Reborn GaoXueqing

Gao Xueqing committed suicide on her thirtieth wedding anniversary. After her death, her husband Xu Chen married a new wife just a month later. Everything in her house was thrown away. The ginkgo tree she loved most was cut down and replaced with a phoenix tree. She had no children, so there was no one left to remember her. …… In 2012, at the Beiping Aircraft Engineering Institute, Gao Xueqing sat next to Xu Chen, calmly listening to the congratulations for his thirtieth wedding anniversary. As the banquet progressed, Xu Chen soon vanished from her side. Gao Xueqing knew he had gone to find that woman, but she no longer had the energy to care. "This woman brought it upon herself, breaking up a couple in love, and now she's left all alone." "Don't say too much!" "It was originally the case that Xu Chen was a foreign minister and Gao Guanying was a high-ranking official; if they were together now, they would make such a perfect couple." A faint sound drifted into Gao Xueqing's ears, but she remained silent. After the banquet, she calmly tidied up her home before heading to her room alone. Sitting by the window, she looked through the teal wooden frame at a bare ginkgo tree trunk outside. She had been seeing the same scene for thirty years. Until it got dark outside, She silently took out the rope she had prepared long ago, tied it to the beam, and stood on a stool. With a "thud," the stool fell over. ………… Gao Xueqing never expected to be alive. When she opened her eyes again, she thought she had been saved, but as she got up, she realized something was off. —The ginkgo tree outside the window was surprisingly lush and thriving. Her gaze swept across the room. The bright red calendar displayed the date "May 12, 1982," striking her like a bolt. Gao Xueqing's mind went blank for a moment. After what felt like an eternity, she finally realized she had returned to thirty years ago, to the time just three months after she had married Xu Chen. She opened the door and stepped into the living room. Her eyes fell on the brand-new old-fashioned table and chairs, while the ceiling fan turned with a soft "whoosh." Gao Xueqing stood there in a daze when the door was suddenly pushed open. Looking up, she saw a young Xu Chen, dressed in a crisp white shirt. His handsome features were striking yet commanding, with gentle eyes that still carried an air of authority. This was the man she had loved for a lifetime, her strong, confident, yet distant husband. In her daze, Xu Chen placed a bag on the table and said coolly, “Your family is coming today; make more dishes.” After speaking, he left without even looking at her. Gao Xueqing paused for a moment before stepping forward to grab the vegetables and wash them in the kitchen. The cold water seeped through her palms and into her heart, making her feel as if she were trapped in an incredibly vivid dream. She had returned to the beginning of the thirty-year nightmare. She had been found by her biological parents, but due to being drugged, she lost her innocence to Xu Chen, and they were forced into marriage—this was the start of her torment. The clock struck six. Gao Xueqing brought out the last dish, and a strikingly handsome woman stepped forward to take it. Her name was Gao Guanying, the youngest staff member in the publicity department, and everyone remarked how she was truly a daughter of the Gao family. If they hadn't been swapped at birth twenty years ago, Gao Xueqing might have been just like her now. Gao Guanying smiled and praised, "Xueqing has improved so much in her cooking after marrying Xu Chen for three months." Gao Xueqing's eyes trembled. After thirty years of cooking, her skills were indeed worlds apart from now. She pressed her lips together, unsure of how to respond, remaining silent for a long time. Her silence drew an angry rebuke from her father at the table: "What are you standing there for? Can't you even respond when someone speaks to you? You look like a wooden doll!" Gao's mother urged, "Alright, Lao Gao, say less." Then she turned to Xu Chen and said, "Xu Chen, I know you're upset about marrying Xueqing; our Gao family owes you..." As she spoke, her eyes turned red. Gao Guanying immediately patted her arm, saying, "Mom, it’s all in the past." Gao Xueqing stood like a wooden post, staring at this familiar scene before her. She had no idea how many times she had witnessed this in her previous life. At first, she would try to explain: it wasn’t her who drugged Xu Chen; she was a victim too... But no matter what she said, no one would believe her. They called her shameless, accused her of being cruel, and blamed her for using such a vile method to take the man her sister loved. Initially, Gao Xueqing felt wronged, angry, and heartbroken. But eventually, her tears dried up, her voice became hoarse, and her heart finally stopped hurting. Gao's father sighed and, catching sight of the expressionless Gao Xueqing, became even angrier, snapping, "How can you stand there with a face like that? How did I raise such an unrefined child?" Xu Chen furrowed his brows, his lips moving as if to intervene. But Gao Xueqing finally spoke, her voice hoarse from disuse: "Dad, you say I'm unrefined, but what have you ever taught me?"