After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 5

Jian Qing addressed Xie Shaojun as “sister,” much like how the Calabash Brothers called an unrelated old man “grandpa.”

The former had eaten at the Xie family’s table for over twenty years. Professor Xie and his wife would have gladly left her a share of their inheritance, so it was only natural for Xie Shaojun to demand that Jian Qing call her “sister.”

She saw no need to explain.

“If you’d like, you can ask her to call you that too.” Pressed onto the bed by Chi Yi, the sheets sinking beneath them, their breaths mingling, Xie Shaojun felt a surge of irritation.

She narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look out the window.

The floor-to-ceiling window wasn’t fully open. The faint morning light outlined the yolk-like sun, its reflection glinting off the glass. The two of them, one above the other, bathed in the hazy dawn, the lighting and posture dripping with ambiguity.

Truthfully, Xie Shaojun wasn’t worried that Chi Yi would want to do anything with her, she was only afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist temptation and break her own vow.

In the month they’d been married, the number of times they’d done it could be counted on one hand.

Chi Yi wasn’t particularly fond of such things and didn’t have the usual desires of an adult woman. Every time before, if not for Xie Shaojun’s relentless teasing, Chi Yi would hardly have developed any fondness for it.

Even when stripped of her shirt, Chi Yi lay on the bed like a reserved statue, leaving everything to Xie Shaojun, letting her dictate every sensation until Chi Yi’s face finally showed signs of unbearable pleasure.

But now, Xie Shaojun didn’t want to anymore.

Late-stage brain cancer had clear physical symptoms: drowsiness, vomiting blood.

After last night’s drinking binge, Xie Shaojun had silently vomited blood in the bathroom. No matter how reckless she was, she had resolved in her heart to quit alcohol, lust, and Chi Yi.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Even after Xie Shaojun finished speaking, Chi Yi didn’t move from on top of her.

Chi Yi’s delicate willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly, her possessiveness, though she’d never admit it seeking some trace of the usual comforting aura from Xie Shaojun.

She scrutinized Xie Shaojun carefully, not missing a single flicker of impatience on her face. Not even when a strand of thick hair slipped from behind Xie Shaojun’s ear, its ends brushing against her neck, tickling her in an unbearable way, did Chi Yi notice.

“Can you get off first?” Xie Shaojun struggled slightly, but Chi Yi’s grip didn’t loosen instead, it tightened.

Xie Shaojun could only suppress her frustration and say, “You’re hurting me.”

Chi Yi eased her grip slightly but didn’t let go.

When it came to getting to the bottom of Xie Shaojun’s issues, Chi Yi had an annoying persistence. Xie Shaojun didn’t want to keep arguing over such trivial matters: “Jian Qing calling me by a nickname would make outsiders think we’re close. But that’s not the case. So… I told her to call me ‘sister.’ Or do you want me to call her ‘sister’ instead?”

“Neither is acceptable.” Chi Yi suddenly lowered her head, burying her face in Xie Shaojun’s chest. With a tone of incomprehension, she asked, “Aren’t you mine?”

“Why would you be close to anyone else?”

Half-kneeling, half-leaning over Xie Shaojun, Chi Yi seemed determined to wait for an answer before letting go. Her peach-blossom eyes stared down stubbornly, and for a fleeting moment, Xie Shaojun looked up this person seemed to be her entire world.

Something churned in her stomach, threatening to rise. Xie Shaojun swallowed it down, then couldn’t help but lift her head and kiss Chi Yi.

She thought one last time. For this temptation, she would break her vow and lose herself in the world.

The kiss didn’t last long so brief that Chi Yi didn’t even notice Xie Shaojun’s unusual state before her work phone rang.

Xie Shaojun’s tongue was still swirling in Chi Yi’s mouth when Chi Yi glanced at the phone beside her and pressed the answer button with trembling fingers.

