After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 62.2

Jian Qing let out a shriek and dodged, but the alcohol still seeped from the top of her head, soaking into her gown.

Chi Yi offered a half-hearted apology before calling her secretary over, instructing her to remember to compensate Director Jian with a new dress.

Then she turned her face slightly and said to Xie Shaojun, “Alright, let’s go.”

Around ten in the evening, the banquet came to an end.

Most of the guests had already left. Xie Shaojun walked Chi Yi to the entrance when Feng Qianqian intercepted them, asking Xie Shaojun, “Are you seeing Chi Yi home?”

Xie Shaojun shook her head. “Chi Yi doesn’t own property in Sijiu City.”

“She’ll be staying alone at a hotel. Mom can have the driver take her.”

Chi Yi declined Feng Qianqian’s offer, saying she had brought her own driver.

Feng Qianqian flashed a smile of dubious sincerity, exchanging pleasantries with Chi Yi before urging Xie Shaojun to say goodbye.

Xie Shaojun lifted her eyelids, releasing Chi Yi’s fingertips, but instead of bidding farewell, she leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss on Chi Yi’s cheek. Then she asked, “What time is your flight tomorrow?”

“Seven.” Chi Yi’s cheeks burned as she lowered her gaze, indifferent to whether Feng Qianqian approved of their relationship. Unbothered by the onlookers, she locked eyes with Xie Shaojun, reluctant to part.

She told Xie Shaojun she would be busy in the coming days preparing for the 6nm chip project.

“You’ve mentioned that several times today.”

Xie Shaojun said she understood.

She never used to read financial magazines, but now she actively sought out news about Chi Yi during breakfast. She noticed that the negative press about Chi Yi was far from kind, Wednesday’s board election was bound to be an uphill battle.

Xie Shaojun reminded Chi Yi to rest and avoid staying up late. Then she added, “Tomorrow’s timing is too tight. I probably won’t be able to see you off.”

“You don’t have to,” Chi Yi replied immediately.

Xie Shaojun hummed in acknowledgment, grasping for something to say. “Text me when you get to the hotel.”

Chi Yi: “Okay.”

“Even though we agreed that I’d visit you next Wednesday after you’ve settled all your affairs, if I have time before then… can I come see you?”

Chi Yi seemed taken aback by the question, studying Xie Shaojun for a long moment before agreeing.

In a husky voice, struggling to articulate, she murmured, “If you come, I’ll always have time.”

After arranging to meet Chi Yi in a few days, Xie Shaojun rode home in Feng Qianqian’s car.

By the time they arrived, she was feeling dizzy. At half past ten, the thermometer read 38°C.

Xie Shaojun took some medicine and lay in bed. Chi Yi texted to say she had reached the hotel, and Xie Shaojun replied:

[Get some rest early.]

By eleven, the fever hadn’t subsided. Bundled under the thick quilt, Xie Shaojun was drenched in sweat.

Feng Qianqian’s unasked questions about her daughter’s relationship were shelved for the night as the old mansion remained brightly lit.

Damei woke up midway and saw Grandma Xie squatting by the wall outside, burning paper money.

Turning to look for Xie Zangxing, she heard chaotic footsteps from the third floor and the distant wail of an ambulance siren. She stopped a servant and asked, “What’s going on?”

The servant stammered, “Third Miss, she ”

“She had a febrile seizure.”

Damei’s glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. She sprinted toward the third floor, only to collide with someone’s back. When the person turned around, Damei’s eyes widened in recognition it was Chi Yi.

Damei didn’t ask Chi Yi why she was standing there this time, because there wasn’t a trace of emotion in Chi Yi’s eyes. She hadn’t gone in to see Xie Shaojun; she just stood outside the door, her slender back leaning against the cold railing, her entire being enveloped in a lonely, desperate aura, as if she urgently needed rescue.

During the banquet, she hadn’t actually been running a fever, her body had been healthy.

But just as the fortune-teller had predicted for Xie Shaojun, on December 26th, whether morning or night, she would struggle on the brink of life and death.

She had once dismissed Xie Qingcheng’s nonsense and hadn’t taken it seriously. But this time, Xie Shaojun clearly felt herself nearing death.

Her heart raced one hundred, two hundred beats, skyrocketing.

Her soul was violently wrenched from her body, spinning wildly as it was pulled into a time-space tunnel, plummeting downward.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard the all too familiar beeping of medical equipment and the sound of footsteps.

“She’s not going to make it,” the doctor’s voice said.

“But she still had vital signs just now doctor, please!” Xie Shaojun heard Feng Qianqian’s voice, as if she were kneeling on the ground, clutching the doctor’s white coat. “Save my daughter!”

“Xiao Chi even dug out her heart, Why can’t she wake up? What did these two good kids do to deserve this?”

“Her only wish before dying was for her to live. Junjun, can you hear me?”

Feng Qianqian’s sobs were heart-wrenching, as if she were crying for her, and also for “Xiao Chi.”

Xie Shaojun suddenly felt an overwhelming sadness. Her soul was tugged, lingering in this stiff body for just a few minutes before being yanked away again, sinking deeper into the tunnel.

