Rebirth: Pampered Wife’s Counterattack Chapter 1: My Wife, You Have To Live On Well

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“My wife, you have to live on well!”

Bullets whizzed wildly across the rooftop of a towering skyscraper.

Nowhere provided any shelter.

Clutching Fang Xinxin tightly, the gravely wounded Bai Qinghao tumbled off the building with her. The wind howled sharply in their ears as they plunged downward.

In mid-fall, Fang Xinxin sensed Bai Qinghao repositioning their bodies to shield her from the deadly crash.

A deafening crash echoed moments later.

He had taken the full brunt of the impact to protect her.

Lying atop him, Fang Xinxin struggled to raise her head. Her lips quivered uncontrollably. “Bai... Bai Qinghao?”

Silence was his only answer.

Her shaky fingers reached toward his nose. No breath came!

He... was he gone?

Fang Xinxin’s empty gaze snapped wide. As always, endless blackness shrouded her sight.

The thick, sticky fluid on her fingertips came from the blood oozing from his mouth.

Blind as she was, she knew he had sacrificed his body to save her. It lay crushed beneath her, bones splintered apart.

Yet she emerged utterly unscathed.

A piercing wail of anguish tore from her throat.

Bai Qinghao, you fool!

By abandoning her, he could have fled to safety!

But he chose to shield her instead. Blind and partially paralyzed, was she worth his life? Truly worth it?

Since their childhood betrothal, she had desperately shunned him and kept her distance.

During their ten-year marriage, she regarded him as a treacherous viper, constantly scheming to sabotage him and break free.

From before their wedding to after, she inflicted endless torment on him, turning his days into misery.

Enraged, he had bound her and claimed her by force!

She had loathed him with every fiber of her being.

But now, with his death real, why did her heart wrench in such excruciating pain, as though hemorrhaging blood?

In that instant, realization dawned: no matter her identity or looks, he had poured his whole life into loving her, placing her above all else.

She grasped that he had stealthily captured her heart long before.

Invincible and mighty, he was not one to crumble. How could he perish like this?

Warm fluid trickled from her eyes onto her lips.

A metallic tang of blood flooded her mouth.

Tears of blood.

Overwhelmed by torment, bloody tears streamed from her eyes.

Blinded by her misguided love for the wrong man, it served her right to be sightless and so wretched!

And now, this blind, half-paralyzed woman couldn’t even glimpse him one final time.

Footsteps drew near in a cluster.

Harsh screams, bellowing shouts, and lethal threats kept chasing after them.

“My wife, you have to live on well!” That deep, raspy, burdened voice lingered endlessly in her ears.

His dying words.

Even in death, his arms stayed locked around her waist, as if terrified she might slip away.

She possessed a special talent to vanish into crowds and dodge pursuers.

Yet his love ran so deep—how could she abandon him to die alone?

Now, though, fulfilling his last wish proved impossible.

Without him, survival was beyond her.

She eased her head down onto his solid chest. Though lifeless, it still held his lingering warmth.

A surge of fierce will unleashed energy from her core. Her body detonated in an instant, splattering his form with her blood.

In life, she had betrayed him.

In death, her soul would bind to his body.

If time could reverse, she would spurn Bai Chenxi and cherish Bai Qinghao’s devotion, never parting from him.

It hurts!

It hurts so much.

Through the searing agony, Fang Xinxin’s eyes fluttered open slowly.