WBSGVS Chapter 128 V1

In this lifetime, Li Lanhua passed away peacefully and happily. She didn’t have a second child, as she had once said: “One child, San Ya, is enough.”

After bidding farewell to Li Lanhua, Qingli’s life continued.

Until her final moments, she had accumulated an astonishing fortune. In San Ya’s name, she donated it to welfare organizations for child relief, shocking the world.

Later, someone calculated that aside from the wealth donated upon her death, Li Qingli had been making significant yearly donations during her lifetime. While many businesspeople donated, and her contributions were generous, they didn’t stand out at the time. It wasn’t until everything was tallied that people realized her lifetime donations had already far exceeded her remaining fortune.

However, no one could understand why this legendary business mogul would use the childhood nickname “San Ya” instead of her actual name for the donations.

All her secrets were buried with her passing.

When Qingli reached the last moment of her life and her consciousness faded, it felt as though she had simply fallen asleep and was now waking up from a dream. Death, to her, was no more than that—a dream that had ended.

— The Eldest in the Era of Second Children —

When she opened her eyes again, Qingli found herself holding a phone. On the other end of the line, a boy’s voice was chattering away.

“Xia Qingli! Are you even listening? Are you coming tonight or not? It’s my birthday, and I only want to spend it with you. My buddies have already ordered the cake. Don’t worry—it’s just a bar, and everyone there knows you. I’ll stick close to you the whole time…”

Qingli silently listened, sensing the original owner’s internal conflict. Once he finished, she replied slowly, “I’m not going.”

The boy’s voice instantly grew louder. “What? I already told my buddies you’d come, and now you’re not coming? Seriously?”

Qingli replied earnestly, “I don’t want to go to a bar.”

The boy was silent for a moment before laughing. “Oh my God, what era do you think this is? You’re such a goody two-shoes.”

Qingli didn’t understand what was so funny. Not every girl liked bars, and not every girl was daring. Bars could be chaotic places, after all.

She calmly said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now.”

She had no desire to continue the conversation. Quietly, she ended the call and surveyed her surroundings. Two girls, arms linked and carrying backpacks, walked past her, laughing and chatting.

Not far away stood a tall school building.

This was a campus—modern and safe.

Qingli closed her eyes and began to absorb the memories of the original owner.

The original owner’s name was Xia Qingli. Born in 1998, it was now 2018, and she was a sophomore at a top university in a first-tier city, majoring in law.

Her family was ordinary, even poor, compared to city natives. She had been born in a small town. The only family property was an apartment purchased over 20 years ago for less than 200,000 yuan. The environment was old and run-down.

During the one-child policy era, her parents, both earning decent wages at the time, decided against having a second child.

Because their only child was a girl, and daughters were traditionally expected to marry out of the family, her parents didn’t strive for a better life. When they were laid off later, her father became a security guard and her mother a supermarket cashier, earning a combined 7,000–8,000 yuan monthly—a modest but comfortable income.

Then, two years ago, the two-child policy was introduced.

Though they’d never considered a second child before, encouragement from relatives and friends made them reconsider. However, at 51 and 52 years old, they hesitated due to the risks of pregnancy at their age.

Xia Qingli’s grandparents were still alive and had always resented her mother for not giving them a grandson. Now, they pressured her parents relentlessly, pointing to other older couples who successfully had second children.

“Others can do it—why can’t you?”

Their wavering resolve finally broke, and they decided to have another child. They hid it from their college-aged daughter, thinking it wasn’t her concern.

At 51, her mother barely survived childbirth and was left in poor health. Her father, now 52, began working tirelessly to save for a house for the boy’s future marriage.

Everyone focused on the new baby, leaving the original owner to fend for herself. She only discovered her younger brother’s existence when she returned home for the New Year.

She was upset but realized there was no point in arguing. The baby was already born. Her parents insisted, “Having a child is our decision.”

But tragedy struck when her father was severely injured in a car accident while on the job. The family’s pillar crumbled, and her mother’s health deteriorated further. The original owner, unable to finish college, was forced to return home.

With no one else to care for her brother, she had to find work immediately to support the family. But as a college dropout, she struggled to find a job. Desperate, her parents pushed her to break up with her boyfriend and marry a local man with decent financial stability.

From then on, she became a “brother-raiser,” using her husband’s money to support her parents and brother. Her brother was frail, often sick, and medical bills piled up. When she had her own child, she was still expected to care for her brother—through school, college, and even helping him buy a house.

Eventually, her husband and son couldn’t take her constant sacrifices anymore. They left her, filing for divorce.

Heartbroken, she returned to her family, only to be met with disdain. Her parents and brother, instead of offering sympathy, blamed her.

“How could you get divorced?” they demanded.

The family was already struggling financially, and now, adding the burden of someone who hadn’t worked in over a decade—how were they supposed to survive?

The original owner of this body was stunned. She never imagined that after sacrificing everything, this would be her outcome. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t take it anymore and ended her life.

After her death, she suddenly realized something. Back when her parents had decided to have another child, they had said it was their choice and had nothing to do with her. But why, then, did this sibling end up becoming her responsibility?

Why had she been forced to break up with her boyfriend, marry a man she didn’t love, and endure her in-laws’ ridicule—all so she could provide for her parents and younger brother?

Her brother was like a bottomless pit, draining her dry.

As these thoughts crystallized, resentment built within her. When Qingli opened her eyes, she was greeted by a clear blue sky and fluffy white clouds. The scene was beautiful, yet it felt suffocatingly oppressive to her.

The tragedy of the original owner’s life stemmed from her parents’ selfishness.