Thought I could post this chapter in one go. Clearly no. Not sure when part b will be out, but it probably won’t be anytime soon. 2-3 weeks?

Love Me Again Chapter 1A

Luo An Hai would have never imagined that one day she would witness her own funeral.

She recalled being on the flight to England with a proposal for a business collaboration. As long as she succeeded, the company director would side with her and the position of the Luo Corporation president would have been hers.

Everything had been in her grasp, she was certain she would win, yet who knew that at the very last step, she would encounter something like a plane crash!

In her last moments, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Having slaved for 10 years, she had finally reached her goal, only to fall short at the final hurdle.

She had struggled for so long, desperately holding onto her position in the Luo family, desperately holding onto everything, not letting anyone take what was rightfully hers – especially that pair of mother and son!

She had vowed to herself that in this lifetime, she would never let that mother and son live well, and that things would never go as they planned. Yet right as she was about to succeed, she had been thwarted by a plane!

She couldn’t accept it – the instant the plane had crashed, Luo An Hai’s heart had been filled with resentment and indignation.

Then, once she regained conscious, she was actually floating mid-air, while her funeral was being held right below.

She saw her father trembling before her grave, his head full of white hair, his face aged and haggard…. Leaving Luo An Hai shocked.

She hadn’t seen her father for a long time, how could he have aged so much since then?

Since the day he had invited that mother and son to their home, the feelings between father and daughter had fallen to sub zero temperatures. She had stopped calling him father and always opposed him, always showing him an obstinate and unruly attitude, not leaving any of them in peace. Only seeing their angered expressions could she feel relieved, since she couldn’t do anything for her mother.

Her mother had only truly loved one man, and despite knowing this man had only married her for financial assistance, she still had no regrets and devoted everything. Yet it ultimately led to a life of loneliness, bitter to the end.

Yet what Luo An Hai was truly unable to accept, was that less than 3 months after her mother had passed away, her father had actually married another woman!

No, more accurately, even when her mother was still alive, the two of them had secretly carried out an affair and her father had even wanted to divorce her mother, but her mother had firmly refused. Finally, her father had stormed out, returning to the home he shared with that mother and son. Facing her father’s ruthlessness, her mother had spent every day filled with despair, her originally weak health worsening each day, before dying at a young age.

This is all that woman’s fault!

Luo An Hai glares hatefully at the woman supporting her father. Seeing the grieving expression on that woman’s face, she scoffs, eyes filled with disdain.

Like she could believe that sorrowful expression was real, she was merely disgusted by the hypocrisy.

Towards that woman, she had never shown a good expression, and was always cold and scornful. Just seeing that woman’s face, her heart would be full of hatred, since her mother’s suffering had paid for that woman’s happiness!

Nothing about that common woman could match her mother, whether it was family background or appearance. Yet her father only had that woman in his heart. Even though that woman had already married and even had a child by her side, her father would still think of her and neglect her mother. After marrying her in, he cherished her even more, even taking in her child as his own and treating him better than his own blood-related daughter.

Under the same roof, they were a happy family of three, while she was the outsider.

She was the one with Luo as her surname, yet her father clearly wanted raise that woman’s son, even wanting to give the Luo Corporation to him.

Luo An Hai’s gaze turns towards the tall, sturdy man in the black suit. The man is expressionless, appearing so calm he almost seemed indifferent.

Luo An Hai sneers. Why even bother attending this kind of funeral? All these false pretences, she’s already dead yet they’re still trying to disgust her!

Clenching her fists at her side, she glares at the man’s figure, her eyes filled with resentment. Yet what can she do? Now she’s merely a wisp of a ghost, unable to do a thing…. Luo An Hai shuts her eyes, her fists trembling.

Watching the crowd disperse, she wanders aimlessly, not knowing where to go, and instinctively follows those three ‘close relations’ back to the Luo family, before immediately feeling foolish over her own behaviour.

Is this even still her home?

No, ever since her mother had passed away, and that mother and son pair were admitted in, this place had already stopped being home.

Yet she insisted on staying, even if it meant encountering that irritating mother and son, she’ll still remain here, since it had once been home to her and her mother.

