The Villains All Fell in Love with Me After Rebirth : Chapter 71 - Go Home
Chapter 71: Go Home
Ji Ling took one last look at the sorrowful, grief-stricken faces of the men before slowly closing his eyes. The countdown echoed in his ears. Three, two, one… Transfer initiated… His consciousness plunged into complete darkness.
Returning felt no different from arriving. There was no sensation during the transfer.
Ji Ling silently counted to ten in his mind before attempting to open his eyes.
But it was as if he were trapped in a nightmare—his mind was completely lucid, yet he couldn’t control his body. His eyelids felt unbearably heavy, refusing to lift. Faint, fragmented voices reached his ears, distant as if coming from another dimension…
「Look! He’s responding!」
「Incredible, he actually regained consciousness.」
「Go get Director Liu, now!」
Ji Ling wanted to listen a little longer, but the voices were too indistinct. Growing anxious, he called out to the system in his mind, but no matter how many times he tried, there was no response. It was as if the system had never existed.
Fatigue soon overwhelmed him again, and he slipped into another deep sleep.
………………
It felt like he had dreamed.
In the dream, he had lived a brief yet dramatic life as someone else. Now, it was finally over.
When Ji Ling regained consciousness again, he forced his eyes open. This time, they responded without resistance. The dream was over. It had ended. The system was gone…
He was home.
As his vision gradually cleared, he met the anxious and concerned gazes of his parents. They looked exhausted, as if they had aged years in just a few days. Guilt welled up inside him, and his eyes stung with unshed tears. He offered them an apologetic look and softly said, “Dad… Mom…”
His father, a refined-looking middle-aged man, hadn’t shaved for days. His shirt sleeves were casually rolled up, and his collar was crumpled, as if he hadn’t changed in days. His hoarse voice trembled as he called, “Xiao Ling…”
His mother, a capable and elegant woman, always paid great attention to her appearance. But now, her face was bare, her hair simply tied back. Seeing her son finally awake, she turned away to wipe her eyes before turning back and choking out, “You… you child…”
Ji Ling’s lips moved slightly. “I’m sorry for worrying you…”
After a brief pause, he asked, “How long was I unconscious?”
His mother replied, “Three days.”
For three days, Ji Ling had lain in the intensive care unit. The doctors had warned his parents that if he didn’t wake up within a week, he might never wake up again.
Those three days had been pure agony for them.
Ji Ling’s eyes flickered with confusion. He had spent so long in that world, yet in this world, only three days had passed…
If not for the vivid clarity of his memories, he might have thought it was all just a dream.
For some reason, when he recalled the final moments before he left, a dull heaviness pressed on his chest. All he had wanted was to go home, to help as many people as he could, and to avoid carrying too much guilt. He felt responsible for the way things had unfolded and had done his best to make amends. But in the end, he had still hurt people, hadn’t he…?
Just then, he felt a gentle squeeze on his hand. His mother held it tightly, looking at him with warmth in her eyes. “As long as you’re awake, that’s all that matters.”
Ji Ling met her gaze and froze slightly. The confusion in his eyes gradually faded. He lowered his head and softly murmured, “Mm.”
Yes. What had he been hesitating about just now? This was what he had always longed for—his real world, his real family, everything he could never part with.
He should be happy, shouldn’t he?
If some things were destined to be left incomplete, then instead of lingering in hesitation, it was better to move forward bravely and cherish what he had now.
He should be content.
Ji Ling whispered in his heart: Thank you, system.
The mission didn’t go smoothly. I didn’t do well enough. There were arguments and moments of frustration… But still, thank you for choosing me and giving me a second chance.
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A few days later, Ji Ling was transferred from the intensive care unit to a regular hospital room. His parents remained by his side the entire time.
Once news spread that he was out of danger, relatives and friends poured in to visit.
His uncles—first, second, and third; his aunts—their wives; his father’s brothers and their wives; his cousins; his classmates; his deskmates; his neighbors; his mother’s colleagues; his father’s friends…One by one, they all came to see him.
Those who lived nearby visited on the first day. Those who heard the news a little later arrived the next. Those from out of town came in the following days. The weekend saw an absolute flood of visitors, turning the hospital room into a lively marketplace.
Flowers and fruit piled up in the room.
Every day, Ji Ling’s head was affectionately patted by several elders, accompanied by words of encouragement and concern. He smiled and thanked them a dozen times. Thankfully, everyone was considerate of his condition and didn’t want to tire him out. They usually stayed only a few minutes before leaving, though they would then linger outside, chatting with his parents for at least half an hour.
Ji Ling’s recovery was going well, and he soon received wonderful news—He had been accepted into his dream school.
