After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 18.2

On Thursday, Nan City experienced its heaviest rainstorm in a decade.

The morning air was damp, and the hospital floors were slippery. As the nurse wheeled Jian Qing in for dialysis, she took another fall.

This time, the fall sent her straight to the ICU.

When Xie Guangqi called Xie Shaojun, she was still asleep, utterly drained from the full-back tattoo that had sapped her energy.

Xie Guangqi’s voice crackled like fleas popping in hot oil, grating on Xie Shaojun’s nerves. She didn’t really catch what he was saying.

She set the phone aside, waiting for him to finish.

Then she replied, “Got it.”

Truth be told, Xie Shaojun hadn’t processed a single word he’d said.

She dozed off again until nine, only to find over a dozen missed calls from Xie Guangqi and Feng Xiaoqing, all urgent. She didn’t call back.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she stood in front of the mirror, splashing water on her face. Droplets slid down her slender neck, and she was startled to see how sharply her collarbones jutted out, like inverted icicles, sharp enough to hold a shallow pool of water. Touching them even hurt her fingers.

So when she picked out her outfit, she opted for a high-necked sweater. She left the tight leather pants and skirts untouched in the closet, choosing instead a woolen A-line dress that reached her ankles, hiding her stick-thin legs.

Still unsatisfied, she let down her naturally curly long hair to soften the harsh angles of her gaunt face.

With this look, she no longer appeared brash but rather exuded the striking charm of a Hong Kong-style beauty.

On her slow, meandering train ride to the hospital, Xie Shaojun was approached by strangers three times.

All of them were women. Maybe she just naturally set off people’s gaydar. Since childhood, she’d liked girls, and girls had liked her back.

Several adorable young women asked for her contact info.

After a moment’s thought, Xie Shaojun gave them Chi Yi’s number instead.

When she arrived at the hospital, she didn’t go to the family waiting area to see Xie Guangqi or Feng Cinian.

Instead, she used a client’s connections to slip in through the staff entrance and visit Jian Qing in the ICU.

Jian Qing was in critical condition. After her kidneys ruptured, her body could no longer excrete waste on its own, leaving tubes snaking out from various parts of her.

When Xie Shaojun arrived, Jian Qing was undergoing dialysis. Xie Shaojun had never experienced it herself, but the pain and exhaustion were plain on Jian Qing’s face.

Honestly, Xie Shaojun had intended to speak kindly to her. Jian Qing did look pitiful helpless, weak, a tragic figure.

For a fleeting moment, Xie Shaojun even considered making peace with herself. Maybe she should just let it go. Jian Qing was suffering enough.

She could anonymously donate a kidney, do a good deed to accumulate karma, then find a quiet place to die alone. After all, the dead feel no pain it’s the living who endure the lingering ache.

But after actually meeting Jian Qing and exchanging a few words, Xie Shaojun’s sympathy evaporated.

Jian Qing clearly hadn’t expected Xie Shaojun to visit. Struggling weakly, she tried to sit up, only to collapse back like a limp vegetable. Xie Shaojun didn’t lift a finger to help her.

So the faint smile at the corner of Jian Qing’s lips vanished. Perhaps those who are ill are easily swayed by negative emotions like “being difficult,” “acting spoiled,” or “I’m like this, and you don’t even care about me.”

In any case, the moment Xie Shaojun crossed her arms, Jian Qing struck first. Trembling her lips, she feigned extreme weakness and said to her, “Did Zhu Sicheng tell you? He’s the one who kicked me into this state. If I die this time, he’ll die too. Sister, are you going to save me?”

Xie Shaojun lifted her eyelids, meeting Jian Qing’s gaze, and belatedly grasped her meaning.

“You did this on purpose!”

Jian Qing smiled slightly, neither admitting nor denying it.

Xie Shaojun asked the system incredulously, “Can someone like Jian Qing really be the female lead of a world?”

The system hesitated, unsure how to respond. “That’s because after you broke character, Jian Qing’s personality started changing too.”

Xie Shaojun sneered. “Then your rules are truly laughable villains live forever. Since no one’s taught her how to behave, let me, a dead woman, deliver justice.”

She slipped her hand into her pocket, where a voice recorder lay. She pressed the power button.

No one noticed Xie Shaojun’s action—only the system communicating with her via brainwaves detected a crackle of static.

[Host, what are you doing?] The usually foul-mouthed system didn’t curse this time, its voice trembling as it reminded Xie Shaojun that even if she recorded this, under system protection rules, she couldn’t share the contents with anyone.

