Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 466 Hello, Gu Zhangzhu 2

Inside, Lin Qingping felt waves of pain engulfing her.

Gradually, the voices of the doctors and nurses seemed to fade into the distance, leaving only a hazy darkness surrounding her.

A familiar feeling of suffocation washed over me.

She began to struggle, and in her confusion, she felt as if someone was choking her, making it impossible for her to breathe, and her chest ached.

She suddenly remembered what that feeling was...

It was the feeling of suffocation and despair she experienced in her past life when her nephew pulled out her oxygen tube and smothered her with a pillow.

She could even vaguely hear some sounds, both strange and familiar, very noisy, very noisy.

She found the noise giving her a headache, and she desperately wanted to break free of the hand around her neck; she felt like he was choking her to death...

However, she couldn't break free. The feeling of suffocation made her consciousness even more blurred. The hand gripping her neck pulled her down.

Below was a dark, boundless abyss. She was being pulled down, falling and falling, with the cacophony of sounds constantly buzzing in her ears, making her head feel like it was going to explode.

“Auntie, you’re almost 70 years old. Everyone has to die eventually, so why waste money? You need to know that every day you’re lying in the hospital, it’s all my money being wasted! All of it…”

Why am I hearing that terrifying sound again?

Doctor! Doctor, help! Someone pulled out my oxygen tube, I'm suffocating!

“The oxygen tube has fallen off, put it back on her.”

Ah! Did the doctor actually hear her scream?

A rush of air entered her nose, and she felt as if she could breathe again, feeling much better. However, the hand gripping her neck did not loosen its grip; it continued to pull her downwards, dragging her into the endless darkness.

"Let go of me!" she struggled violently, trying to slap the hand away. "Lin Pengzhan, let go of me!"

Her nephew, Lin Pengzhan, was a name she chose, hoping he would soar like a roc, reaching great heights...

During the struggle, she also heard a doctor speaking.

"The situation is critical. Go out and discuss it with the family."

She wanted to say a few words to the doctor, but the hand was gripping her, preventing her from speaking. She pulled hard, and finally, the hand released her, and she floated up lightly, drifting in the darkness.

She heard a voice saying, "She's not breathing."

Should we notify the doctor?

"No, wait until they're completely dead."

She recognized the two people in the conversation as her beloved nephew and niece from her past life.

The siblings conspired together...

She actually came back? Did she see them again? What about Gu Juncheng? And her little pearl? What should they do?

She instinctively reached for her stomach, but her hand seemed to pass through thin air; she couldn't feel anything.

With my eyes wide open, I can finally see the scene before me clearly.

It's a hospital.

The hospital from my past life.

The place where she was floating was outside the window of her private hospital room.

Her nephews and nieces stood in front of her hospital bed, while she lay motionless on the bed, her oxygen tube hanging by the side.

“That’s about it, she should be dead by now,” her nephew said, then put the oxygen tube back on her and ran out to call the doctor, pretending to panic.

My niece seemed to only realize what was happening at that moment, and she started crying and calling for doctors and nurses.

The doctor pronounced him dead.

Her beloved nephew and niece, along with her brother and sister-in-law who arrived later, wept uncontrollably.

She floated in the air, watching quietly, when suddenly she felt a sharp, intense pain.

So it turns out that even after death, the soul feels pain—a pain that feels like it's being torn apart and shattered...

From then on, she floated in the air, watching all the things in the world.

She watched as her nephew and niece, each leading a group of people, stormed into her house, and the two groups fought fiercely over who owned the house.

Her meticulously decorated house was smashed to pieces; the windows were broken, the television was smashed, the famous paintings on the walls were torn, and her favorite cups and dishes in the kitchen were also broken. Not to mention the limited-edition decorations she had collected from all over the world, all of which were destroyed.

Later, her dear brother and his sweet-talking sister-in-law summoned a lawyer and read her will aloud amidst the ruins.

She provided for her younger brother's entire family, from houses and cars to clothes and food; she gave them whatever they wanted. But they still grew anxious, so anxious that they couldn't wait for her to die...

So she died, giving them everything she had in life as they wished, and she was reborn to start anew.

But why did she come back? And why has she been floating above them, watching them squander her inheritance, watching them weep with joy at their sudden wealth, watching them fight over the unequal distribution of the inheritance…

The house she had meticulously decorated, the exquisite porcelain, the expensive paintings hanging on the walls—all of it was shattered and torn apart by their alarm clock…

They didn't understand art at all; all they knew was money, money, money. So, they started another round of extravagance and reckless behavior.

Until one day, the funeral home called her good nephew and asked him to pick up her urn, urging him several times.

Yes, all they cared about was her inheritance; they had completely forgotten about her.

The nephew, cursing and swearing, called his niece to the funeral home to collect her ashes, but then they argued about who should be responsible for burying her.

An urn containing ashes fell to the ground and shattered into pieces during the two people's pushing and shoving...

She floated in the air, feeling a piercing pain.

Was she dreaming at this moment? Or was her soul returning to her past life?

But whether it's a dream or a soul, does it always hurt?

She also overheard her dear nephew saying, "Forget it, just leave it here. The wind will scatter it. It's called... wind burial. It's fine. In the middle of nowhere, it can even fertilize the trees. It's our aunt's last contribution!"

So, her ashes and the urn were left lying on the ground.

Lin Qingping floated there, reaching out to gather it, but couldn't gather anything.

Someone arrived in a hurry.

It turned out to be Zhiyuan, the middle-aged Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan was stunned by what he saw on the ground. He quickly squatted down and scooped up her ashes one handful at a time, then put them away.

Then, she floated to the grave.

Zhiyuan stood in front of the grave, murmuring to himself, "Mother, Father Gu appeared to me in a dream and said that you were not doing well. He asked me to come and take you away to be buried next to him. I did as he said. No matter what, you can be together and take care of each other. I will come to see you again in the future."

Lin Qingping then realized that these were two graves next to each other, with two tombstones. One was Gu Juncheng's, with his name written on it, and the other was hers, which read: "The Tomb of My Late Mother, Lin Qingping".

The inscription on the monument reads: Li Zhiyuan.

It was Zhiyuan...

The person who buried her in her past life was Zhiyuan...

They even buried her next to Gu Juncheng...

Zhiyuan, thank you, Zhiyuan...

Lin Qingping, who was floating in the air, almost wanted to cry.

She reached out to pat Zhiyuan on the shoulder, but a loud baby cry pierced the air, and a strong force pulled her backward.

After vaguely hearing words like "Okay, you've cried, you've cried," she fell into darkness again.