After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 67

After Jian Qing was arrested and brought to justice, Xie Shaojun and Chi Yi visited the police station twice.

The first time was the following afternoon, to assist the police with their statements.

The second time was today, two days later.

“Thank you both.”

After completing the statements, Officer Wang personally escorted Xie Shaojun and Chi Yi out of the police station.

At the entrance, Xie Shaojun asked Chi Yi uncertainly, “Jian Qing will get the death penalty, right?”

Chi Yi nodded and said, “Mhm.” Xie Shaojun then smiled and replied, “Good.”

It was the depths of winter, and despite the sun, the weather was still bitterly cold.

The two got into the car, where Chi Yi’s driver was waiting. They sat together in the back seat, but there was a partition between them. Chi Yi seemed displeased with it and adjusted the controls to lower the divider.

She leaned against Xie Shaojun’s shoulder, her tone tinged with reluctance. “I only have two days off”

Xie Shaojun said, “I know. You should go back to work.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me to stay?”

Xie Shaojun glanced at Chi Yi, thinking to herself, If I ask you to stay any longer, I’ll die under the peony blossom.

During those two days off, they had spent the entire time in bed.

If they kept this up, Chi Yi, with her high work efficiency wouldn’t mind, but Xie Shaojun’s workload at the studio would only pile up.

She cleared her throat lightly and shifted her boneless body away from Chi Yi, putting on a serious face. “Work is important, and I have work to do too. In a few days, I’ll go to Nan City to hand over Da Mei’s tattoo work. We’ll see each other again then.”

After saying this, Xie Shaojun didn’t receive any sign of agreement from Chi Yi.

Chi Yi remained silent, unilaterally ending the conversation.

In the afternoon, they went to a hot spring resort.

The resort was owned by Chi Yi’s high school classmate, Li Xi. Xie Shaojun also knew her, they had met last year at a banquet hosted by her father.

Li Xi was a capable woman, sociable and adept at reading people.

Her bright eyes swept over their faces before settling on the matching rings Xie Shaojun and Chi Yi were wearing.

She smiled knowingly and greeted Chi Yi, “Busy woman, I heard you were coming, so I specially arranged a drinking party. I didn’t expect you to bring Xie San along.”

“Such an honor. Come on in the hot springs are ready for you.”

After soaking in the springs, the midday drinking party was held at a rather upscale club. Li Xi had invited some old classmates and several people from their social circle.

Those who knew Chi Yi gathered around her, speaking and toasting with flattery. Chi Yi drank tea instead of alcohol, and no one objected.

At the dining table, Xie Shaojun recognized two people.

One of them, lacking Li Xi’s tact, found Chi Yi difficult to approach and instead pulled Xie Shaojun into conversation. “Xie Shaojun, I heard your mom’s been setting you up on blind dates lately. How’s that going?”

Xie Shaojun replied, “What do you mean, how’s it going?”

In truth, she hadn’t had the chance to meet any of them. The only one she’d recently encountered was someone who happened to be in Nan City, who had approached her and just happened to run into Chi Yi.

Thinking of this, Xie Shaojun glanced sideways at Chi Yi, who was also looking at her.

Their gazes met in midair, and the atmosphere grew subtly tense.

The person, oblivious, continued trying to ingratiate themselves. “With so many blind date photos, you really have no thoughts? With your standards, it’s impossible you don’t have options. Your standards must be too high.”

The faint smile on Chi Yi’s lips vanished completely. Xie Shaojun, even more annoyed, gave the person a cool look.

She raised her ring finger slightly, letting the ring catch the light. Lifting her eyelids lazily, she said nothing more.

But in this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

Chi Yi gave a faint smile, then picked up the wine glass with her left hand the one wearing the ring and took a slow, deliberate sip of red wine.

The crimson liquid made her fingers appear even paler, and the matching ring engraved with Xie Shaojun’s name stood out clearly.

The person who had spoken earlier now flushed red with embarrassment, his attempt at friendliness having backfired spectacularly, offending none other than Chi Yi herself.

For the rest of the meal, he slumped in his seat like a frostbitten eggplant, wishing he could slap himself twice over.

That night, the two stayed at a hot spring resort. After her bath, Xie Shaojun wrapped herself in a towel.

Finally, Chi Yi spoke up, asking, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates these past two years.”

“No.”

“Then ”

“I don’t know them, and I don’t want to.”

“Chi Yi,” Xie Shaojun whispered into her ear, cutting her off. She took Chi Yi’s hand and held it up to the light.

“These rings look perfect together,” she said.

Chi Yi’s gaze turned strange, leaning in closer. Xie Shaojun touched her, and Chi Yi buried her face against Xie Shaojun’s chest, asking, “Want to?”

She emphasized that she really wanted to tonight because tomorrow, they’d be going back.

Her voice was urgent. Xie Shaojun didn’t answer, but…

On New Year’s Day 2026, at Xie Cheng’s request, Xie Shaojun invited Chi Yi home to meet the family.