[I won’t tell anyone. I’m about to die anyway.] Xie Shaojun cut the system off. [After this recording is done, hand it to Zhu Sicheng after my death, alright? Since the world’s cause and effect must balance itself, and Jian Qing clearly has schemes against Zhu Sicheng, shouldn’t he, a native, be allowed to seek justice for himself? Or will your system block him too?]

The system: […]

Ignoring the system, Xie Shaojun maintained a calm facade and subtly followed Jian Qing’s lead. “What did you do?”

“Nothing much. Just gave his wife a folded paper star, one I made myself. Exactly like the one I gave Zhu Maomao back then. If he chose to misinterpret my intentions, that’s his fault, isn’t it?”

No wonder Zhu Sicheng said he didn’t regret kicking Jian Qing.

She was downright insane.

Xie Shaojun felt ashamed for even briefly considering sparing Jian Qing. She looked at the woman on the hospital bed, who was in worse shape than herself pitiful yet detestable and lost all desire to speak.

But Jian Qing always had a way of provoking Xie Shaojun with her next words.

“Too bad my health isn’t great. His light kick somehow shattered my kidney.” Jian Qing lifted her pale face and said to Xie Shaojun, “I can’t die, you know. If I die, Zhu Sicheng dies too. So, sister, will you go get me one of Chi Yi’s kidneys?”

“She monopolized you for four years. Taking one of her kidneys as compensation isn’t too much to ask.”

All of Xie Shaojun’s emotions evaporated at that moment. Yet Jian Qing, with her sickly pale lips, added in a disturbingly cheerful tone, “I checked for some reason, your organ donation application wasn’t approved. So you can’t give me your kidney. I want Chi Yi’s.”

Xie Shaojun raised an eyebrow and pressed her palm against Jian Qing’s face, striking her swiftly and mercilessly. The first blow sent Jian Qing’s head jerking to the left. By the second strike, blood trickled from the corner of Jian Qing’s lips. She turned her head and smiled at Xie Shaojun, who immediately raised her hands to strangle her. A doctor stepped forward and dragged Xie Shaojun away.

After being pulled into the corridor, Xie Shaojun’s expression remained grim.

The doctor at the front threatened to call the police, but Xie Guangqi and Feng Cinian approached.

They told the doctor, “This is our daughter.”

The doctor gave Xie Shaojun a strange look but said nothing before walking away.

The three of them moved to the garden outside the hospital.

Xie Guangqi stood beneath a tree, a short distance from Xie Shaojun and Feng Cinian, smoking a cigarette.

Only after finishing it did he finally adopt a conversational tone. “The doctor said we have two days at most to find a matching kidney for the transplant. Otherwise, she’ll die. Neither your mother’s nor my kidneys are a match.”

Xie Shaojun said, “Understood.”

Feng Cinian couldn’t bear to listen any longer. She stood up, attempting to intervene, “Lao Xie, stop talking.”

“It’s us who wronged you.” Xie Guangqi pushed Feng Xiaoqing aside, then closed his eyes as if unable to meet Xie Shaojun’s gaze. Stepping on the damp soil beneath his feet, he muttered, “Our Xie family has never owed anyone anything. Four years ago, Xiaoqing lost a kidney because of you. Don’t you think you should repay her?”

“We can choose not to sue your delinquent friends.”

At this point, Xie Shaojun abruptly lifted her head. She first glanced at her mother nearby, who lowered her gaze, then turned to her father in the distance. Xie Guangqi stood with his hands behind his back, but under her stare, his spine seemed to bend under the weight of her gaze.

Xie Shaojun fixed her eyes on his and asked softly, “Is my life not a life?”

From the moment she decided to die to the moment she truly embraced death, to be precise, it wasn’t two weeks.

It was during this confrontation.

Michelangelo once said, “Kindness to the good makes them better; kindness to the wicked makes them worse.”

Robert Browning said, “It’s wiser to be good than evil; gentler than violent; saner than mad.”

Every quote from these great minds admonished her, even if she was playing the role of a villainess, she must not lose her humanity. She must be kind, she must forgive.

But why?

She was about to die. She was in so much pain. She never asked anyone to comfort her, yet those who ignored her under the pretense of her kindness now demanded she atone.

So why should she be the good person? Why should she fulfill their narrative?

They pushed her to this. It was all their fault.

