Ji Fei remembered many, many things—it felt like two lifetimes.
She had parents who adored her. She was once the pampered little princess of the Ji family. She had met Qin Xian before, but she was too young at the time and later forgot about him.
Life had been wonderful until she turned fifteen, when a car accident took her parents away and left her alone.
She nearly died that day. It was then that she saw the so-called Messenger from the Underworld.
The messenger told her to go back. She watched as her parents were led away, desperately trying to call out to them.
Then, it seemed a higher-ranking official appeared. He held a brush, marking a ledger as he murmured, "You survived because you are destined by fate. In the future, you are meant to marry a man of immense fortune in this world. You will help him and those around him, and their influence will greatly impact this world. That’s why you can return to life."
"What about my parents?"
"Their sins are grave. They must endure suffering in their next life to atone."
"That’s impossible! My parents were good people—"
"They *were* good people, but this accident was caused by one of them drunk driving and the other ordering the driver to run a red light. Do you know how many lives were lost in that chain collision? How many families were torn apart? If not for the charity they’d done in their lives, the karma they’ve accrued would have taken them three lifetimes to repay. A single lifetime is already lenient."
"I’m sorry… It’s all my fault. I was the one who suddenly fell ill, on the verge of shock, and my parents… Punish me instead, not them!"
The messenger sighed. "There *is* another way. In another world, a couple with abundant virtue wishes to exchange fate with their daughter, who died young. If you agree to give up your identity to her and endure a life of loneliness in that world, your parents’ sins will be absolved, and they can be reborn into ordinary families."
For Ji Fei, there was no hesitation. She agreed immediately and signed the contract.
Thus began what she thought was her life as an orphan.
But this life wasn’t supposed to end so soon.
The unauthorized exchange of fates disrupted the balance of this world.
Simply put, the man meant to inherit great fortune—Qin Xian—never fell in love with the replacement.
The replacement, aware of Ji Fei’s destined fate, tried relentlessly to make Qin Xian love her, only to push him further away. She also failed to connect with the others she was meant to influence.
Gradually, the role Ji Fei was supposed to play remained unfulfilled. She neither saved Qin Xian nor altered the fates of those she was meant to change. By the time the higher authorities noticed the growing imbalance, they urgently recalled the real Ji Fei.
The so-called Gossip System and mind-reading abilities were actually tools provided by the Messengers from the Underworld to help her catch up to the intended timeline.
Now, everything had finally aligned, and the world stabilized.
The system and mind-reading abilities had transformed into one last surge of power—no, *two*—to protect something precious to Ji Fei.
……
In the quiet hospital room, the sheer curtains fluttered in the breeze, the cool air brushing over Ji Fei’s trembling lashes. The man who had been staring at her in quiet devotion felt his heart surge with hope—only to ache again when her lashes stilled.
"Fei Fei… when will you wake up? I…"
The door creaked open.
Qin's Father and Qin's Mom entered, followed by Qin Yan, Qin Zhao, and Qin Rong, all carrying supplies. Their expressions softened with pity when they saw Qin Xian still keeping vigil by the bed.
A month had passed since the fall. Though the bouncy castle had cushioned her landing and spared her from the flames, Ji Fei had slipped into an inexplicable coma.
Qin Xian had abandoned everything else, devoting himself to her bedside day and night.
"Brother, it’s time for lunch. Go rest—we’ll stay with Sister-in-law," Qin Rong urged gently.
Qin Yan unpacked food containers on the side table while Qin Zhao moved to close the window—the wind was picking up.
Qin's Father looked haggard, but Qin's Mom guided him to sit, chatting softly to Ji Fei and Qin Xian.
"We just heard—Lu Meihe is dead. Grandma Lv, heartbroken, took Yu Lu away. The poor girl is still traumatized, her mind broken. Your grandfather didn’t stop them. He only said… he failed you. Yu Hongxian is in prison. I doubt he’ll last long there."
Qin Xian showed no reaction.
