LRAB Chapter 112: There Is Still a Disaster After Ye Qingfeng’s Death
Chapter 112: There Is Still a Disaster After Ye Qingfeng’s Death
Jiang Huaiyue was also curious, so she said, “Alright, go ahead. I’m listening.”Old Cat continued reporting, “When the child was brought in, she was already on the verge of death. After more than two hours of emergency treatment, she was barely stabilized… but there’s a malignant brain tumor.”
“Even if she survives, she’ll remain in a deep coma. Surgery is out of the question—her body’s far too weak. She wouldn’t survive the operation.”
“What if the surgery is postponed? How long can she hold on?” Jiang Huaiyue asked.
Old Cat answered truthfully, “Madam… to be honest, there’s no hope. The doctors said she was already at her limit, but she held on for too long, and she’s been seriously injured. The child is too young. Even without the tumor, surviving in this state would’ve been nearly impossible.”
“Time and her physical condition just can’t support her anymore.”
Jiang Huaiyue understood. In short—she was going to die.
If she hadn’t suffered such serious injuries, she might’ve had a slim chance at surgery, even if the success rate was low. But now, with her condition, the surgery would kill her. And if not that, the tumor would. And if not that, brain failure.
“Alright,” she said calmly. “Just do your best. Life and death are destined.”
“By the way, what about Miss Huang? What’s her attitude?”
She really wanted to know how Huang Luoyan was reacting.
People all see things from different perspectives. If Huang Luoyan blamed everything on Shen Wuxiao, then Jiang Huaiyue wouldn’t hesitate—she’d deal with her that very night.
“She didn’t say anything,” Old Cat replied. “She’s been in a daze, crying quietly the whole time.”
Jiang Huaiyue thought for a moment and said, “Alright, I understand. You’ve worked hard. Go get some rest.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Old Cat replied, and the call ended.
She placed the phone back on the coffee table, stood up, and rubbed her waist.
There was no need to worry further. The outcome was already decided.
She’d accompany Shen Wuxiao to visit later tonight.
Jiang Huaiyue walked straight into the kitchen.
She needed to recover some energy—herself.
If that man decided to “replenish” her again, she’d have to restore herself first. Though she grumbled internally, she still acted diligently.
An hour later, she had dinner ready: four dishes and one soup.
One of the dishes was stir-fried kidneys with leeks, and the soup was made with deer antler, codonopsis, and old hen. She planned to drink at least two bowls of it herself.
Just as she was about to call Shen Wuxiao to come eat, she heard him shouting from the room.
“Wuhu! Hatsune Miku is truly perfect! Loyal and honest! One figurine costs two thousand yuan—enough to make a guy work all week!”
“Oh my god…” Jiang Huaiyue sighed helplessly.
She opened the door and saw Shen Wuxiao walking out of the bathroom, shirtless.
The moment he saw her, he strode up, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and pinned her gently against the door.
He raised his hand to lift her chin, his touch gentle. “Smile for me, baby.”
Jiang Huaiyue laughed softly. “Alright, come eat!”
“Eat? Let’s start with dessert first—my sweet little appetizer!”
He kissed her deeply.
Jiang Huaiyue didn’t resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Only after a while did they finally separate.
She smoothed out her hair and dragged him out of the room.
When they reached the dining table, the food and rice were already set.
Jiang Huaiyue was truly the picture of a capable, elegant, and loving woman. She could cook, fight, and lead.
As they ate, she shared Old Cat’s report with him.
Shen Wuxiao wasn’t surprised. He had already expected it—Tuantuan couldn’t be saved. It was just bad luck.
He had never planned to kill the child. She wouldn’t have survived long anyway.
But Ye Qingfeng didn’t think that way. He took the risk to escape, which only hastened her death.
If things had gone according to the original plot, Ye Qingfeng would’ve been saved today. He would’ve lived, the child would’ve died, and that pain would’ve driven him to seek revenge.
But now, everything had changed.
“It’s fine. I’ll head over tonight and deliver the news to Ye Qingfeng.”
“Huh?” Jiang Huaiyue was puzzled.
“Ye Qingfeng is already dead. Are you going to tell him in the afterlife? Burn him a letter?”
She didn’t know that Shen Wuxiao had a resurrection card specifically for protagonists.
He planned to revive Ye Qingfeng just to tell him his daughter had died… and then kill him again.
Yes—it was cruel. But to Shen Wuxiao, it was also incredibly satisfying.
…
After dinner, the two headed to the hospital together.
It was a small private hospital, but highly specialized. All the doctors were certified experts in their respective fields.
After arriving, Shen Wuxiao went to check on Tuantuan first.
She was still unconscious, barely breathing. The chances of surviving the night were slim.
Huang Luoyan sat beside her in silence.
When she saw Shen Wuxiao enter, she stood up and softly said, “Thank you… Even though it didn’t turn out well, thank you for trying.”
Though Huang Luoyan had been an innocent party in all this, she still chose to accept the cruel outcome.