Luo An Hai opens her blank eyes, and drifts wordlessly. She had returned home, yet no one could see her. Late at night, the large house is filled with silence, leaving only her.

Where can she go? Is there even a place for her?

Her shadow slowly drifts to her room, yet someone is already inside.

She stills, seeing that man sitting on her bed, his hand stroking the picture frame at the head of her bed, with the picture of her with her chin tilted, filled with disdain, her smile haughty and proud.

Why is he here?

She had only just died and yet he wants to clear out her room already?

Luo An Hai clenches her fists, furiously glaring at the man, waiting for his next move.

She waited for a long time, yet the man merely repeats the same action, his gaze always fixed on that photo. Only when morning came, did the man rise and leave the room.

Luo An Hai frowns, not knowing what the man had wanted to do.

Yet, she thinks, that man clearly wouldn’t have any good intentions. Just let her wait and see, see how he’ll seize and grab everything that should have belonged to her.

She watches as the man sits in the President’s seat, watches as he slowly ages, watches as the man holds the Luo Corporation in his palm, watches as the man always enters her room in the late hours, then silently remains for the night.

She doesn’t understand. Why hadn’t he cleared out her room, but instead kept everything exactly as it was, maintaining the same appearance as when she had left.

Luo An Hai is puzzled yet had no way to ask and can only remain there, her heart filled with suspicion as she silently watches on.

She stays by that man’s side, watching as that man brought a small cake into her room each year on her birthday, watching as the candles melted and extinguished, watching as the man lightly strokes the picture frame right before he leaves the room.

She watches on like this, watching him year after year.

The hatred in her heart turns into suspicion, then doubt, before finally becoming completely baffled. And, as though it had become a habit, she merely watches.

As her father and that woman pass away one after the other, she watched that man as he personally sent them off, until only he remained in that huge house….

Why hadn’t he taken a wife?

As president of the Luo Corporation, countless women were willing to marry him, yet he had always been indifferent, not even creating the slightest scandal.

Luo An Hai watches the man as he trudges on, detached and alone. Returning home, the place he spends the most time in is her room, and the thing he looks at most is her picture.

His gaze always seemed so indifferent, his eyes deep and unfathomable. She never knew what he was thinking, yet he left her filled with unease.

One year, he adopted a young boy and raised him, teaching the boy everything, until one day he suddenly collapsed.

She listened as the doctor diagnosed him with lung cancer. In addition, the man was also malnourished, suffering from stomach ulcers and from overworking. If he didn’t rest, his condition would only worsen.

Shocked, Luo An Hai stares at the man’s tranquil expression, appearing disturbingly calm, not even showing a trace of panic, as though it had all fallen within his expectations.

It felt like he had always been waiting for this moment, the thought causing Luo An Hai’s heart to inexplicable tighten, as she watches a light flicker across the man’s eyes.

She recalls the man’s serious smoking habits, how little he eats, never having a proper meal. How his tall, straight physique gradually withered and recalled how he would wake in the middle of the night, then remain in her room wide awake until dawn.

Looking at the man’s dull, almost desolate eyes, Luo An Hai’s fist subconsciously clenches, trembling faintly.

Against the doctor and his foster son’s advice, the man insisted on returning home, refusing to remain in the hospital, refusing surgery and treatment.

He merely returns to her room, sitting on her bed as he stared silently at her picture.

While she stared silently at him.

In the end, she watched his funeral with her own eyes — he was buried beside her.

She glides before his grave, her transparent hand gently reaching out, stopping before she almost touches the picture on his tombstone. She stares at the man’s picture with a conflicted expression, before her fingers finally reach forward, lightly stroking at the man’s sombre face.

She recalls how he was still holding onto that old frame up to his death, her picture still inside. As he closed his eyes, his cold lips rose into a slight smile. At that time, she thought she had heard a name slip out.

An Hai….

“Idiot.”

Her tears spill without a sound, not knowing when all the hatred and resentment had disappeared, leaving only an unspeakable pain.

Really painful.

Luo An Hai forcefully clutches at her chest, her fingers trembling, unable to comprehend why her heart could hurt so much when she was already dead.

*Pa* — her tears fall to the ground, as her transparent figure slowly disappears, until all that remains is a low cry.

Idiot….

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