Ji Ling’s father specifically asked the doctor about his condition. The doctor said that Ji Ling waking up was a miracle, and since everything looked good now, he would likely be discharged in just over two months, so his enrollment in school shouldn’t be delayed. Ji Ling’s mother, however, thought that whether he made it to the start of the semester didn’t matter—what mattered was that her son was awake. Still, she was overjoyed by how quickly he was recovering, and her spirits had visibly lifted.
Ji Ling got his phone back. It felt both familiar and foreign. He had only been offline for a few days, yet his WeChat and QQ messages had exploded. He hurriedly sent a message in the group chat to let everyone know he was safe, then went through his messages one by one, reassuring his friends that he had survived and was doing well. He even attached a selfie in his hospital gown.
Late at night, when everything was quiet, he would think back on the past few days…
Everything felt so real. He really was back.
It wasn’t a dream.
How wonderful.
Although the Ji family wasn’t wealthy, they were well-off. Ji Ling’s father owned a photography studio, and his mother held a management position in a large company. As a result, Ji Ling had a hospital room all to himself, and his mother stayed overnight on the bed beside his to take care of him.
That night, Ji Ling couldn’t sleep. He peeked at his mother to make sure she wasn’t awake, then quietly picked up his phone and started browsing the web. As he scrolled, he suddenly froze—he remembered that before he left, the system had given him an email address.
Now that he was back, shouldn’t he at least send a message to say thank you and let them know he was safe? After all, they had been companions of sorts. It felt wrong to leave the system out.
So Ji Ling opened his email, typed in the account the system had given him, and sent a short message: I’m home. All is well. Don’t worry.
Then he placed his phone beside his pillow and drifted off to sleep.
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Ji Ling’s mother, Yang Wei, had taken half a month off work to take care of him. Every morning, she got up early to prepare breakfast for him. She gently woke him up and helped him sit up to eat. Ji Ling obediently leaned against his pillow. Remembering the email he had sent the night before, he eagerly grabbed his phone, hoping for a reply.
Seeing this, Yang Wei sighed helplessly, took his phone, and placed it on the bedside table. “What’s the rush? You can check it later.”
Kids these days—couldn’t go a minute without their phones.
Ji Ling, a bit embarrassed, lowered his head and focused on his breakfast. Only after his mother left did he pick up his phone again.
One glance, and he was a little disappointed. The system hadn’t replied.
But then he thought about it and figured that made sense. The mission was over. All good things must come to an end.
That day was relatively quiet, with no visitors for the moment. Feeling bored, Ji Ling turned on his phone and secretly navigated to a website called Jinjiang Literature City, where he searched for a novel titled The Beloved in the Interstellar Era…
Although he had long been familiar with the popular online BL culture, he had never actually read one of these novels before he transmigrated.
For some reason, it felt a bit embarrassing, like he was doing something sneaky…
He lightly tapped his phone and glanced at the site’s clean, green interface. Even though he had already read the system’s version of this novel as a guide and studied it thoroughly, he still couldn’t help but start reading again…
This time, it felt completely different. His emotions were far more complex than before.
Especially when he reached the parts describing Ning Yu. The author used all sorts of words to depict him as righteous and kind… Ji Ling couldn’t help but sigh deeply. He opened the comment section and, with full sincerity, left a message: This guy is a hidden manipulator! Don’t be fooled!
However, since this novel had been abandoned by the author long ago, there weren’t many readers left. Even if he posted a comment, probably no one would see or care. Ji Ling felt like he had wasted his emotions on something insignificant. To this world, it was just an unimportant BL novel…
Who would’ve thought that beyond this world, that place had been real?
Suddenly, Ji Ling lost interest in reading any further. He put his phone down with a sigh— Just then, a voice cried out beside him, making him nearly fling his phone away in shock. “Whoa! Lingling, you’re reading BL?!”
Ji Ling: “……”
He looked up at the girl standing before him, dressed in a gray-pink patchwork dress, her long hair draping over her shoulders, youthful and vibrant. His face instantly flushed red. He stammered, unable to form a coherent response. T-too embarrassing! Why did she have to yell so loudly?!
An Shuangshuang had come to visit her adorable little cousin after class. To surprise him, she had deliberately walked in quietly—only to catch him secretly reading a BL novel! Seeing Ji Ling’s flushed face and shy expression, she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Oh my, why are you so nervous? It’s just a BL novel. Unless… you have a secret?”
What do you mean, just a BL novel? Weren’t you the one making a big deal out of it?!
Ji Ling was annoyed, his face dark as he muttered, “What secret could I possibly have?”