That day, after they jumped, Lu Meihe had lunged toward them in disbelief—only to stumble into the flames. She hadn’t died instantly but suffered a month of agony from her burns. As for Yu Hongxian, Qin Xian had already been investigating him. His team had uncovered evidence of his unethical hypnosis practices, though they hadn’t secured it yet. After the incident, those very charges sent Yu Hongxian to prison.
Strangely, Qin Xian had even pulled strings to keep Lu Meihe alive—though no one could tell whether he wanted her to live or die. By all accounts, her injuries were fatal, yet he had forced her to endure that torment for a full month.
The matter was settled, but Qin Xian felt nothing. He simply lifted Ji Fei’s hand, rubbing his stubbled jaw against her fingers—
Then, a soft murmur: *"That tickles…"*
The room froze.
Qin Xian went rigid. Her lashes fluttered again—this time, unmistakably—before her eyes slowly opened, meeting his.
"Your beard… it’s scratching my hand."
Gasps filled the room.
"Fei Fei!" "Second Sister-in-law!" Voices overlapped in joyous disbelief.
But Qin Xian couldn’t speak. Tears blurred his vision as he choked back sobs.
Then, the hand in his grip twitched.
He instantly leaned closer, pressing his forehead to hers.
Though hoarse, Ji Fei’s voice was bright with energy. "I remember now. You’re my Qin Xian. You promised to marry me. Did I wake up too late? Is our wedding date still good?"
Qin Xian laughed through his tears, kissing her softly. "Fei Fei… thank you. Thank you for coming back to me. Promise me—never leave again."
"Then shave first. I like my men handsome," she teased playfully.
The entire room burst into relieved laughter.
Ji Fei turned to the others. "Mom, Dad, Sister Qin Yan, Qin Zhao, Qin Rong—thank you."
She was grateful to this family. They had given her a new home.
"Silly child," Qin's Mom sniffled, clasping Ji Fei’s other hand.
Qin's Father’s voice cracked. "I’m sorry… this is all my fault."
"Don’t say that. It was never your fault," Ji Fei said firmly.
Then she looked back at Qin Xian, her heart settling at the endless devotion in his eyes.
"Oh—did something good happen? Wait, *two* things?" She knew they couldn’t hear her thoughts anymore, so she asked aloud.
Everyone exchanged glances.
Ji Fei blinked. "No? The system told me before it left."
After a pause, someone ventured uncertainly, "Unless… it’s…?"
Qin Xian’s face instantly flushed red as he whispered awkwardly into Ji Fei’s ear, "Well, our wedding might have to be postponed a bit. You’ll need to fully recover before leaving the hospital."
"Huh? But I feel fine—just a little hungry."
"But... you’re pregnant."
Ji Fei: …
"What?"
"You’re pregnant. And... with twins."
Ji Fei: Aaaahhhhhhhhh!
"How could this happen? I haven’t even started enjoying my new life yet! I haven’t had the chance to be all lovey-dovey with my husband, I haven’t even... This is all your fault! Who told you to... Ugh! You jerk!"
Qin Xian could only endure his wife’s emotional outburst. It really was his fault—though truthfully, he hadn’t planned it either. All he wanted was to be with Ji Fei.
Meanwhile, the Qin family couldn’t stop smiling. Against all odds, the babies had survived despite the dangerous circumstances, and their condition remained stable. The only worry had been Ji Fei’s exhaustion from her coma. But now that she was awake, there was nothing left to fret about.
A month later, Ji Fei was discharged from the hospital.
Their friends immediately sprang into action—altering the wedding dress, booking the venue, and arranging the ceremony.
A wedding after surviving such a ordeal deserved to be even more joyful.
Surrounded by loved ones, Qin Xian finally took the hand of the little princess he’d promised to marry all those years ago.
As for Ji Fei, she never imagined that after all the twists and turns, the one leading her to the altar would be that silent, handsome boy from her childhood.
Sunlight bathed the newlyweds’ heads.
They would be happy.
And may everyone find their own happiness too!