Chi Yi arrived in Sijiu City at five in the evening, just in time for the latter half of dinner.

Since they’d given advance notice, aside from Xie Zangxing, Chi Yi was warmly welcomed.

Xie Cheng ushered Chi Yi to the dining table. Chi Yi hung her coat on the rack, shook off the snow, and sat beside Xie Shaojun.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said to everyone.

Her parents were both very welcoming.

Xie Shaojun leaned in and whispered to Chi Yi, “My parents really like you.”

“Know why?”

“Why?”

Xie Shaojun met Chi Yi’s eyes and said, “Because I like you.”

Chi Yi simply looked at her quietly, then replied with deep sincerity, “Okay. Thank you for liking me.”

The Xie family meals were casual, with no strict formalities. The housekeeper didn’t serve too many dishes, but they were all refined. On special occasions, Feng Qianqian, in high spirits, would cook herself.

At the table, Xie Cheng told Feng Qianqian that for the upcoming New Year, they’d be traveling to Austria for an important business conference and wouldn’t be back for the first day of the year. So, they planned to take Grandma along for a holiday abroad.

“What about us?” Xie Shaojun asked with a grin.

“Young people have their own lives.”

Xie Shaojun teased, “Fine, I get it. Mom and Dad want some private adult time.”

Feng Qianqian pulled a red envelope from her bag and lightly smacked Xie Shaojun’s hand with it. “Ever since you moved out, just look at how long it’s been since you came home.”

Then, she redirected the envelope and handed it to Chi Yi.

Chi Yi accepted it graciously, saying, “Thank you, Auntie.”

Before Xie Shaojun could react, Xie Zangxing spoke up.

She asked her mother, “Why are you giving Chi Yi a check? Does she need money?”

Feng Qianqian shot her a glare, scolding her for being rude.

“When Damei came over, I gave her one too. Do you want to return yours?”

“That’s different.”

“How is it different? Isn’t Xie Shaojun your sister? Isn’t she my daughter?”

Xie Zangxing didn’t dare argue further but muttered under her breath, “Chi Yi isn’t, though.”

Feng Qianqian moved to hit her, but Xie Zangxing dodged, stubbornly insisting, “You keep saying we’re family, but when has she ever called me ‘Second Sister’?”

The words carried weight. Xie Shaojun tilted her head to glance at Chi Yi.

Chi Yi’s long hair cascaded loosely, her eyes clear and serene.

Every movement she made while eating was a delight to behold, as if the clamor at the dining table couldn’t disturb her. Xie Shaojun peeled a shrimp for her, and Chi Yi ate it without hesitation.

After finishing, she took a napkin and dabbed the corners of her lips.

She seemed utterly unbothered, which put Xie Shaojun at ease. Just as Xie Shaojun was about to look away, Chi Yi abruptly opened her eyes and turned to Xie Zangxing, asking coolly, “You want to hear it?”

Xie Zangxing froze under Chi Yi’s gaze, a chill running down her spine.

As a psychologist, she understood her patients’ emotional shifts better than anyone. On the surface, Chi Yi appeared calm and composed, elegant and unruffled. But someone like her truly didn’t care about many things, whether Xie Zangxing agreed or not was hardly something Chi Yi would concern herself with.

Logically, Chi Yi shouldn’t have even acknowledged her. Yet, in that fleeting glance, Xie Zangxing detected a frost-like sharpness.

Chi Yi was actually taking this seriously. Xie Zangxing was left awkwardly stranded.

Her tone softened slightly as she said, “Chi Yi.”

“Whether I agree or not, you two disregarded my advice and got together anyway. After all this time, we’ll be seeing each other often. Setting aside status and age, you should call me ‘elder sister,’ but you’ve never once addressed me properly.”

“If I say it, does that make me family with Xie Shaojun?”

Xie Zangxing stiffened her neck and replied, “Of course.”

Xie Shaojun couldn’t take it anymore. She picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it in Chi Yi’s bowl, lightly scratching her palm.

She turned to tell her second sister to shut up, but Chi Yi stopped her, gripping Xie Shaojun’s wrist to signal that she’d handle it herself.

Xie Shaojun fell silent. The next moment, Chi Yi said to Xie Zangxing with an impassive expression, “Second Sister.”

The dining room fell into stunned silence. Even Xie Shaojun was dumbfounded. After a pause, Chi Yi asked Xie Zangxing, “Why aren’t you responding?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Chi Yi remained unperturbed, enunciating each word deliberately. “It’s fine if you don’t respond. But now, can I have the red envelope from Auntie, Second Sister?”

Xie Zangxing flushed, caught between agreeing and refusing, either would be impolite. She could only glare at Xie Shaojun, silently demanding she fix this.

Xie Shaojun blinked innocently, her eyes retorting, I warned you last time, conformity is key. Stand out, and you’ll suffer.

But Xie Zangxing hadn’t listened. Still, magnanimous as ever, Xie Shaojun didn’t leave her second sister hanging. She clasped Chi Yi’s hand and, setting aside past grievances, raised her wine glass smoothly to mediate. “Second Sister, it’s rare for us all to meet. Chi Yi and I would like to toast you.”

