Here's the English translation of Chapter 5715, "Former Life Extra - Young Master Qin Er and Qiao: Looking Back, All Is Lost":
Chapter 5715: Former Life Extra - Young Master Qin Er and Qiao: Looking Back, All Is Lost
"Ah Xin, look. That little useless thing is so seriously transcribing the Scripture of Peace after learning you're injured. Pfft." Shi Yongqian raised her small hand, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, a faint sneer glinting in her eyes.
"Isn't it funny, Ah Xin?"
Qin Xin stood indifferently at the doorway, coldly watching the scene inside the room.
The woman, unable to move any of her limbs, only her head able to turn slightly.
She was biting the pen with her mouth, writing scripture word by word.
"Look how funny it is. She's clearly a useless thing who can only lie there, yet she still tries to put on a show for you."
"It's quite a bother for the maid beside her, who has to constantly grind ink, wipe her sweat, and turn pages, spread paper for her."
"Perhaps she just wants something to do."
After all, always lying there, unable to do anything, was too demoralizing for a girl who was always so strong-willed.
Shi Yongqian chuckled, covering her small mouth with her handkerchief.
Qin Xin glanced at her, not understanding what was so funny about it.
"Ah Xin, you couldn't actually have fallen for such a useless little thing, could you?"
"Ridiculous." Qin Xin was utterly impatient with the woman's idiotic probing.
"Hehe, but look, after you saved her, she seems to treat you as her whole world, constantly thinking of you and remembering you."
"How could I possibly fall for someone whose limbs are completely crippled?" Qin Xin sneered, uttering a chilling sentence.
"She's nothing but a small pet I picked up and brought home casually." Qin Xin dropped this remark and intended to turn and leave.
Shi Yongqian smiled, took two steps forward, and reached out to stop him. "Ah Xin, wait a moment."
She stomped her foot coquettishly. "I find this little pet you brought back quite annoying. I don't like her transcribing the Scripture of Peace for you."
"What do you want?" Recently, his father had been continuously trying to win over the Shi family.
To make Young Miss Shi Er happy, Qin Xin was willing to humor her a little.
"She's quite an eyesore," Young Miss Shi Er said, giggling. "What if I go tear up that Scripture of Peace?"
For some reason, Qin Xin's heart gave a heavy leap, then he said expressionlessly the two words he would most regret in this life, "As you wish."
Qiao Mu felt that transcribing the Scripture of Peace brought her great joy.
Because she finally had something else to do, instead of lying there day and night, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her kind caretaker, Aunt Hui, was very dedicated and happy to help her.
Finally, she could also gain a hint of pleasure, no, power, from the transcription.
When Young Miss Shi Er burst into her room with her people, kicking the door open, Qiao Mu didn't know what was happening.
It wasn't until the two vicious maids beside Shi Yongqian forcefully kicked away the inkstone by her hand and stomped on the stack of papers that she realized Young Miss Shi Er was here to cause trouble again.
These days, she was always coming to find fault, always looking at her with disdain.
Now, she was hiding in her room, quietly transcribing the Scripture of Peace, and that bothered her too?
Looking at the stack of scriptures, trampled and crushed by their feet, broken and torn, Qiao Mu felt a pang of sorrow and heartache.
She had spent so much time, "writing" each word.
It had been a very, very long time since she had been able to do anything so meaningful.
"Obstruction." The two wicked maids beside Young Miss Shi Er kicked her over.
Aunt Hui rushed to help her up, but Young Miss Shi Er lashed out with a whip, striking her lower back. Aunt Hui tumbled to the ground with a thud and couldn't get back up.
"Aunt Hui, Aunt Hui!" Qiao Mu cried out in alarm.
"So noisy," Shi Yongqian cursed with a cold expression. "A tiny worm dares to make such a piercing sound. Teach her a good lesson."
The two wicked maids walked up with ill intent. One brutally kicked Qiao Mu in the stomach.
The other squatted down, grabbed Qiao Mu's withered yellow hair, picked up a packet of medicinal powder, and poured it into her mouth.
A spicy, bitter sensation filled her throat.
"Cough, cough cough." Qiao Mu coughed heavily.
Her once clear voice became hoarse. Every word she spoke seemed to roll over a blade, causing immense pain.
"Enough!" Qin Xin frowned, pulling Shi Yongqian away from Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu lay on the ground, struggling to turn her small face, wanting to see the young master's expression clearly.
It turned out he had been standing by the door all along, watching everything that unfolded.
Qiao Mu's slightly warmed heart sank, little by little.
Sure enough, she was just a pathetic little worm the young master had casually picked up.
How laughable. She even harbored strange fantasies.
She always thought this person would treat her like a normal person.
Hmm, it was just a luxury to imagine.
...
Ever since she was put on the boat bound for Xichuan by Shi Yongqian, she had wished for death, but ultimately failed to die.
For several days thereafter, Young Master Qin Er was like a madman, constantly watching her, preventing any further attempts at suicide.
In truth, after the whipping from Young Miss Shi Er, she didn't even have the strength to lift her head.
What could a pitiful little worm who couldn't even lift her head possibly do?
She didn't know why this Qin Xin always stayed by her side, constantly muttering something, but she couldn't hear a single word.
As her body gradually recovered, one day her fingers suddenly became able to move.
On this day, Young Master Er happily held her hand and softly said to her, "Xiao Qiao, your body is almost recovered. When your wrist can move, would you transcribe a section of the Scripture of Peace for me?"
Qiao Mu didn't speak, her eyes dead and lifeless.
Many more days passed. She could barely walk a few steps, leaning against the wall.
Young Master Er excitedly brought her paper and a brush, helping her sit by the table. "Xiao Qiao, transcribe it."
Half an hour later, Qiao Mu made no movement.
An hour later, she remained the same.
Several hours later, only a blotch of ink stained the paper, and she was sprawled on the table, fast asleep.
Transcribe something as ridiculous as the Scripture of Peace.
The words "peace and safety" had long since departed from her.
Such a luxury, she should no longer hope for it.
After all, health and happiness had long been gone...
That day, Qiao Mu didn't know that Qin Xin stood by her side, lost in thought for a long time.
He didn't know when he finally came to.
He walked forward, wanting to pick her up and put her to bed.
But in her dream, she still strongly resisted his approach.
Only then did Young Master Er realize that many things, once you wish to look back, might already be irreversible.
But he still felt unwilling. He desperately wanted to salvage it.
In his dreams, night after night, he would occasionally think: If I hadn't treated her that way back then, would everything, everything, have been different?
(The End)
Author's Note: Is the "Former Life Extra" hard to understand?
Qiao Qiao has only two lives: this life and the former life. The "Former Life Extra" will be marked with "Former Life" (前世). If it's not marked, it's an extra from this life.
The "Former Life Extra" is characterized by being utterly miserable. It's especially hard to write, painful to write, so it ends here.
Tomorrow will be the start of sweet extras again.