After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 18.1

Xie Shaoyun’s decision to pass away was quite abrupt.

From the moment she decided to donate her kidney to the moment of her actual death, the interval of hesitation didn’t exceed two weeks.

Sometimes, before death, people have many thoughts.

Most likely, when facing death, one would reflect on their life, whether it had been successful. After breaking character, every day Xie Shaoyun lived was truly her own.

If, at the moment of death, one is left alone, it proves to be a rather unsuccessful life.

She pondered her life briefly and concluded that there was nothing wrong with her.

The problem lay with others.

On the day Madam Chi called Xie Shaoyun, news of her fraudulent marriage had already spread among the elite circles.

Madam Chi was furious, demanding of Xie Shaoyun, “Why would you do such a thing?” and “What will it take for you to let go?”

Xie Shaoyun politely replied, “You should ask Chi Yi that question.”

“You’ve always acted recklessly and brought shame to the Chi family, but can’t you at least have some sense of decency? With HaiMi Technology’s confidential data stolen and facing withdrawal from investors, Chi Yi is exhausted. She has to bear the industry’s skepticism alone and find new partners. At a time like this, an arranged marriage is her best option. I hope you’ll set her free as soon as possible…”

This reminded Xie Shaoyun of the domineering, malicious mother-in-law from a melodramatic soap opera.

She waited for a long time, but Madam Chi never mentioned offering money to make her leave.

She couldn’t help but sigh the dignified Madam Chi didn’t even want to write a check yet still hoped to gain something from Xie Shaoyun.

Xie Shaoyun lifted her eyelids and said earnestly, “I don’t like what you’re saying. HaiMi’s bankruptcy has nothing to do with me. But to reduce Chi Yi to a mere tool for arranged marriage like yourself, doesn’t that insult her and underestimate your own worth?”

Then she shifted her tone: “If Chi Yi needed an arranged marriage to stabilize the company, she would have already taken over the Chi family business by now. Instead, to this day, you can’t even manage to plant your people into HaiMi.”

When dealing with Chi Yi’s mother, Xie Shaoyun usually exercised caution. But who asked her to cross paths with Xie Shaoyun during her darkest, lowest moment? Offended, Xie Shaoyun treated her no differently from anyone else.

Madam Chi’s voice trembled with anger.

“You ”

Xie Shaoyun had a sharp tongue when provoked. After days of pent-up frustration with no outlet, she not only cut Madam Chi off but also advised her solemnly, “Not making decisions for others is basic courtesy and upbringing. Maybe you should take some time to learn manners.”

Madam Chi was likely left speechless and humiliated, as the call was abruptly ended from her side.

Because of this incident, the rebellious, spiteful, or perhaps spoiled side of Xie Shaoyun’s nature took over. Maliciously, she sent Chi Yi the recording of Madam Chi’s threats.

Chi Yi stepped out from her seat at the conference table and walked to a quiet corner of the hallway to listen to the audio. Three minutes later, Xie Shaoyun’s call came through.

“I don’t understand how you can lie to your mother with a straight face claiming that I’m the one refusing to let go.”

Perhaps caught off guard by the sudden call and given no time to think, Chi Yi paused for three seconds before calmly replying, “I haven’t seen my mother in four months. I’ll clarify the situation with her later, as well as how she found out about our impending divorce. Once I’ve identified the source, I’ll apologize to you. Would you be open to meeting in person for the apology?”

Chi Yi responded as if reciting a flawless answer to a school principal’s reprimand, methodical and precise.

Xie Shaoyun was momentarily stunned. She said, “It’s better if we don’t meet.”

“Please sign the divorce papers. I’ll have someone handle the formalities later.”

Chi Yi’s words were unusually brief this time. She simply replied, “Okay,” followed by, “Goodbye.”

Without waiting for Xie Shaojun’s response, she rudely hung up the phone herself.

Xie Shaojun couldn’t help but feel relieved. Deciding to step away in time and no longer dwell on the past was such a correct choice.

Originally, organ donation was no longer an option for Xie Shaojun. A week ago, the Red Cross had rejected her previous application to donate a kidney for free.

The hospital informed her that late-stage cancer patients did not meet the criteria for organ donation.

In 90% of terminal cancer cases, the cancer cells spread, and at the time of death, all major organs would completely fail. Unhealthy organs could not be used.

“Corneas and the body itself can still be donated,” the doctor told her.

“Is there really no other way?” Xie Shaojun pressed, unwilling to give up. “What if the donated organ is confirmed to be healthy upon examination?”

The doctor thought for a moment and explained that donation required three conditions.