Xie Zangxing, unsuspecting, put on a show of lifting her glass and downed it in one go.

Once the toast was done, Xie Shaojun blinked again and extended her hand to Xie Zangxing. “Where’s your red envelope?”

According to tradition, when a junior toasts and addresses an elder for the first time at home, the elder is supposed to give a red envelope. Xie Zangxing had brought this upon herself, and Xie Shaojun had no qualms about teasing her.

Dr. Xie, who spent her hefty monthly salary on supporting her favorite celebrity couples, buying tattoo designs, and paying living expenses, was the poorest among the Xie sisters. The moment she realized she had to give Chi Yi a red envelope, she froze in place:

She shot a pleading look at Damei.

Damei burst out laughing. She didn’t hesitate to pull out a thick wad of cash from her purse, swiftly assembling a hefty red envelope before tossing it to Xie Shaojun.

Turning to Xie Zangxing, she chided, “Don’t be so stingy.”

Xie Zangxing:

Mid-January.

Xie Shaoyun flew to Beicheng twice. There were some follow-up tasks from the art exhibition held during her previous coma that required discussions with the robot.

When her plane landed, Chi Yi happened to be there as well.

Xie Shaoyun asked her, “Weren’t you inspecting projects in the Asia-Pacific region these past two days?”

Chi Yi said she had returned early: “It’s my mom’s birthday today.”

“Oh.” Xie Shaoyun lowered her eyes, her tone turning slightly stiff, but she still patiently said, “Then happy birthday to your mom.”

“Would you like to come over?” Chi Yi asked quickly.

“You want me to go?”

“No,” Chi Yi answered.

“Why?”

“My grandfather was a British-Chinese man. He stayed in England for a long time and admired Western culture, adopting the social etiquette of the British royal family. My father was deeply influenced by this…”

Xie Shaoyun was taken aback. She had heard bits and pieces about Chi Yi’s family before, but hearing it directly from Chi Yi made it feel more profound.

Chi Yi rarely introduced her family in this life to Xie Shaoyun because, on the surface, her family maintained only a semblance of harmony, every member wore a mask.

Her parents were the epitome of high society, with a set of conventional standards for speech and behavior.

Dining etiquette was as natural to Chi Yi as breathing, executed with effortless grace, but it wasn’t something Xie Shaoyun was accustomed to.

That kind of environment was too stifling. Chi Yi told Xie Shaoyun, “I don’t think you’d like it.”

“You only need to do what you enjoy.”

Chi Yi relayed this in her usual calm tone, yet the words carried an inexplicable tenderness.

Xie Shaoyun curled her lips and said, “Chi Yi.”

“Hmm?”

“Meeting your parents and defining our relationship is something I’d do for the person I love. Which is essentially the same as doing what I like.”

Though Xie Shaoyun was twisting the logic, Chi Yi felt happy and let out a soft laugh, conceding, “Alright. I’ll pick you up.”

Xie Shaoyun bought a beautiful bouquet from a flower shop before arriving. Mrs. Chi took the flowers into her own hands, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

She kept calling Xie Shaoyun a “good girl,” thanking her for living well with Chi Yi.

Xie Shaoyun didn’t take Mrs. Chi’s words entirely to heart, so she didn’t say much, letting Mrs. Chi do most of the talking.

During dinner, Mr. Chi came downstairs and took his seat at the head of the table.

Before the meal, he exchanged a few words with Chi Yi, their conversation stiff and formal, like a work report between superior and subordinate. But throughout the meal, none of the discomfort Chi Yi had worried about for Xie Shaoyun arose.

After dinner, Mrs. Chi pulled Xie Shaoyun aside for flower arranging.

While Chi Yi was in her father’s study discussing matters, Mrs. Chi quietly held Xie Shaoyun’s hand and said, “Good girl, Chi Yi”

“Has she ever told you… that you and her”

Mrs. Chi’s voice choked up as she spoke to Xie Shaoyun: “Chi Yi had someone she loved deeply, just like she loves you now. You two look very alike. I don’t know if she’s mistaking you for that person”

“I know,” Xie Shaoyun interrupted, handing her a tissue.

Mrs. Chi took it and wiped her tears.

She kept apologizing, saying, “I’m sorry, and thank you for accepting my daughter despite all this.”

She said, “My daughter has had a very hard time these past two years, but today, I saw her smile.”

“Thank you.”

Mrs. Chi’s well-maintained hands trembled as she looked at Xie Shaojun, her expression filled with profound guilt and gratitude. Perhaps it was the apology of a mother to someone her daughter might have hurt, coupled with thanks for her salvation.

But Xie Shaojun didn’t need that. She lifted her head and said to Mrs. Chi, “It’s alright.”

Then, unable to help herself, she corrected her: “Chi Yi hasn’t wronged me.”

“We’re mutual.”

Everything was mutual including love and dependence.