An Shuangshuang ruffled her cousin’s hair as if petting a small animal—yep, still as soft as ever. She giggled and said, “I never knew you liked these! I love them too! Want me to recommend some good ones?”
Ji Ling: “……”
He turned his head away with a huff. “Not interested.”
An Shuangshuang leaned in and grabbed his chin, forcing him to face her. She narrowed her eyes. “Really not interested?”
Ji Ling’s face turned even redder. He said firmly, “Really!”
He was a straight guy! Why would he read BL?! He had no interest whatsoever!
It was just a moment of curiosity!
An Shuangshuang let out a disappointed oh but quickly smiled again. “Fine, fine. Then what kind of books do you like? I can recommend something else—power leveling and face-slapping? Conquering the world? Harem building? Collecting beauties?”
Ji Ling’s head hurt. “…I want to go outside.”
An Shuangshuang usually liked to tease Ji Ling, but now that he was recovering from an injury, he was the most important person in the world. She immediately said, “Alright! I’ll take you out!”
She ran off and returned with a wheelchair. Although Ji Ling was much better, his family still treated him like fragile glass.
An Shuangshuang bent down and made an exaggeratedly formal gesture, smiling mischievously. “Young Master Ji, where would you like to go today?”
Ji Ling: “……”
No. Enough. Please stop.
Seeing his stiff expression, An Shuangshuang couldn’t help but smile even wider. She pushed him toward the hospital garden and asked enthusiastically, “Young Master Ji, would you like something to drink? I’ll go buy it for you!”
Ji Ling: “……”
An Shuangshuang didn’t wait for him to answer. She clenched one hand into a fist and smacked it into her palm, bursting into laughter. “I know! Today, I’ll get Young Master Ji his favorite pearl milk tea! Just wait a moment, your humble servant will go right away!”
Drama queen! Can she stop talking to herself already?
Ji Ling was too exhausted even to complain. Watching An Shuangshuang dash away, he slumped into the wheelchair, squinting slightly as he lifted his head and curled his lips into a faint smile.
Young Master Ji…
He thought he would never hear that title again.
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In the same hospital, inside a VIP ward, a man lying on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.
He had a sharply defined, handsome face, short black hair, and dark eyes. Due to his injuries, his face was sickly pale. His deep-set eyes resembled an abyss—cold and lifeless, like an eternal frozen wasteland devoid of any ripples.
He moved his gaze slowly. After a moment, a trace of confusion surfaced in his icy eyes.
Where was he?
Was he still alive?
A few seconds later, a flood of foreign memories poured into his mind like a broken dam, making him frown in pain.
It took a long while before Jing Sui’s expression gradually returned to calm.
He had come back to life—again. This time, he had returned to the ancient era of Earth, inhabiting the body of a man named Fu Jingshen. It was all so absurd and incomprehensible.
He closed his eyes, recalling the long years of his past life.
He distinctly remembered killing Ji Ling with his own hands, watching him die by his sword, sacrificing himself to save Carlos and anyone else he could…
Ji Ling's last words to him were, "Be a wise ruler and a benevolent one."
This boy, who had been kind and forgiving to everyone, made such a cruel request in his final moments. Yet, he had no choice but to agree, unwilling to let him down.
So, he spared Carlos.
After Carlos left, he retreated his forces from the Sosa Star System and never returned. Although they never spoke again, Jing Sui knew Carlos would honor the boy’s final request. That was their unspoken understanding.
No one openly acknowledged it, but every person present that day silently decided to give the boy the world he had wished for.
Even if he was no longer there to see it.
Jing Sui faithfully carried out his duties for many more years. The gene evolution agent was eventually made available across all star systems, giving everyone a path to advancement. Under Ning Yu’s leadership, the rebel army gradually faded into history—not because they were hunted down, but because they were left alone to start peaceful new lives across the stars. The conservative nobility, led by Carlos, begrudgingly accepted this reality. Though unwilling, they had no choice but to acknowledge the new world order. Brandon remained stationed at the border, never returning.
Everything is fine.
Everything was just as Ji Ling had wished…
People called him a benevolent ruler, expressing their endless gratitude.
But only Jing Sui knew—he was not truly benevolent. He had simply… never been able to forget that day, the moment he drove his sword through the person he loved the most.
Sleepless nights, endless torment.
If only he hadn’t struck that day. If only he had shown just a little mercy. If only he had hesitated for just a second—Ji Ling wouldn’t have died.
He had once been ruthless, cold-blooded, and utterly merciless toward his enemies, exterminating them without hesitation. He never truly pitied the common people either; everything he did was for the sake of power, to strengthen the empire…
Until he finally paid the price for his own heartlessness.
