After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 26.2

Chi Yi’s phone kept ringing Secretary Wang, business partners, even her parents.

Amidst the endless calls, Xie Shaojun even heard one from Xie Zangxing.

“Chi Yi, do you want me to come to Sri Lanka and keep you company by the sea?”

Instead of answering, Chi Yi asked, “Lin Dan contacted you.”

She sounded certain. Xie Zangxing didn’t deny it. As a highly regarded psychologist, she skillfully sidestepped Chi Yi’s attempt to take control of the conversation.

“Not entirely because of Lin Dan,” Xie Zangxing said. “My little sister has been in a bad mood these past few years. I was worried she might not be the best host.”

Chi Yi refuted Xie Zangxing’s words. “Her temper isn’t bad.”

“After just one meeting, you’ve already concluded she has a decent temper?” Xie Zangxing asked slowly.

Chi Yi admitted, “Yes.”

“From what Lin Dan described, Xie Shaojun shares the same name and a striking resemblance to your ex-wife. Does seeing her trigger hallucinations for you?” Xie Zangxing’s tone was gentle, but the question was something Chi Yi didn’t want to answer.

A file was downloading on her laptop. While waiting for it to open, Chi Yi thought for a moment before replying, “I don’t know.”

“Chi Yi, I’m worried. Can we talk about this in detail?”

Chi Yi hesitated. Though she didn’t want to discuss these things, since it involved Xie Zangxing’s sister,

she finally spoke. “Last time, I only followed some of your advice. Over the past year, I’ve rarely visited the cemetery and put away her belongings. The day before yesterday was her death anniversary. I waited until midnight, and as I was leaving the mountain, I heard her calling me…”

“Her, meaning…?” Xie Zangxing asked.

Chi Yi answered, “My ex-wife.”

“Since that day, you’ve been hallucinating?”

“You could say that,” Chi Yi replied.

“What did you feel when you first met Xie Haoyun?”

Chi Yi lied. She said, “Shocked.”

In truth, there was no shock only delight, a hope that this illusion could last a little longer.

Even though she had already confirmed last night that it wasn’t an illusion, human nature being what it is, without this phone call, Chi Yi would have continued subconsciously deluding herself, pretending not to know, stealing just one more glance.

Naturally, Chi Yi wouldn’t tell Xie Zangxing any of this. Instead, she picked out harmless details, weaving them into a narrative that sounded honest and reliable.

After listening, Xie Zangxing advised Chi Yi not to meet Xie Shaoyun again.

She also urged Chi Yi to return home, seek counseling, and undergo medical intervention.

“Are you worried about me, or your little sister?” Chi Yi asked.

“Both,” Xie Zangxing replied bluntly. “Chi Yi, would you mind if I came to keep you company by the sea instead?”

“No need,” Chi Yi refused. “I know better than anyone that Xie Shaoyun is gone. Two years ago, I held her in my arms as she was cremated. Some metaphysical studies suggest souls linger after death, but I know Xie Shaoyun’s soul wouldn’t choose to stay in this plane. Because she was—”

Chi Yi stopped herself. No matter how skillfully Xie Zangxing probed with her words afterward, Chi Yi’s answers remained airtight.

Xie Zangxing could only sigh. “You’re hiding a lot from me.”

Chi Yi said, “Doctor Xie, I never intended to cooperate with you in the first place.”

“My little sister wasn’t always called Xie Shaoyun. When my mother gave birth to her, she was the third daughter in a row the youngest, doted on beyond measure. So, they named her Xie Haoyun, ‘Good Luck Xie.’ The moment she was born, Xie Cheng’s company went public. Our parents were busy, so Xie Qingcheng and I raised her. At three or four, she was just a tiny bundle, calling us ‘sisters’ in that sweet, milky voice. She’d tag along to school with us, often crouching by the classroom window, waiting for us to finish.

“Xie Qingcheng had a fiery temper, and I was the scheming one. We’d team up to tease her, braiding her hair in ridiculous styles, stamping her face with lipstick marks. She’d just widen her eyes and scold us, never truly angry. Later, when she grew up and could hold her own against us, she became impossible to tease.”

“Because she never held grudges, never lacked for money or love, and had a thousand passions, all of which our family unconditionally supported. So as an artist, if something rubbed her the wrong way, she’d freely argue with someone three rounds without hesitation.”

