After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 34.1

Unable to pull Chi Yi up, Xie Shaoyun opened her mouth, intending to say something.

But as her arm brushed against Chi Yi’s shoulder, an immense force suddenly seized Xie Shaoyun’s soul. The world spun violently, and all the scenery around her blurred into indistinct, overlapping shadows.

Xie Shaoyun lost consciousness.

When she woke again, it was the next morning. Xie Shaoyun was certain she was no longer in her soul form.

Her field of vision had narrowed, no longer as expansive as it had been in her soul state. Everything she could see now

The potted plant on the desk, the crystal, the black and white telephones, and the Bloomberg terminal to her left, displaying real-time stock prices and company names.

All of it appeared in an exaggeratedly magnified form. After adjusting to the light, Xie Shaoyun squinted at the words on the terminal screen.

“August 3, 2025, 9:35 AM. Haimi stock price: XX.”

After reading that line, Xie Shaoyun didn’t bother struggling to look in a mirror.

This wasn’t her first time transmigrating into a skull, so she wasn’t particularly surprised. She could detect the faint scent of freesia body wash and feel the dull thud of the skull bumping against her collarbone.

She adjusted her position with practiced ease, resting quietly against Chi Yi’s neck as she observed the contours of Chi Yi’s face, the color of her lips, and the dryness at the corners of her mouth.

Everything seemed normal, as though Chi Yi’s despondent state last night, slumped over the toilet had never happened.

For a fleeting moment, Xie Shaoyun wished Chi Yi were a statue, frozen in this composed and steady demeanor, untouched by emotions or memories that might disrupt her calm.

Because if that were the case, Xie Shaoyun wouldn’t feel the slightest hesitation about her own decisions.

Chi Yi’s work was incredibly busy, and she was constantly moving around.

Bored out of her mind and unwilling to keep staring at the unsettling sight of Chi Yi, Xie Shaoyun shifted her gaze to the office decor.

Then she froze briefly. On the massive desk massive from her current perspective between the two black and white phones, sat an exquisitely framed painting. The small artwork was remarkably well-executed.

A pond with lotus leaves, rippling blue water.

Even with her now-professional, artistically critical eye, Xie Shaoyun still found this landscape painting praiseworthy.

Especially the ripples across the pond, under the night sky, a cool breeze stirred shy waves, sending delicate ripples across the surface.

Back when she was twenty-two and broke, during the first year of her relationship with Chi Yi, Xie Shaoyun had gifted her a self-painted artwork titled Pond Ripples.

At the time, embarrassed by her financial constraints and worried Chi Yi might disdain the gift, Xie Shaoyun had lied, claiming it was a commissioned piece from a renowned artist at a prestigious studio.

“It’s worth a million,” Xie Shaoyun had told Chi Yi, adding that because of this painting, she’d had to survive on street food every night.

Of course, that was a lie, she just wanted Chi Yi to realize how much thought she’d put into her birthday gift.

In response, Chi Yi had thought it over and, the next day, waited for Xie Shaoyun at the entrance of Nan University. Clumsily, she pulled out every single card from her safe and shoved them all into Xie Shaoyun’s hands.

She’d even annoyingly added, “I hope you don’t mind this is all I have.”

Xie Shaoyun had laughed helplessly and politely declined.

Even so, Chi Yi hadn’t seemed particularly thrilled when she received the gift. She hadn’t even looked at the painting much, instead carefully tucking it between the pages of a book. When Xie Shaoyun pressed her Do you not like it? she’d even pretended to take the painting back.

Chi Yi avoided her, not letting her take the painting away, nor agreeing to Xie Shaojun placing the painting on the table.

Xie Shaojun kept pressing, so Chi Yi kissed her, and Xie Shaojun kissed her back.

With clear, sincere eyes, Chi Yi told Xie Shaojun that she didn’t understand art.

Xie Shaojun was disheartened for a long time after that, and for many years afterward, she never gave Chi Yi another painting.

It wasn’t until today that Xie Shaojun realized Chi Yi, who claimed to have no artistic sensibility, had framed this palm-sized painting in an exquisitely crafted frame. She had even covered it with a transparent film to protect it from dust, placing it solemnly among the expensive decorations on her desk.

Xie Shaojun stared at the painting for a while, lost in thought.

She thought about Chi Yi’s state yesterday. If not for that inexplicable force, Xie Shaojun might have lost control and scolded Chi Yi awake.

At 10:15, a top-tier lawyer arrived at Chi Yi’s office to discuss matters.

They sat on the sofa by the window to talk. The lawyer, dressed in a very proper suit, carried himself with confidence.