[Ding dong, welcome to Space Station 23657.]

The system said: [Hello, Xie Shaojun. It’s a pleasure to serve you. I am System 001 from the Role-Playing Department of the Quick Transmigration Bureau.]

[The system has detected your strong will to survive, cough let me start over. The system has detected your lack of will to survive… Wait, how can you not have any will to survive? Damn it, Quick Transmigration Bureau, you matched me with a host who doesn’t even want to live, I expletive]

After a long string of curses, it finally ran out of steam and stopped ranting.

[Ah, why aren’t you saying anything? What do you want?]

[As long as you complete the tasks, sweetheart, the system can fulfill any wish for you. Like extending your life… cough ugh, I can’t do the cutesy act. Hey! Are you deaf?]

Xie Shaojun remembered her first day entering the quick transmigration system, her first encounter with the system.

The system had ranted about fulfilling any wish for her. Xie Shaojun heard herself say to the system: “I don’t want rebirth. In the next life, I want Xiao Chi to be happy.”

Xie Shaojun couldn’t remember, who was Xiao Chi?

She felt exhausted, her soul heavy. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep. For some reason, the thought of living had always weighed on her, there was no hope, and she had lost something important in life. She didn’t want to return to the world where Feng Qianqian was crying.

She didn’t want to keep falling, either.

Her chest felt as if it had been pierced by an ice pick, leaving a gaping hole.

It hurt too much. Xie Shaojun thought, I don’t want to care about anyone anymore. I just want to sleep. So she closed her eyes and stopped struggling, gently stepping into the night that belonged to her.

But the moment she shut her eyes, she seemed to see the old house.

Night, cloudless.

The old woman was burning paper in the corner of the yard. Someone carried a stretcher out of the ambulance four people in white coats filed into the villa like fish in a row.

The bedroom door on the third floor was pushed open, and outside stood a figure.

Eyes as deep as a still pool gazed at the unconscious person inside the room.

They were like two solitary islands staring at each other.

No one knew if the mountains and seas between them could ever be leveled.

Chi Yi seemed accustomed to it accepting the pain of being constantly toyed with and torn apart by fate. Softly, she murmured to the person inside:

“You asked me, ‘Why do I suspect the person you’re trying to win over is me?’ Well, let me tell you, it’s because you said it yourself. Not just that, I also know”
“You have someone you love. You love her deeply, but she died for you.”

Chi Yi gave a bitter smile. “You work hard to complete your mission so she can be happy in another life. But you said you were afraid you’d failIn that black notebook, you wrote: ‘Don’t love Chi Yi. Don’t break character. Complete the mission. In the next life, she must be happy.'”

“That’s all I could see. Many pages were blank at first, but later, when I decided to go see the ocean, I started seeing a little more. Maybe in the future, I’ll uncover even more.”

I’ve told you everything you wanted to know.”

Through the narrow gap in the door, Chi Yi watched as Xie Shaojun was lifted onto the stretcher. Then she said, I’ll return the black notebook to you, alright?”

Read it yourself. You can tell me your thoughts afterward. I’ll do my best to suppress my jealousy and listen to your story. After all, you once said in this life and the last, I was ‘never your mission target,’ but you genuinely liked me. So I won’t hold it against you that there’s someone else you love more in your heart.”

Maybe I’m just unlucky.

A few months ago, in the comment section of The Movie Queen , a reader left a long negative review. I didn’t read the specifics at the time, I was hospitalized. Later, the comment was deleted.

Then she started spamming negative reviews, accusing me of deleting her comment.

Since I was in the hospital, I only saw it three weeks later and replied, explaining that it wasn’t me who deleted it she could check the deletion notice (moderator-removed). I asked her to apologize if she found out the truth, because authors are human too, and being falsely accused hurts.

She did apologize later, so I thought we’d made peace.

But like a never-ending drama, the moderators probably received complaints and deleted her subsequent flood of negative comments. She then started leaving bad ratings on every book of mine that allowed comments. The mods deleted them, and she came back to curse at me.

She called me thin-skinned, accused the mods of being my mom, said I was a “spiritual man,” and that since I’d locked comments on several books, I might as well stop writing altogether.

Last night, I was joyfully reported because of a line in The Movie Queen where the ex-girlfriend character Qi Sijia says: “A straight girl pretending to be gay? Just seal your pen in cement.”

Let me clarify, I don’t even know how to describe this. It’s so childish, this relentless chasing just to hurl abuse.

I laughed when I saw it, but honestly, I don’t get what’s happening.

Maybe this year, I’m just really, really unlucky. Things that have nothing to do with me, I don’t even understand where I went wrong. The whole time, I’ve just been standing there, baffled.

In the end, I didn’t want her to go berserk in Some Words and ruin the last peaceful place, so I locked it.

So unlucky. Let me explain this year, everything I do seems to bring trouble. Maybe I attract drama. I hope that by meekly accepting everyone’s curses, next year will bring better luck.

I’m saying this not to ask you guys to confront her or comfort me neither is necessary. I’m fine.

I didn’t read those comments, I’m just feeling down about my own bad luck.

She’ll leave eventually. As long as the mods don’t delete her, she’ll go away on her own.