Killing the one he loved with his own hands.
He never needed anyone’s gratitude…
Everything he did… was simply so he wouldn’t let Ji Ling down. So that when his time came, and he faced Ji Ling again, he could tell him: I did everything I promised you.
I never went back on my word.
In this life, he had once again fulfilled his duties, even better than before. He should have been able to face his death without regrets, feeling at peace…
Yet, upon opening his eyes once more, he realized—death was not so easy.
He still couldn’t reunite with Ji Ling. Couldn’t even speak a word to him.
Life felt like an endless cycle.
For the first time, Jing Sui felt hatred toward his own eternal existence—dying and reviving, over and over again, never able to rest.
He had nothing left to accomplish. No one left to love. Only an ice-cold, lifeless heart that had long since ceased to feel pain. Why… did he have to live again?
Why wouldn’t fate just let him rest?
“President Fu, are you awake?” The door opened, and a sharp-looking man in glasses walked in, carrying a briefcase and smiling as he spoke.
Jing Sui turned his head slightly, his indifferent gaze falling upon the man. As his memories resurfaced, he recalled—this was Fu Jingshen’s assistant, Shen Zhuoming.
Meeting his boss’s cold stare, Shen Zhuoming inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine. A sense of unfamiliarity and unease crept over him. President Fu had always been strict, but today… his presence felt terrifying. He hadn’t even said a word, yet just a single glance was enough to make Shen Zhuoming’s throat tighten, as if he were being watched by something beyond human comprehension.
Shen Zhuoming carefully adjusted his expression and said, “The doctor said you’re well enough to be discharged today. I’ve already arranged for a driver to wait outside. Would you like to leave now?”
After a few seconds, Jing Sui calmly averted his gaze.
Since he couldn’t die, then so be it… Ancient Earth, a new identity, and the question of whether he should live as another person.
Did it matter?
Not anymore.
Seeing his boss look away, Shen Zhuoming finally let out a breath of relief. He placed a neatly folded suit on the sofa and bowed respectfully. “I’ll be waiting for you outside.”
Jing Sui's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. He got up, picked up the clothes his assistant had given him—a high-end-looking gray suit—and buttoned each button meticulously. Raising his head, he glanced at the unfamiliar face in the mirror before pushing the door open and stepping out.
Shen Zhuoming watched his boss. Though the man’s complexion had yet to fully recover from the car accident, his cold and imposing aura was even stronger than before. Not daring to be careless, Shen Zhuoming recalled his boss’s workaholic tendencies and began reporting while walking beside him: “The vice presidents were all pleased to hear you’d be discharged today. The merger negotiations with the new company have reached their final stage, and we’re waiting on your final decision.”
“The construction of the retirement base in Xincheng is scheduled to begin next month with a groundbreaking ceremony. Would you like to attend in person? If not, who should represent you?”
“The XX Summit Forum will be held in X country next month. I’ve already prepared the itinerary and relevant documents for you—”
Midway through his report, Shen Zhuoming noticed that his boss had yet to respond. Feeling puzzled, he hesitated before asking, “President Fu?”
Was his boss even listening?
Jing Sui lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes sweeping over Shen Zhuoming’s face with indifference. His thin lips parted, his voice cold and emotionless: “I heard everything. We’ll discuss it at the company.”
Shen Zhuoming immediately tensed and fell silent.
The noise around Jing Sui faded. As he walked down the hospital corridor, passing by this old and outdated building, the scent of disinfectant lingered in the air...
A dull life. A backward Earth. Insignificant humans.
The corners of his lips curled into a self-mocking smile. So this was his life now. He wondered—if he were to die once more, where would he wake up next? The thought was strangely tempting...
Shen Zhuoming trailed half a step behind, cautiously observing his boss’s profile. Once again, he felt that sense of unfamiliarity and distance...
But he couldn’t quite pinpoint what was wrong.
His boss didn’t seem any different from before—still unsmiling, reserved, and taciturn—yet something about him had undeniably changed.
Pushing aside his thoughts, Shen Zhuoming said, “Traffic is a bit heavy at the front entrance today, so we parked at the back. Let’s head that way.”
Jing Sui nodded and stepped into the garden.
The sunlight was rather pleasant today. Many people were strolling and resting in the garden.
As he was about to pass through, a clear voice suddenly rang out beside him: “Xiao Ling.”
Jing Sui’s steps halted. Instinctively, he turned his head.
A girl in a dress walked in from the side, carrying a plastic bag with light, quick steps. Following her gaze, he saw a clean and delicate-looking young man sitting in a wheelchair. The young man turned his head and smiled, his bright black eyes clear and radiant.
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