“First, no chemotherapy.”

“Second, a biopsy must confirm that the cancer cells have not spread to the organ, and the organ must be healthy.”

This second condition alone ruled out 99% of cancer patients.

By the time cancer patients reached their final stages, the spread of cancer cells would cause all organs to deteriorate, rendering them unhealthy. This condition essentially eliminated the possibility of kidney donation for terminal cancer patients.

Xie Shaojun let out an “Oh,” then asked, “What’s the third condition?”

The doctor hesitated before answering, “Both the donor’s and recipient’s families must sign off. I should warn you, undergoing kidney extraction surgery as a terminal cancer patient increases the risk of bacterial infection. 90% of patients don’t survive the operation. Unless… you don’t want to live anymore.”

Xie Shaojun hung up the phone and sighed.

She asked the system, When will Jian Qing’s kidneys fail?

The system replied: [According to the plot progression, in about two months.]

[Well then, it seems she won’t have the fortune of receiving my kidney.]

The system asked curiously: [Why are you so determined to donate your kidney to Jian Qing?]

[To repay a debt!] Xie Shaojun walked out of the Red Cross office, speaking idly. [Haven’t I told you before?]

The system didn’t buy it: [Bullshit.]

[Can you tell that Jian Qing has other feelings for me?]

The system fell silent for a long time. Only when Xie Shaojun drove out of the hospital and stopped at the next traffic light did it finally say: [You already knew.]

[Not that early. It started when she returned to the country after I got married.]

Xie Shaojun told the system: [If you need a really nasty reason, then like I said last time, I’ll give her everything I no longer want, even my organs after death. Let her remember every moment of her continued survival and feel nothing but pain.]

Sunlight streamed in from outside. Shielding her eyes with her hand, Xie Shaojun’s expression was free of any gloom. She smiled brightly and called out to the system.

Suddenly, the system realized it wasn’t so hard to understand Xie Shaojun’s actions after all.

Though she shone like a little sun, bringing warmth to those around her, she wasn’t some naive saint who could be easily manipulated.

When the system remained silent, Xie Shaojun teased it, You’re not thinking of ratting me out, are you?

[Boring.] The system snorted proudly before shifting gears to mock her: [Too bad your plan’s going to fall through.]

[“Not necessarily, there are always exceptions.”]

The accident happened on a Wednesday.

Xie Shaojun was working on a full-back tattoo of a coiling serpent for a client that day.

Her delicate white hands gripped the tattoo gun as she traced the dark green serpent on the client’s broad back.

The scene was oddly incongruous, earlier that morning, a group of apprentices had gathered around to observe.

When Zhu Sicheng called her for the first time, Xie Shaojun was teaching her apprentices how to outline the design and didn’t pick up.

The second call came at noon. She had only just finished sketching the serpent’s head on the full-back piece, both hands occupied, so she still didn’t answer.

Half an hour later, the phone rang again.

“Master Xie, maybe I can hold it for you?” The client couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up.

Xie Shaojun refused. “Don’t move around, you’ll mess up my work.”

“But the phone keeps ringing it must be urgent. What if it’s family?”

Without even lifting her eyelids, she replied indifferently, “What family? I’ve cut ties with all of them. They could call a hundred times today, and it still wouldn’t be my problem.”

Having delivered that harsh line, the client wisely kept quiet.

But a minute later, Xie Shaojun, who had just made such a bold declaration. calmly went back on her word right in front of the client. Without a shred of her usual tough-girl demeanor, she turned and called Damei over.

“Help me put on a headset.”

Damei dug out the earpiece, fitted it onto Xie Shaojun, then sat down beside her, exchanging knowing looks with the client as she mocked Xie Shaojun.

“Master Xie is hard to describe, isn’t she? Not to be rude, but she’s full of flaws, with barely any redeeming qualities. If I had to name one, it’s how fast she backtracks. She’s always talking about cutting ties, being heartless and cold nothing good ever comes out of her mouth. But man, does she flip fast. It’s like trying to take a dump and getting interrupted mid-push.”

Xie Shaojun couldn’t take it anymore and kicked Damei, signaling her to keep it classy.

Even the earpiece couldn’t block out that vulgar remark.

Damei didn’t argue, just laughed and kept bantering with the client.

The call connected, and Zhu Sicheng said, “Xiao Xie.”

Xie Shaojun hummed in response. “I’m here.”

“Just wanted to let you know,” Zhu Sicheng said, “I’m going back to jail.”

Her fingers suddenly stilled. Maybe the tattoo gun lingered too long. the client yelped in pain. “Ow, ow, ow… easy there, damn it.”