Xie Zangxing said to Chi Yi, “I’m telling you all this because I want you to understand, Chi Yi. My little sister has always been straightforward, never spoiled, and deeply empathetic. So you see, even if she resembles your ex-wife in looks and name, she isn’t her.”

Chi Yi understood Xie Zangxing’s meaning. She didn’t respond, simply hanging up the phone.

Afterward, she took several work-related calls with her usual composure.

That day, Chi Yi didn’t watch the tides rise or fall. The fear Xie Shaoyun had that she might harm herself never materialized.

Once she and her team finalized the contract for the equity sale, she stared at the long coastline, lost in thought for a brief moment.

That night, Chi Yi took off the skull necklace and left it in the study. While she showered, her laptop remained on.

So Xie Shaoyun, rolling the skull pendant, saw the diary entry Chi Yi had just written.

Amid notes on contract details and her schedule for the day, the diary ended with Chi Yi’s words:

“It’s time to wake up from this dream.”

Xie Shaoyun returned on the third day, at eight in the morning.

This episode of soul separation lasted a long time two whole days, alarming the Xie family.

On Chi Yi’s third day in Sri Lanka, Xie Shaojun remained under observation at tFeng Qianqian had flown in overnight from Chicago and was peeling an orange for Xie Shaojun with drooping eyelids. After meticulously removing every bit of the white pith, she handed over the bright, golden fruit. Xie Shaojun reached out eagerly, but Feng Qianqian only gave her half.

Xie Shaojun shot her a glance, too indignant to protest outright, and muttered, “Mom, you’re playing favorites.”

A piece of orange peel promptly smacked her on the head, and Xie Shaojun playfully flopped onto the pillow in exaggerated defeat.

“If you say so, then it must be true,” Feng Qianqian replied, her stylish woolen curls pinned back with a large clip. She turned and handed the other half of the orange to Xie Zangxing.

Xie Zangxing’s eyes narrowed into slits as she grinned. “Mom, don’t listen to her nonsense. If you really want to experience parental favoritism, I suggest you redistribute Xie Xiaosan’s year-end bonus between me and Eldest Sister.”

Xie Zangxing was already scheming to pocket her younger sister’s money.

Xie Shaojun lifted her eyelids and gave her a pitying look. “Second Sister, I suggest you treat me better, because I happen to have some influence over whether Damei agrees to be with you.”

That single sentence carried a bombshell: Xie Zangxing was in a relationship. Feng Qianqian immediately redirected her scrutiny, fixing a stern glare on Xie Zangxing. “Since when have you been dating?”

Xie Zangxing, ever the smooth talker, stammered, “Mom, don’t listen to Xiaosan’s nonsense. She’s just making things up.”

For the next half hour, Feng Qianqian barely had to say a word before Xie Zangxing obediently spilled every detail about how and when she had met Damei.

Xie Shaojun couldn’t stop laughing.

The hospital room had two beds, and the curtain around the neighboring bed was drawn shut, likely because its occupant had been sleeping earlier.

Xie Shaojun had been unconscious until now and hadn’t yet met the other patient. According to Feng Qianqian, this professor’s husband had some distant ancestral ties to Xie Cheng, three generations back, making them very, very distant relatives. Since they lived in different cities, they had never been in contact before.

But yesterday, when Xie Shaojun was admitted, the two mothers both around the same age and fellow Chinese had struck up a conversation and instantly bonded.

As the mother and daughters chatted, the elderly woman in the neighboring bed couldn’t resist pulling back her curtain.

“You and your daughters have such a wonderful relationship,” she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

Feng Qianqian turned to her with a smile. “Oh, you flatter me. It’s just that they’re all so outstanding and filial each one of them is a joy, exactly as I’d hoped they’d be.”

At first, Xie Shaojun had assumed the elderly woman in the next bed was much older, given that she had hired a caretaker.

Her daughter and husband were presumably back in China, while she had come to Sri Lanka on a group tour. Unfortunately, she had broken her leg and ended up stuck in the hospital.

“Little Shao, say hello to Auntie Feng,” Feng Qianqian prompted.

Xie Shaojun turned her head and locked eyes with the middle-aged woman across the room around fifty-something, wearing a silk scarf, with half her hair streaked with gray.

Ten seconds later, she watched as the woman’s warm smile froze at the corners of her lips. Tears welled visibly in her eyes.

The woman wore thick black-framed glasses, and the lenses quickly fogged up from her uneven, shuddering breaths.

