She Lives without Regret in This Life

”Speaking of which, we really ought to thank President Xu.” The dean lowered his head and immediately saw the little boy’s demonically handsome face and that eye‑searing outfit and little backpack.

He instantly guessed who this was—his reputation was so big it was hard not to know.

”So it’s Xu Zhiqing. Xu Huaxin, come register with Uncle.”

”Thank you, teacher.” Little Xu Zhiqing truly deserved the title of ”the nation’s good son”; his sweet mouth had the stern dean so coaxed he was practically dizzy.

Registration went very smoothly. After all, they were the young master and young miss of President Xu’s family. Even if they didn’t need the back door, no one would dare cut in front of them. Besides, is Meng Ping the kind of person who cuts in line?

With that face of his sitting there, no one would dare make him line up.

The twins picked up their new textbooks, stuffed them into their little backpacks, then followed Uncle Meng out for lunch and didn’t come home until the afternoon.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the courtyard, they sensed something was off at home. When they reached the living room, they saw a strange blond teenager standing in the center. About fourteen, and a good bit taller than East’s kids of the same age, but he was very skinny, his cheeks so thin they were almost hollowed out.

Sheng Ning’s face was pale, her lips trembling; if Xu Qigang hadn’t been supporting her, she almost wouldn’t have been able to stand.

Meng Ping’s gaze fell on the black box the blond teenager was holding in both hands.

An urn.

Whose urn?

”Aunt Sheng Ning, my mother asked me to bring this back to you. Please.” The boy spoke fluent English. Before he’d finished, he bowed a full ninety degrees, pushed the urn one step forward, then stayed bent at the waist without moving.

No one in the living room spoke. The twins stood obediently where they were, not moving.

They could feel that their mom was very, very sad.

Sheng Ning pushed away Xu Qigang’s supporting hand and walked toward the boy step by step, solemnly taking the urn from his hands.

”Thank you.” She had to pause after every sentence, just to keep herself from breaking down and sobbing like a useless mess.

No matter how she tried to control herself, she still couldn’t accept this bolt from the blue.

Meng Ping couldn’t hold it in anymore; he shot Xu Qigang a look, asking whose urn it was.

”Gu Yunbo.” Xu Qigang mouthed silently.

Meng Ping froze, then his eyes went wide.

It was Gu Yunbo? It was her?

Xu Qigang walked over and patted Meng Ping’s shoulder, which counted as a kind of comfort. About Meng Fan’s feelings, only the two of them plus Su Hai knew, and the three of them had never told anyone.

Because when Meng Fan was desperately searching for Gu Yunbo, she had already gone missing. By the time Sheng Ning met Gu Yunbo, Meng Fan had long since sacrificed himself, and there was no need to ever bring it up again.

Looking at the blond teenager in front of him now, he secretly felt grateful that they had never spoken.

”Did your mother say anything to me before she passed?” Sheng Ning held Gu Yunbo’s urn, unable to fathom how a living, breathing person could just be gone.

Everything had clearly been fine.

Before she came back from Country M, she’d been determined to have Gu Yunbo return with her, but Gu Yunbo had refused without the slightest hesitation. In the past five years, at first she’d kept in frequent contact with Gu Yunbo, but later, as they both got busier with life and work, they spoke less and less.

But true friends don’t let their feelings fade just because they talk less.

She knew Yun Bo was doing well, and that let her feel at ease.

”No.” The blond teenager shook his head. He bowed to Sheng Ning again, then straightened up and walked out without looking back.

”Wait...” Sheng Ning hurriedly chased after him, but Xu Qigang was faster than she was.