Chapter One: Not Worth Being Buried Alongside Her
She stood at one meter seventy-two, and in just three months, her weight plummeted from 95 jin to a mere 60 jin, resembling a breathing corpse lying on a pale hospital bed. The doctor instructed the nurse, "It’s only a matter of days now. Notify the family to come and keep vigil."
...
When she struggled to wake, the only familiar face by her bedside was her childhood best friend, Warm Leaf.
“Warm Leaf, please... take care of Xiaofeng for me...”
Her own son, who showed no affection for her but clung to Warm Leaf—now entrusting her son was fate’s cruel twist.
Warm Leaf smiled gently, but her eyes held a biting irony. “Don’t worry. I’ll not only take care of Xiaofeng, but I’ll also take good care of Chen Ze.”
As she spoke, she proudly caressed her belly. “And our baby, Chen Ze’s and mine—not an accident, mind you. It was planned that very day you received your breast and lymphoma cancer diagnosis.”
“That day, I was truly happy. It felt like even heaven was making room for me.”
Xiang Yu’s mind felt as if struck by a hammer, thunderous and relentless.
Even Warm Leaf seemed blurred and indistinct, a white shadow layered over her vision.
Warm Leaf’s icy words cut through her like a biting wind, freezing the last ember of warmth in Xiang Yu’s heart.
Yet she refused to yield. “I’ve held back for so long. If I don’t vent before you die, I’ll suffocate.”
Xiang Yu glared fiercely at her.
Warm Leaf covered her mouth, stepping back. “Xiang Yu, don’t look at me like that. You have no idea how terrifying you look in this state. Didn’t the caregiver I hired show you the mirror every day?”
Receiving no response, Warm Leaf chuckled softly. “You were the fool—how could you not have noticed all this time? Don’t blame me.”
“You should thank me for my mercy, letting you become a ghost who sees clearly.”
Then she sneered, “Even Xiaofeng has started calling me ‘mom.’ Tell me, how much of a failure do you think that makes you?”
“I’m healthy now, beautiful, and well-regarded—all the things you lack today. Are you jealous?”
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Warm Leaf leaned in close, her voice soft but sharp. “If you hadn’t gotten cancer, I wouldn’t have let you live long anyway. I’ve wanted to be Mrs. Chen for a long time.”
“Your man, your child, your house, and your wealth—I’ve taken them all. You can rest in peace now.”
Her poisonous words shattered Xiang Yu’s spirit, her whole body aching unbearably, desperate to escape this flesh and bone.
But she refused to die so easily; she wanted to drag the shameless Warm Leaf down to hell with her.
Yet Warm Leaf transformed into a demon in disguise, reaching for Xiang Yu’s oxygen mask...
No matter how much Xiang Yu struggled, she ultimately gasped her last breath with eyes wide open.
...
When Xiang Yu sensed the world around her becoming clear again, it was midnight.
She suddenly sat upright, bathed in faint, shimmering moonlight, realizing she was in a large dormitory room cramped with eight bunk beds.
This was her junior high school dormitory!
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