Xie Shaojun averted her gaze, popping another segment of orange into her mouth, only to wince at the sourness.

So she didn’t bother with politeness or calling her “Auntie.” Instead, she lazily yawned and said, “Hello. Xie Shaojun.”

“Ah ”

“Ah.”

The woman’s comb slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. Slowly, she turned her head, her gaze fixed on Xie Shaojun’s face. Then, as if unaware of her own reaction, she let out another soft, stunned, “Ah.”

After a full ten seconds of silence, Feng Cinian seemed utterly shocked. Panicked, she yanked open the drawer, her hand knocking against the bedside table, but she paid it no mind. Her eyes remained fixed as she frantically searched for sedatives in the drawer, her chapped hands trembling violently. Seven or eight medicine bottles rolled haphazardly in her palms.

The nanny had stepped out, and Feng Qianqian sensed something was wrong. She approached and asked, “Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to call a doctor?”

Feng Cinian’s eyes grew sore and swollen, turning red. Her gaze drifted past Feng Qianqian’s shoulder as she pointed a shaking finger at Xie Shaojun.

Her voice was like dry branches scraping against the ground, hoarse as she said, “Madam, she…”

Pointing at Xie Shaojun, Feng Cinian asked, “Is she your ”

Feng Qianqian, sharp as ever, noticed something amiss. She turned and cautiously shielded Xie Shaojun, introducing, “This is my daughter, Xie Shaojun. What’s the matter?”

“My daughter ” Tears spilled from Feng Cinian’s eyes. Her words came in broken fragments as she covered her mouth, her eyes red, taking deep breaths. “My daughter she’s also named Xie Shaojun.”

Feng Cinian looked at Feng Qianqian and asked, “Madam, are you mistaken? Xie Shaojun is the daughter I carried for ten months.”

In the hospital room, Feng Qianqian’s expression darkened instantly. A few seconds of silence followed.

“Professor Feng, don’t joke like this. I could never mistake my own daughter. I’m possessive, I don’t even allow others to claim her as their goddaughter.”

Feng Qianqian spoke with absolute certainty. Seeing Feng Cinian still staring unsettlingly at Xie Shaojun, her expression soured. She pressed the bedside call button to summon a psychiatrist for Feng Cinian.

Then, angrily, she drew the curtain shut.

Xie Shaojun looked up and saw her mother pressing her lips together as she texted Xie Cheng, scoffing, “First time meeting her, and I thought she was from a scholarly family. Turns out ha! Seeing my daughter’s beauty, obedience, and sweetness, she dares to spout nonsense and try to steal her from me.”

Xie Shaojun couldn’t help but laugh. She held out a sour tangerine to Feng Qianqian. “Mom,” she said, “have a tangerine.”

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he hospital.

Feng Qianqian had flown in overnight from Chicago and was peeling an orange for Xie Shaojun with drooping eyelids. After meticulously removing every bit of the white pith, she handed over the bright, golden fruit. Xie Shaojun reached out eagerly, but Feng Qianqian only gave her half.

Xie Shaojun shot her a glance, too indignant to protest outright, and muttered, “Mom, you’re playing favorites.”

A piece of orange peel promptly smacked her on the head, and Xie Shaojun playfully flopped onto the pillow in exaggerated defeat.

“If you say so, then it must be true,” Feng Qianqian replied, her stylish woolen curls pinned back with a large clip. She turned and handed the other half of the orange to Xie Zangxing.

Xie Zangxing’s eyes narrowed into slits as she grinned. “Mom, don’t listen to her nonsense. If you really want to experience parental favoritism, I suggest you redistribute Xie Xiaosan’s year-end bonus between me and Eldest Sister.”

Xie Zangxing was already scheming to pocket her younger sister’s money.

Xie Shaojun lifted her eyelids and gave her a pitying look. “Second Sister, I suggest you treat me better, because I happen to have some influence over whether Damei agrees to be with you.”

That single sentence carried a bombshell: Xie Zangxing was in a relationship. Feng Qianqian immediately redirected her scrutiny, fixing a stern glare on Xie Zangxing. “Since when have you been dating?”

Xie Zangxing, ever the smooth talker, stammered, “Mom, don’t listen to Xiaosan’s nonsense. She’s just making things up.”

For the next half hour, Feng Qianqian barely had to say a word before Xie Zangxing obediently spilled every detail about how and when she had met Damei.

