wearied by her relentless gentleness, Xie Shaoyun fell in love.

She worked hard to get into Southern University, worked hard to become the person Chi Yi loved.

She even disregarded her transmigrator identity entirely, the moment they graduated, she married Chi Yi.

Now, less than a month after their wedding, Jian Qing had returned from studying abroad.

This couldn’t be a coincidence.

Xie Shaoyun fell silent, her frown unrelenting.

She recalled a saying: Before a snow mountain collapses, not a single snowflake is innocent. Jian Qing’s early return could only mean one thing the plot was forcibly correcting itself.

On the other end of the line, Feng assumed Xie Shaoyun’s silence stemmed from resentment over their favoritism toward Jian Qing.

She could only advise, “Do you really want her to stay abroad forever? You grew up together, Jian Qing is practically like a half-adopted daughter to your father and me. Even if you don’t miss her, she’s always been attached to you. Last month, you didn’t even tell her about registering your marriage with Chi Yu. When Qingqing found out, she cried for ages.”

Xie Shaojun’s lips twitched. Ms. Feng must have some misunderstanding about Jian Qing. If Jian Qing cried, it was purely because she’d weep over a wilting flower, her tears were worthless.

Xie Shaojun’s bad mood was always written plainly on her face. She hooked a finger around her bag’s chain, wanting a piece of candy to avoid saying too much.

But the Pocky she’d bought last week had been replaced by Chi Yu with sugar-free ones, wrapped in lace-tied packaging high-end and classy, but with zero added sweetness and a rather unimpressive taste.

Xie Shaojun held it between her teeth without eating it. Clicking her tongue irritably, she said to Feng Cinian, “Mom, you’re so busy arranging things for me. did you forget I have work this afternoon?”

“Work?” At this, Ms. Feng lost all traces of the elegance befitting Jiangcheng’s “Feng Xiaoqing.” She took a deep breath, pressing down her frown perhaps mindful of the academic setting, she couldn’t outright scold someone.

Suppressing her voice, she walked to a corner, unwilling to even mention Xie Shaojun’s “unpresentable” tattoo work. She called her by her full name: “Xie Shaojun! You’re a married woman now, don’t pull this childish grudge-holding act. Let me tell you, Jian Qing’s father saved Old Xie’s life. He’s done our whole family a favor. No matter how much you disliked her as a kid, it’s time to let bygones be bygones. Whether you accept it or not, your father and I have never treated her as an outsider.”

“Wow, your stance is crystal clear,” Xie Shaojun retorted from her own perspective. “Your hearts are so biased, it’s ridiculous. Fine, fine, Jian Qing’s your real daughter, and I’m the adopted one.”

Used to bantering with Jiangcheng’s Ms. Feng Xiaoqing, Xie Shaojun’s tone was lazy. The words slipped out without much thought, leaving no shred of dignity for “Feng Xiaoqing.”

Professor Feng fell silent on the other end for a long moment.

“Your father and I didn’t mean it like that…”

The Xie elders were strict, but they weren’t entirely bad to Xie Shaojun. They’d never skimped on money growing up, and though Xie Shaojun often got spanked, there wasn’t a single thing she wanted to do that the old couple hadn’t allowed.

After all, the two professors carried themselves with dignified poise, yet they’d somehow raised a rebellious daughter who refused to conform. No matter how they disciplined her, nothing worked so when they got truly furious, they’d hit her. But they still wanted their daughter.

Naturally, Xie Shaojun, who got beaten regularly, couldn’t compare to the well-behaved Jian Qing.

Xie Shaojun had transmigrated into this world at birth and had genuine affection for the two professors. She also wasn’t about to fully embody the unreasonable, troublemaking, brainless villainess from the original novel her “evil” behavior was far less extreme than written.

She’d spoken harshly earlier because she was in a bad mood, it was a low blow. But she wasn’t about to backtrack and apologize either. Instead, she deflected with a laugh. “Alright, alright, it was just a joke, don’t take it so seriously. Any other orders, Professor Feng? Spit it out. You’re making this way too heavy it’s holding me up.”