Secretary Wang’s voice came through, she was Chi Yi’s most capable subordinate, speaking with the same brisk efficiency as her boss. She clearly outlined the day’s schedule before informing Chi Yi that an acquisition contract needed signing at 8 a.m., followed by a 10 a.m. meeting with the lead engineer from GHT at East Wind Tower.

“Although the executives in Tainan have some complaints about our last-minute cancellation, the contract terms are still being negotiated.”

Following Chi Yi’s work habits, Secretary Wang promptly sent over the relevant documents. Chi Yi hesitated for only three seconds before decisively ending the kiss, calmly pushing Xie Shaojun’s tongue out with her teeth.

Her ragged breathing steadied within moments, and with composed detachment, she picked up her phone and began working.

By then, the sun had fully risen. Chi Yi didn’t take long, three minutes to review, two to strategize, and five to issue directives efficiently allocating negotiation timelines for the minor two-billion-yuan contract.

Twenty minutes later, after finalizing the contingency plan, Chi Yi turned back to Xie Shaojun.

To her surprise, Xie Shaojun had closed her eyes again and fallen asleep.

Chi Yi frowned, a bad feeling settling in her chest. She didn’t know what had happened to Xie Shaojun, but in just a few days away, Xie Shaojun seemed to have suffered some devastating blow, entering a state of decline as withered as the fading iris tattoo on her right thigh.

Chi Yi didn’t want to see her like this, but she didn’t know how to fix it. So, as she had done countless times before, she pulled the blanket off Xie Shaojun and stubbornly shook her awake.

“Can’t you manage your time better? How old are you, still lazing in bed?” Chi Yi scolded. “Sleeping more than eight hours makes people sluggish—constantly drowsy, unable to think clearly.”

Xie Shaojun wasn’t actually asleep. The metallic tang of blood rose in her throat, but she couldn’t vomit it in front of Chi Yi. So she kept her eyes shut, rolled over, and ignored her.

Soon, Chi Yi’s phone rang again. This time, she stepped out to take the call.

Xie Shaojun thought that was the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

Ten minutes later, Chi Yi returned, finding Xie Shaojun still in bed. She walked over and said flatly, “The video of you pretending to be sick and forcing someone to give up their seat on the subway yesterday got posted online. Netizens dug up our family backgrounds while they were at it.”

Xie Shaojun asked, “Did my parents call you?”

“No. Mine did.”

Chi Yi replied, “They asked me when you’d stop embarrassing them.”

“What did you say?” Xie Shaojun asked offhandedly.

Of course, Chi Yi hadn’t entertained them she’d hung up.

But that didn’t mean Xie Shaojun could take her indulgence for granted. In public, Chi Yi would always stand by her, but mistakes were still mistakes.

Xie Shaojun had provoked a stranger by faking illness behavior that invited trouble. Her refusal to grow up and constant recklessness meant Chi Yi could never fully focus on work without worry.

With that thought, Chi Yi yanked off the velvet blanket and delivered a sharp slap to Xie Shaojun’s backside.

“You quit your job.” Chi Yi stated matter-of-factly, informing Xie Shaojun of her decision. “From now on, you’ll stay by my side and come to work with me.”

At this, Xie Shaojun finally opened her eyes.

“No can do. You hit me too hard.” Xie Shaojun stared into Chi Yi’s eyes, her voice hoarse with suppressed anger, the metallic tang of blood filling her mouth.

In her usual tone, she spoke words that severed her ties to this world, telling Chi Yi, “I don’t want to be under your control.”

“Yesterday in the car, when I said I don’t want you it wasn’t a joke. I meant it.”

Xie Shaojun said this, but Chi Yi remained silent.

Her fingers clutched the blanket she had just pulled away from Xie Shaojun, her knuckles turning white.

Xie Shaojun blinked away the emotions in her eyes, refusing to look at Chi Yi’s hands.

Lifting her gaze to meet Chi Yi’s, her puppy-dog eyes curved downward as she smiled and said in a gentle, soothing voice, “Let’s get a divorce, okay?”