Chapter 1 Final Words
“I just want to be reborn as your daughter next life and torment you to death!”
The day I died, Ji Shijing, the male lead I had chased for ten years without success, stood at my bedside holding a bouquet of bright red roses.
“Like it?”
I nodded.
Ji Shijing waved the flowers in front of me, then tossed them straight into the trash can. He added with a smirk, “I wouldn’t give them to you even if I threw them away.”
My mouth twitched. I ignored him and delivered my last line.
“In this life, I was ultimately… mistaken!”
After the heart-wrenching performance, I closed my eyes peacefully.
Unexpectedly, the sound signaling my departure from this world never came.
Instead, a needle jabbed into my backside.
“Ah—!”
I opened my eyes in pain and met Ji Shijing’s full-faced contempt.
He stood with arms crossed and ordered the doctor, “Don’t let her die. Inject as much epinephrine as possible. Also remove the oxygen mask; it’s a waste of money. A vicious woman like her who has done so much evil shouldn’t die painlessly. Torture her slowly so she can neither live nor die!”
The doctor glanced at me sympathetically and raised the syringe again.
“Stop the needle!”
I halted him and spat at Ji Shijing.
“Treating a dying person like this will bring you retribution!”
“Lin Yi, you really are a dead pig that fears no boiling water. Even at death’s door you’re still stubborn.”
Ji Shijing lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into my face, making me cough from the secondhand smoke.
Watching myself struggle to speak, a wave of grievance welled up.
Fine! Ji Shijing, you forced me!
I grabbed his clothes and snarled, “Tell me, how many days until Si Han’s follicle matures, moves toward the ovarian surface, protrudes outward, thins, ruptures, and releases most of the follicular fluid?”
Ji Shijing didn’t understand. He frowned, confused. “What?”
I ground my teeth. This uncultured domineering CEO was hopeless.
I had to ask directly. “When is Si Han’s next ovulation?”
Ji Shijing roared, “What? You still want to harm her?”
I sneered. “You don’t really love her. You can’t even remember this. What kind of good man forgets a woman’s cycle?”
“Nonsense! Who said I don’t remember?” Ji Shijing pulled out his phone.
Unbelievably, he had downloaded an app that tracked periods.
It displayed precise ovulation dates, menstrual periods, and fertile windows.
Ji Shijing muttered while checking, “So it’s the nineteenth this month…”
Realizing he had slipped, he took his anger out on me again.
“You venomous woman, are you plotting something despicable to drive Si Han and me apart? I’m telling you, no chance!”
I shook my head and explained.