When Ms. Feng saw her looking sloppy and utterly lacking the demure grace expected of a young lady, she instinctively wanted to reprimand her. But because of her earlier complaints, she softened her tone and coaxed her for a bit before saying, “Once you pick her up, go straight home. Don’t take Qingqing to those places you usually hang out and fool around. If Xiao Chi is free, I’d feel more at ease if you went with her to pick me up.”

Xie Shaojun’s face darkened instantly, and she abruptly hung up on Ms. Feng.

She sneered, if Jian Qing was back and Chi Yi was going to pick her up, what did that make her?

The system, which had been dormant for days, suddenly chimed in: 【Sweetie, you still need to face reality. The plot of this transmigration novel is irreversible. A villainess coveting the heroine’s role will meet a very grim end.】

【How grim?】 Xie Shaojun asked.

【No idea.】 The system couldn’t resist adding, 【Because none of the hosts I’ve guided have ever been reckless enough to risk deletion by breaking character. You’re the only big dumbass…】

Before the system could finish, Xie Shaojun reported it and got it thrown into confinement.

The foul-mouthed system didn’t appear often, and because its chatter was as incessant as Xie Shaojun’s, it frequently got reported and locked in the penalty box.

After hanging up, Xie Shaojun was in no mood to go back for her coat.

Her phone was flooded with messages.

She skimmed through them half-heartedly. Aside from tattoo appointment reminders from Xiaoya, the receptionist at her tattoo studio, the rest were all invitations to tattoo exhibitions.

Jian Qing had sent one an hour before boarding: 【Sis, I’m coming back today. Uncle Xie said you’d pick me up this afternoon.】

Xie Shaojun deleted it after reading, she didn’t feel like replying.

Taking the elevator down to the basement level, she scrolled to the bottom of her messages. Among the dozens of texts, she couldn’t find a single one from Chi Yi, who was on a business trip to Tainan.

There had been strong typhoons there recently. On the third day of their cold war, Xie Shaojun had finally caved and sent a conciliatory message, asking Chi Yi to stay safe. But her text had vanished into the void there was still no reply.

The dim lighting of the underground garage cast long shadows. Xie Shaojun stood in front of her G-Class, chewing on a flavorless candy stick, not getting in right away but instead spacing out for a while.

Her car was a high-clearance off-roader, black and rugged, with a wide body that took up two parking spaces whenever she drove it out.

On the day they got their marriage license, Chi Yi had demanded Xie Shaojun either park the car in the Chi family’s old estate garage or at one of Chi Yi’s other garden villas.

Xie Shaojun had refused Chi Yi for the first time over this.

Chi Yi had been firm, laying out her reasons with cold logic: First, the off-roader took up two lanes on the road. it wasn’t suitable as a daily driver and was dangerous. Second, it was hard to find parking when going out to eat.

If not for this, Xie Shaojun might have forgotten that before Chi Yi left on her business trip, they’d had another petty argument over parking or more accurately, Xie Shaojun had been the only one upset.

That night, Chi Yi had been working. When the argument started, she calmly finished reading the documents in front of her. Only after half an hour, when her work was done, did she remove her glasses, fix her gaze on Xie Shaojun’s face, and say, as if lecturing a subordinate, “I don’t think we’ll reach a conclusion while you’re emotional.”

Chi Yi disliked all unnecessary actions, disapproved of Xie Shaojun’s outdoor activities, and loathed her so-called “bad-influence” friends.

Xie Shaojun had known this all too well over the four years Chi Yi had spent “improving” her. And truth be told, she had reveled in Chi Yi’s meticulous, relentless “concern” for her well-being.

But still…

What if this “persistence” remains after Jian Qing returns?

Enduring the cold, Xie Shaojun managed to secure an appointment with a neurology specialist at Central Hospital, only to be seen at three in the afternoon.

“The cancer cells have already spread.”

The freshly printed cranial CT report lay on the desk. The doctor glanced at Xie Shaojun, surprised by how calm she had been since entering no trace of unbearable grief or devastation on her face.