Xie Shaojun looked at the two people she had called parents for over twenty years and asked them:

If her kidney was a match for Jian Qing, would they be willing to sign the informed consent forms for both donor and recipient? The condition was that they would sign without reading the agreement regardless of life or death.

Xie Guangqi and Feng Xiaoqing didn’t understand what she meant, but this was Jian Qing’s only hope. Tears welled in their eyes as they agreed, reaching out to embrace Xie Shaojun. She avoided them.

At noon, Xie Shaojun went to the organ donation center and found the doctor who had initially informed her that she couldn’t donate her organs. She explained the situation.

The doctor remained firm, stating that kidney donation had to meet the three conditions he had previously outlined.

Xie Shaojun rolled up her sleeve, exposing the veins in her elbow, and said, “Run a biopsy on me. I haven’t eaten this morning.”

Hours later, the test results came back. The report showed that Xie Shaojun’s kidneys were intact, the cancer had not spread to them.

This wasn’t surprising. The cancer had been implanted by the system at the beginning of the month to hasten her exit from the story. She hadn’t even begun real chemotherapy.

The results confirmed: Xie Shaojun’s kidneys were perfectly healthy.

Holding the report, the doctor seemed stunned that she actually met the criteria for organ donation.

An emergency meeting was convened, and the final conclusion was that the donor and recipient’s families had to sign off before the kidney removal surgery could proceed.

Before she left, the doctor, looking dazed, pulled her aside and asked, “Miss Xie, may I ask… why don’t you want to live anymore?”

Everyone has two kidneys, and donating one doesn’t affect their life. But terminal cancer patients are different. During the surgery to remove a living kidney for donation, the cancer cells spread faster, accelerating their death.

Xie Shaojun sat on the steps, swinging her slender legs idly as she said to the doctor, “Because no one wants me alive…”

Xie Shaojun lied to the doctor. The real reason was that she wanted to be petty.

If a person couldn’t stand up for themselves even in death, she would feel suffocated, devastated, thinking that if Jian Qing received Chi Yi’s kidney this time, they would live happily together.

Even if Xie Shaojun died of cancer two months later, Xie Guangqi would still believe she owed Jian Qing, even her inheritance would likely become part of Jian Qing’s dowry.

Jian Qing would move into the home Xie Shaojun once shared with Chi Yi.

All of Xie Shaojun’s belongings would naturally become Jian Qing’s, while Xie Shaojun herself would be remembered as the infamous, malicious villainess. True, she was just a task-taker, she wasn’t supposed to develop feelings. But she did, and those people made her life wretched and humiliating.

It wasn’t her fault. It was theirs.

Since everyone was forcing her down this path, she would let them have their wish.

She wouldn’t just donate her kidney, she would die on the operating table, ensuring everyone alive remembered this day.

Xie Shaojun thought, I’ve suffered so much. Let them suffer a little too.

In this life, she had always been true to herself, never done a single bad thing. In death, she would do just this one be petty and let herself have this small pleasure.

She asked her system, “I want all of them to regret it. System, do you agree?”

The system couldn’t bear to listen anymore. Its simulated human voice let out a quiet sob.

Xie Shaojun said softly, “Sorry for putting you in a difficult position.”

The system said nothing. It locked itself in a black box, pretending it hadn’t heard anything. For the first time, it indulged a host, because Xie Haoyun was different from the others.

In every world, she had poured her heart into being a sincere person. Even when her role collapsed, even when she was punished over and over, the people in this world still refused to treat her kindly.

On Thursday night, Xie Shaojun was wheeled into the operating room. Her gurney passed Jian Qing’s, and they were placed side by side.

The surgery was a success. After the kidney transplant, there was no rejection. As the surgical lights dimmed, Jian Qing regained consciousness. She turned her head and saw Xie Shaojun’s sharp chin slipping from the surgical pillow beside her. A doctor’s urgent voice rang out

“She’s crashing! Get the defibrillator!”

“Quick!”

“Ventilator, now!”

A massive machine pressed against Xie Shaojun’s chest. Every time the defibrillator lifted, her entire body jerked violently.

Jian Qing’s expression twisted strangely. She struggled to sit up, but her body had just received a new kidney. The anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off she had no strength.

Still, she strained to look. The surgical lights flickered, green scrubs rushed back and forth, and in the gaps between them, Xie Shaojun lay dying, her head tilted weakly. Her puppy-like eyes curved as if she had seen Jian Qing. Brightly, soundlessly, she mouthed

“Jian Qing, you’re really useless. Always picking up the things I don’t want.”

