Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 2091 - 2093: May There Be No Next Life

The person in the mirror, her mouth continuously opens and closes, the words coming out are like frozen knives, sharp and heart-piercing, unbearably painful.

"Stop talking, shut up, don’t say anything more!" Chiang Qing grabbed the IV stand in the bathroom and viciously smashed it towards the mirror, screaming, "It’s all because of you, because of your obsession, you’ve made me suffer so much. You’re selfish, you’re cruel, you gained the benefits, but I bear all the pain, you maniac, I should have lived well, I should have been above everyone else, all because of you."

She is Chiang Qing, clever and beautiful, from an extraordinary family, she should have a better life, should live with more dignity and accomplishment, rather than ending up like this, utterly defeated, having nothing, becoming a pitiable prisoner.

"Haha, how can you say that? Aren’t I just an extension of you, have you forgotten? I’m a lunatic, and so are you, we’re both mad, that’s why we’re inseparable, we can’t be separated, hehe. We’re one, what you can’t do, I’ll do, isn’t that great, but you always mess things up, you fool." The mirror shattered into pieces, but each fragment still transformed into multiple faces, each mouth condemning her incompetence, her failure, her ignorance and foolishness.

Chiang Qing covered her ears, refusing to listen to what was coming out of those mouths, she wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t listen.

If not for this person, she might not have ended up like this today, wouldn’t face such a fate, all because of her.

Her gaze suddenly turned icy. She grabbed a piece of glass from the sink and glared, "It’s because of you that I’m like this, you deserve to die!"

"What are you going to do?"

"You say we are one, then if I die, you have to die too, right? When I’m dead, you can’t use my body anymore, you won’t appear again, and I, will only be myself." Chiang Qing laughed, pleased with her cleverness.

"You’re crazy. If you die, there’ll be nothing left, you’ll die too, but Qi Taiguo and Cheng Su, they will live on." The person in the mirror seemed slightly anxious.

"No no, death is release, no one can hurt me then, no matter how much love or happiness they have, they can’t hurt me, including you." Chiang Qing shook her head, first slashed her wrist, then used the shard to cut her neck’s carotid artery: "Goodbye!"

"Don’t..." The person in the mirror suddenly vanished.

Chiang Qing knelt on the ground, leaning against the wall, feeling her blood loss, those chaotic memories flying out of her mind one by one, and with each gone, her body felt a bit more relaxed, light, like floating on clouds, so comfortable.

Her vision started to blur, shadows of many people appeared before her, some crying, some laughing, but none of it mattered anymore, everything was disconnected from her.

Her body grew lighter, her breath became rapid, yet her heart was calm like water, her past life? She seemed to see herself, equally proud and arrogant, and that person, equally dismissive, never having her in their view.

She was wrong!

Wrong to gamble her life with pain, thinking she could change everything, wrong to be reincarnated.

She erred, and she lost.

Chiang Qing’s hand relaxed, the glass shard with its scarlet blood, yet her lips slightly curved upwards, her eyes slowly closing.

If the heavens have eyes, only wish, to no longer have another lifetime.

Only wish, life and death never to meet again!