After a long pause, Xie Shaojun even curled her lips into a faint, inscrutable smile.

Her reaction genuinely caught the doctor off guard.

It was a stark contrast to the domineering, rebellious impression she had left during her last visit a month ago, when she had come for a check-up with her newlywed partner.

This time, Xie Shaojun wore no makeup, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail. Though she still sported hot pants, a cropped tank top, and dangling minimalist hoop earrings, the absence of heavy foundation revealed milky skin, puppy-dog eyes, a delicate nose bridge, and lips free of matte lipstick, just their natural, striking hue. It gave off an unexpected illusion of effortless vitality.

But the illusion lasted only two seconds. Soon, the same rebellious Xie Shaojun who had left a deep impression on the doctor tore open a lollipop, popped it into her mouth, and crunched down hard. She crossed her legs, her slender calf bouncing erratically.

As her jittery leg movements intensified, her ankle inevitably knocked against the desk. The doctor looked down just in time to catch sight of the sprawling, aggressive iris tattoo winding from her ankle up to her calf.

The well-mannered doctor frowned and averted his gaze, resisting the urge to comment. Instead, he picked up a laser pointer and directed her attention to the CT scan in front of them.

“There are two malignant spots in the cranial lobe. It’s already late-stage cancer.”

“I recommend notifying your family immediately and arranging for hospitalization.”

Xie Shaojun only asked one question: how long she could live if she refused treatment. The doctor said two months.

She didn’t ask anything else.

Jian Qing had returned ahead of schedule, and the system had issued a warning. Everything pointed to one conclusion, she had become a glitch in the plot. The system’s powerful data would swiftly correct itself, forcing her to exit the narrative and restore the storyline to its intended course.

Whether she asked or not, the outcome was the same: she was doomed.

The chair legs screeched against the floor as Xie Shaojun abruptly stood up, startling the doctor before he could even begin discussing treatment options.

The doctor instinctively looked up.

“Could you keep this confidential for me?” Up to this point, Xie Shaojun’s demeanor had been perfectly composed, as if she had already foreseen this outcome and wasn’t the least bit surprised.

She even blinked playfully at the doctor, picked up her handbag, and made to leave.

The doctor instinctively reached out to stop her, insisting that family had the right to know and that the hospital could help notify them.

“Is that so?” Xie Shaojun conceded. “Then I’ll tell them myself?”

Right there in front of the doctor, she pulled out her phone. Her fingers hovered over the cold screen, hesitating for a long moment before finally dialing a number so long that the doctor grew impatient.

At last, the call connected.

“Xie Shaojun?” Chi Yi’s voice carried a note of surprise. She was in the middle of a lengthy board meeting. The room fell silent as the call came through, and Chi Yi motioned for the presenting manager to continue. One hand held the phone while the other flipped through the next page of the proposal.

She skimmed the diagrams as Xie Shaojun spoke in her usual lighthearted tone: “It’s me. There’s something I need to ”

“I’m in a meeting.” Chi Yi’s work voice was icy, a far cry from how she sounded in bed. “If it’s not urgent, can we talk tonight?”

Xie Shaojun opened her mouth slightly and replied in her usual tone, “Sure, go ahead with your work.”

The fact that she could proactively explain the situation to her family showed she had no intention of self-harm, so the doctor withdrew his hand.

He assured her he wouldn’t speak carelessly.

After thanking the doctor, Xie Shaojun turned to leave, but as she reached the door, she seemed to remember something.

Pausing mid-step, she turned back and asked, “There’s one more thing I’d like to consult you about.”

Her eyes curved downward as she smiled lightly and asked, “Where can I go through the formalities for organ donation after death?”

The doctor’s eyes widened instantly. “Your condition hasn’t reached that stage yet there’s no need”

“Just preparing for a rainy day!” Xie Shaojun interrupted him with a puppy-eyed grin, her tone disarmingly pleasant. “Don’t worry, if I can live, I’ll definitely live. But if I really can’t, after occupying someone else’s identity for so long, I ought to give something back, right?”