At the age of 27, Chi Yi came across a line on a social media app.

A person’s life is divided into three stages: childhood, youth, and old age.

The poet Lin Yutang said that no one would consider this unsatisfactory, just as a day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. These are the most perfect arrangements. Life has no inherent good or bad; it’s only about what is good in each season.

Chi Yi thought her life was different from the world the poet described. Her life was divided only into before 25 and after 25.

Before 25, her days had dawn and nightfall, and her years had the four seasons.

After 25, everything she encountered in the seasons of her life was bad.

Then one day, when she realized nothing she did held any meaning anymore,

she decided to go see the ocean, the same ocean Xie Shaojun had posted on Instagram before passing away, every frame capturing the ebb and flow of the tide.

When the tide rose, the waves surged violently; when it receded, the sea stretched endlessly under the sky.

Chi Yi thought that when Xie Shaojun went to see the ocean two years ago, she was probably saying goodbye to the whole world.

Chi Yi wanted to see it too. So, on a sudden impulse one day, she left her office and called Xie Qingcheng.

“Can you arrange a tour guide for me in Alaska?”

Xie Qingcheng said, “Sure, why not? You’re my business partner, after all.”

“How about my second sister, Xie Zangxing? Give her two days, I’ll have her clear her schedule at the clinic and take time off to travel with you.”

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Chi Yi replied in her usual tone, “No need for Dr. Xie. I’m not in the mood for counseling right now.”

“Chi Yi.” Xie Qingcheng sighed, dropping the joking tone. “Logically, this isn’t my place to say. Xie Zangxing is my second sister, and I’ve heard a thing or two about your situation. Don’t blame me for overthinking, but as both my friend and business partner, I don’t think you should go see the ocean. You’re smart enough to know that when a patient is sick, they should see a doctor.”

Chi Yi neither denied nor confirmed it, only smiled and changed the subject. “I’ll drop by when I have time. About the report from last time, there were a few discrepancies…”

Xie Qingcheng laughed and scolded her for being sly and dodging the topic, but made it clear that since she’d heard about this, she couldn’t pretend to be oblivious.

“Actually, if you’re going to Alaska, I do have the perfect person in mind. Speaking of which, there’s something I’d like to ask of you.”

“Go ahead.”

Xie Qingcheng said, “My youngest sister woke up next to another strange woman again. It’s happened so many times that the local police detained her. Since you’re heading to Alaska, could you bail her out for me?”

Chi Yi thought she misheard. “The Iris Painter?”

“Yeah. It’s a long story. Artists, you know… But don’t get the wrong idea. Xie Haoyun isn’t that kind of person. It’s always the other women who have ulterior motives. They’re the problem.”

Even for someone as protective as Xie Qingcheng, this was a bit much. Chi Yi’s lips twitched.

Then Xie Qingcheng added, “My youngest sister has a tour guide license in Alaska. If you want to go sightseeing, she can arrange it. She’s livelier than Xie the Second. Out of the whole Xie family, she’s the only little sunbeam who knows how to charm and sass people. The old folks at home dote on her. After you bail her out, if she says something shocking or crude, don’t take it to heart. Otherwise, I won’t get any dinner when I go back home.”

Chi Yi was about to refuse outright, without any regard for politeness.

Xie Qingcheng seemed to know her intention and quickly said, “Then I’ll trouble President Chi to look after my little sister. By the way, her full name is Xie Shaoyun, and her nickname is Xie Good Luck. I’ll send you her documents later. Wishing you a pleasant journey.”

Xie Shaoyun waking up beside a stranger is my hook, you’ll find out in the next chapter. It’s not that she’s actually messing around. It’s still bittersweet this time, with someone else in the picture while Xie Shaoyun watches. Thanks for the love, my dears. I’ll keep working hard to update more. Heart to you. My writing buddy told me to post one chapter first, saying it’s the first day of VIP today, and updating at 10 p.m. is too late. So here’s the first update. the second one will still be at 10 tonight. From now on, updates will always be at 10 p.m.

A person’s life is divided into three stages: childhood, youth, and old age. No one would consider this incomplete, just as a day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. These are the best possible arrangements. Life has no inherent good or bad only what is good in each season. [Excerpt from Lin Yutang’s Life is Like a Poem]

Michelangelo, Treating good people well makes them better; treating evil people well makes them worse.

Robert Browning , It’s wiser to do good than evil, gentler to be kind than violent, and more fitting to be rational than mad.