Xie Shaojun couldn’t stop laughing.

The hospital room had two beds, and the curtain around the neighboring bed was drawn shut, likely because its occupant had been sleeping earlier.

Xie Shaojun had been unconscious until now and hadn’t yet met the other patient. According to Feng Qianqian, this professor’s husband had some distant ancestral ties to Xie Cheng, three generations back, making them very, very distant relatives. Since they lived in different cities, they had never been in contact before.

But yesterday, when Xie Shaojun was admitted, the two mothers both around the same age and fellow Chinese had struck up a conversation and instantly bonded.

As the mother and daughters chatted, the elderly woman in the neighboring bed couldn’t resist pulling back her curtain.

“You and your daughters have such a wonderful relationship,” she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

Feng Qianqian turned to her with a smile. “Oh, you flatter me. It’s just that they’re all so outstanding and filial each one of them is a joy, exactly as I’d hoped they’d be.”

At first, Xie Shaojun had assumed the elderly woman in the next bed was much older, given that she had hired a caretaker.

Her daughter and husband were presumably back in China, while she had come to Sri Lanka on a group tour. Unfortunately, she had broken her leg and ended up stuck in the hospital.

“Little Shao, say hello to Auntie Feng,” Feng Qianqian prompted.

Xie Shaojun turned her head and locked eyes with the middle-aged woman across the room around fifty-something, wearing a silk scarf, with half her hair streaked with gray.

Ten seconds later, she watched as the woman’s warm smile froze at the corners of her lips. Tears welled visibly in her eyes.

The woman wore thick black-framed glasses, and the lenses quickly fogged up from her uneven, shuddering breaths.

Xie Shaojun averted her gaze, popping another segment of orange into her mouth, only to wince at the sourness.

So she didn’t bother with politeness or calling her “Auntie.” Instead, she lazily yawned and said, “Hello. Xie Shaojun.”

“Ah ”

“Ah.”

The woman’s comb slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. Slowly, she turned her head, her gaze fixed on Xie Shaojun’s face. Then, as if unaware of her own reaction, she let out another soft, stunned, “Ah.”

After a full ten seconds of silence, Feng Cinian seemed utterly shocked. Panicked, she yanked open the drawer, her hand knocking against the bedside table, but she paid it no mind. Her eyes remained fixed as she frantically searched for sedatives in the drawer, her chapped hands trembling violently. Seven or eight medicine bottles rolled haphazardly in her palms.

The nanny had stepped out, and Feng Qianqian sensed something was wrong. She approached and asked, “Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to call a doctor?”

Feng Cinian’s eyes grew sore and swollen, turning red. Her gaze drifted past Feng Qianqian’s shoulder as she pointed a shaking finger at Xie Shaojun.

Her voice was like dry branches scraping against the ground, hoarse as she said, “Madam, she…”

Pointing at Xie Shaojun, Feng Cinian asked, “Is she your ”

Feng Qianqian, sharp as ever, noticed something amiss. She turned and cautiously shielded Xie Shaojun, introducing, “This is my daughter, Xie Shaojun. What’s the matter?”

“My daughter ” Tears spilled from Feng Cinian’s eyes. Her words came in broken fragments as she covered her mouth, her eyes red, taking deep breaths. “My daughter she’s also named Xie Shaojun.”

Feng Cinian looked at Feng Qianqian and asked, “Madam, are you mistaken? Xie Shaojun is the daughter I carried for ten months.”

In the hospital room, Feng Qianqian’s expression darkened instantly. A few seconds of silence followed.

“Professor Feng, don’t joke like this. I could never mistake my own daughter. I’m possessive, I don’t even allow others to claim her as their goddaughter.”

Feng Qianqian spoke with absolute certainty. Seeing Feng Cinian still staring unsettlingly at Xie Shaojun, her expression soured. She pressed the bedside call button to summon a psychiatrist for Feng Cinian.

Then, angrily, she drew the curtain shut.

Xie Shaojun looked up and saw her mother pressing her lips together as she texted Xie Cheng, scoffing, “First time meeting her, and I thought she was from a scholarly family. Turns out ha! Seeing my daughter’s beauty, obedience, and sweetness, she dares to spout nonsense and try to steal her from me.”

Xie Shaojun couldn’t help but laugh. She held out a sour tangerine to Feng Qianqian. “Mom,” she said, “have a tangerine.”