For some reason, despite Chi Yi being a strikingly beautiful and talented woman with an aloof demeanor, the lawyer didn’t dare meet her eyes as if he was afraid of her.

“Are you ready?” Chi Yi got straight to the point. The lawyer opened his briefcase, pulled out several documents, and gestured for Chi Yi to review them first before signing if everything was correct.

Chi Yi skimmed through the stack of papers at lightning speed. After about ten minutes, she confirmed there were no issues and began signing her name in the designated spots with elegant, flowing calligraphy.

Chi Yi’s name had quite a few strokes, but even so, she signed swiftly, her handwriting neat and bold, every stroke distinct.

The lawyer hesitated for a moment before cautiously saying, “Once your assets are entrusted to the fund during your lifetime, no one but you can revoke or alter the trust. However, there’s one thing I need to confirm with you.”

Chi Yi motioned for him to continue.

“The primary inheritors are your father and mother. But you’ve included inheritance rights for your deceased ex-wife in the trust. Would you like to make any changes?”

Xie Shaojun froze, turning her head to see Chi Yi calmly reply, “As you said, my ex-wife is already deceased. The one entitled to one-third of my assets isn’t her it’s Xie Shaojun, the painter from Sijiu City.”

Xie Shaojun: “…”

Chi Yi quickly flipped to the last page of the inheritance transfer documents. Xie Shaojun looked down and saw her own personal information her ID number.

“Chi Yi, stop being so self-centered, will you?”

“I’m already dead, and I still can’t escape your habit of making decisions for me.”

Unable to hold back, Xie Shaojun angrily rolled around Chi Yi’s neck. But since she was trapped in the skull, her words couldn’t be heard by others.

So she only cursed Chi Yi silently in her heart “annoying.”

If she hadn’t been in that car accident, hadn’t fallen into a coma and entered the fast-transmigration system, Xie Shaojun would have lived a privileged life as a wealthy second-generation heiress. Her mother, Xie Cheng, ran an automotive company ranked within the top twenty, not the absolute pinnacle of wealth, but certainly far from struggling.

When Xie Cheng’s three daughters were still young, she had already allocated a portion of the company’s dividends from her personal account to each of them. Xie Shaojun might not have had as much money as Chi Yi, but she had never been short of it.

So why on earth would she need to inherit Chi Yi’s assets?

Xie Shaoyun felt a strange unease in her heart, wondering if she had somehow given herself away and that Chi Yi had realized Xie Haoyun was actually her.

Fortunately, the lawyer seemed even more confused than Xie Shaoyun. He hesitated, looking at Chi Yi.

Surprisingly, Chi Yi didn’t reprimand him for his lack of professionalism. Instead, she gave him a rather peculiar explanation.

“My late ex-wife didn’t like spending my money when she was alive. She was an excellent tattoo artist, but her financial situation wasn’t great, so she often ate at street stalls for dinner. Later, it caused serious health problems.”

When Chi Yi mentioned this, she seemed to recall something and pressed her lips tightly together.

Xie Shaoyun’s emotions were complicated.

If she could speak, she would have loved to tell Chi Yi that she actually believed such nonsense about eating at street stalls.

Xie Shaoyun admitted she could be stingy at times, but that didn’t mean she was short on money.

Because she was with Chi Yi, she had subconsciously felt that her partner was so accomplished that she didn’t want to be seen as freeloading. Her pride had inexplicably gotten the better of her, so she had saved up a lot of money, planning to use it to buy gifts for Chi Yi.

Yet after her death, Chi Yi had spun it into this kind of story. Xie Shaoyun narrowed her eyes, too annoyed to listen to her anymore.

But Chi Yi’s irritating voice came from above: “If she had been born into a better family, if she hadn’t met me, if she hadn’t had parents like Xie Guangqi… she should have been like Xie Haoyun.”

Chi Yi said to the lawyer, “If I had to give a reason, it’s probably because Xie Haoyun is the only person who resembles Xie Shaoyun in both appearance and personality. I want her to never go hungry, never struggle with money, and always have good luck.”

With that, she set down her pen, signed the last contract, and asked the lawyer indifferently, “Is there anything else that needs to be addressed?”

The lawyer must have been stunned by Chi Yi’s absurd reasoning. After a dazed pause, he opened his mouth and said no.

Chi Yi’s work was usually monotonous and repetitive, but today, she didn’t spend the whole time reviewing contracts. Occasionally, she glanced at the company’s real-time stock prices, and Xie Shaoyun noticed her looking at the terminal several times.

At noon, Secretary Wang knocked on the door to remind Chi Yi of a prearranged lunch meeting. Chi Yi stood up and left the office.

Secretary Wang followed behind her, closing the office door.