Setting the tattoo gun aside, Xie Shaojun told the client to take a break, then pushed the chair back and stood up.

She walked outside the studio to continue the call.

At first, Zhu Sicheng didn’t say anything, just sniffled into the receiver.

Xie Shaojun didn’t rush him. Nearby, there was a convenience store. She walked in, bought a cup of oden from the clerk, then sat on the steps, leisurely eating the mushrooms.

After finishing the mushrooms, she moved on to the fish cakes. Only when there was one small piece left on the skewer did Zhu Sicheng finally stop his near-sobbing sniffling.

He told Xie Shaojun he had committed a crime.

“I just gave her a light kick,” Zhu Sicheng said, covering his face, his voice muffled and choked with frustration.

Xie Shaojun asked, “Did you put real force into it?”

“No.”

“Then what are you worried about? Minor injuries don’t meet the criteria for jail time.”

“That kick knocked her unconscious.”

Maybe Zhu Sicheng was doomed to meet his downfall the moment he crossed paths with Jian Qing.

His kick wasn’t particularly hard, and he had held back, but Jian Qing’s kidneys had already been infected by bacteria due to her miscarriage. That single kick was enough to rupture her one remaining fragile kidney.

A person only has two kidneys. Coincidentally, Zhu Sicheng had managed to destroy both of Jian Qing’s.

This time was far more fatal than the last. If Jian Qing couldn’t find a matching kidney donor within three days, she wouldn’t survive.

Zhu Sicheng rushed to the hospital to undergo kidney compatibility testing for Jian Qing, but it was unsuccessful. There was no hope left for him to extricate himself from this situation.

Speaking haltingly, as if arranging his final affairs, he told Xie Shaojun that the 2.5 million he owed her might have to be repaid years later.

He warmly invited her to visit his home,his mother and wife both liked Xie Shaojun very much.

He said, “Your sister-in-law is pregnant. The baby will be born next year, and I definitely won’t be around.”

“You’re a top student. When the time comes, could you pick a name for our child? The five elements are lacking water, so just add something with water, I don’t understand this stuff, so it’s all up to you.”

Zhu Sicheng rambled on while Xie Shaojun listened in silence, waiting for him to finish.

The last piece of oden in the paper cup was gone. Xie Shaojun stood up from the steps, dusting herself off. “Brother Cheng, do you really want to be such a scumbag? If you’re not there for your wife while she’s pregnant, your kid will curse you behind your back when they grow up. This isn’t even that big of a deal.”

“The child’s name should be chosen by their own father.”

Xie Shaojun hung up the phone and asked the system: [Last time, you said Jian Qing had two months before something happened.]

The system replied that it wasn’t sure either. Perhaps because the bond Xie Shaojun represented had broken, the two main CPs had made no progress in their relationship.

Chi Yi was busy with work, Jian Qing was busy with work, their romantic development had been frozen. So the plot had accelerated to create an opportunity for them to be together.

[This time, it’s not my fault.]

The system reluctantly hummed in agreement: [The variability of world rules is a subject the headquarters has been researching lately. Over the past decade, there have been several cases where the main CPs were affected by external electromagnetic interference and failed to develop feelings for each other. Even so, for fast-transmigrators like you, the mission is fixed. As long as you complete your task, the rest isn’t your concern. As for the bug in this world’s female lead TP plot collapse, the world’s rules will self-correct the cause and effect later.]

Xie Shaojun let out an “Oh.”

She didn’t ask what this self-correction of cause and effect meant. Tossing the paper cup into the trash, she turned and went back to the studio to continue working.

This session lasted until midnight. The client, yawning repeatedly, suggested they postpone the rest.

“This is just too brutal.”

“For me or for you?”

“I just feel bad for you. Why don’t we call it a day and I’ll come back tomorrow?” the client said.

Xie Shaojun narrowed her eyes and told the client not to move. “No, I might not have time tomorrow.”

“Or the day after.”

“There might not even be a ‘later.’ If someone else takes over your piece, I wouldn’t feel too comfortable with it.”

This made the client nervous. Jokingly, he said, “I’ve already paid. Are you really going to hand me off to someone else? Teacher Xie, you’ve lost all sense of contractual spirit.”

At that moment, Xie Shaojun was peeling off plastic film, intently waiting for the ink to dry. A strand of hair fell against the sharp line of her jaw.

Hearing her flippant tone, the client said, “That’s why I’m working on it overnight life and death are unpredictable. What if I die tomorrow? Who would you turn to then?”