She wasn’t foolish. She had already realized that she had misunderstood Shen Wuxiao from the beginning.
Even Shen Wuxiao himself hadn’t fully grasped the consequences of his involvement.
In truth, he had indirectly caused Tuantuan’s death.
Had he not gotten involved, Ye Qingfeng might’ve just gone to confront Lu Tao instead.
Then again, even without Shen Wuxiao, Lu Tao would’ve likely used the opportunity to exploit others. That was just his nature.
The events had already unfolded. The end was unavoidable.
Shen Wuxiao was mildly surprised by her gratitude.
He had expected her to lash out in grief and try to blame him.
He was even prepared to kill her if she lost control.
But her reaction? He didn’t mind it at all.
Shen Wuxiao didn’t waste time. He ignored everything else and went straight to another room—the morgue. Ye Qingfeng’s body was lying inside.
He entered alone.
As he stepped in, he stared at Ye Qingfeng’s lifeless, pale face.
“Tongzi, now seems like a good time to use the Protagonist Resurrection Card,” he said calmly. “Though honestly, I’m not even excited anymore.”
[Ding! Time of death within 24 hours. Activating resurrection card… Target: Ye Qingfeng… Resurrection in progress…]
Shen Wuxiao almost shouted dramatically, “Resurrection, my~~!” but quickly caught himself.
After all, this was a man—not worth the theatrics.
[Ding! Resurrection Card activated…]
Shen Wuxiao stood silently behind Ye Qingfeng, watching intently.
It was fascinating.
Ye Qingfeng’s fingers twitched.
Moments later, his eyes opened groggily. A splitting headache throbbed through his skull. His vision blurred as he tried to adjust to the dim, damp, and unfamiliar surroundings.
He struggled to sit up, body aching as though every bone had been shattered.
“What… what happened?” he muttered, clutching his forehead. “Where am I?”
The confusion deepened. He remembered being killed by Shen Wuxiao. So how was he alive?
“Did… did I die? And now I’ve been reborn?” he whispered, disbelief etched into his face.
Though it sounded absurd, the pain and vivid memory of death were too real to ignore.
He stared at his hands in disbelief. “Could this really be a second chance?”
After a few seconds of shock, his aura flared faintly.
“If Heaven is giving me a new life, I won’t make the same mistakes again,” he vowed.
“But where exactly have I been reborn? Why am I still injured? Am I still in the Northern Territory?”
He clenched his teeth. “Shen Wuxiao… this time, I’ll tear you to pieces!”
Suddenly, a voice cut through his thoughts like a whip.
“What nonsense are you rambling about?” Shen Wuxiao’s voice echoed behind him. “Are you mentally ill?”
Ye Qingfeng froze. That voice—that terrifying, familiar voice!
He turned around and saw Shen Wuxiao standing there, looking at him as if he were some kind of idiot.
“Ah! No! You… you…” Ye Qingfeng stammered.
“Relax,” Shen Wuxiao said calmly. “I brought you back just to tell you—your daughter didn’t make it. She’s dead.”
“…”
Ye Qingfeng froze, as though struck by lightning.
“No… No way! That’s impossible!”
His heart shattered. His lips quivered as he tried to scream, but his injuries were too severe. He couldn’t even manage a proper cry.
“Alright, alright, enough with the drama,” Shen Wuxiao said casually. “I said I’d save you just to deliver the news. I’m a man of my word.”
“Now that you’ve heard it, time to send you off again.”
Shen Wuxiao pulled out the Deadly Judge’s Pen without a hint of hesitation.
“Shen Wuxiao! I’ll kill you!” Ye Qingfeng roared, his voice trembling from rage and pain.
He had already died once and suffered through it. He had just convinced himself that this was a fresh start—reborn to change his fate. He believed he had the advantage.
Only to die again.
This time, it hurt a hundred times worse. Not just physically, but emotionally—having to die with the knowledge that his daughter was gone.
It was unbearable. Shen Wuxiao was utterly ruthless!
“Damn you!” Ye Qingfeng cursed.
But Shen Wuxiao didn’t flinch. “See you in hell.”
With that, he drove the Deadly Judge’s Pen into Ye Qingfeng’s neck and ripped it back.
There was no blood—just as the system had said. He had only been revived temporarily, and now, he was dead again.
Ye Qingfeng’s body convulsed violently.
“Moriguchi…” he cursed with his last breath.
And then, silence. Ye Qingfeng died once more.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for killing Ye Qingfeng again. Points +2,000,000. No extra bonus due to resurrection card usage.]
[Host used the Deadly Judge’s Pen to kill a lucky protagonist. Bonus: +200,000 points.]
Shen Wuxiao laughed coldly. “Reborn again, huh? ‘I won’t make the same mistake this time.’ Do you want to make me die of laughter?”
He glanced down at the lifeless body.
Then called out toward the door, “Drag him away. Cremate him. Scatter the ashes. I’m not spending money on a cemetery for him.”