Chapter 559: She Sings with Angels in Heaven

The moment Yao Beina passed away, the doctors immediately knew the situation and notified the family outside, plunging the place into a wave of sorrow.

Some wept, others sat in silent grief.

After obtaining family consent, a public obituary was issued: Yao Beina, after unsuccessful medical treatment for her illness, unfortunately passed away at 16:55 on January 16, 2015.

When the media and netizens learned the news, they were stunned and could not believe it—had such a radiant flower really fallen?

"Yao Beina is dead!"

"Yao Beina, rest in peace!"

These trending topics instantly dominated the top spots on all major trending lists and held their positions, overshadowing every other news item and event at the time.

A recording by Yao Beina was also released to the public:

"My illness first appeared during that period of extreme depression. When you feel profoundly down, it always finds an outlet in you—either your body breaks down, or your mind does."

"So, one must maintain a positive mindset. Of all things in life, only life and death matter; everything else is trivial. Especially for women, never stay angry—it easily makes you sick. We must live longer and love ourselves well."

Listening to Yao Beina's weak voice, filled with concern for public health, many fans and netizens broke down—they had no idea what physical torment she endured before death.

On Weibo, the topic of Yao Beina's posts reached hundreds of millions of views within a short time, with discussions exceeding millions.

Her Weibo comment section was flooded with mourning messages from fans and netizens; soon, platforms like Weibo, WeChat, and Tieba were filled with memorial posts:

"Beina, rest in peace. May heaven be free of pain. Your voice will forever live in our hearts."

"Thank you for accompanying us with music. May you continue singing in another world."

"Though I wasn't your fan, your strength and courage moved me deeply. May you rest peacefully in heaven."

"Your voice accompanied me for many years. May you continue singing in another world."

Whether fans or strangers, all expressed sorrow for her; some fans even wept for her.

She was only in her thirties, at the peak of her youth, gone so suddenly—netizens all expressed sympathy and regret.

Even the song "Little Luck" surged in popularity online overnight, all due to fans sharing it voluntarily.

"Little Luck" was originally composed by Fang Hong for Yao Beina—though he only wrote the lyrics; the melody was completed by someone else.

Not just songs, but videos about Yao Beina also gained tremendous popularity.

Some netizens who didn't know Yao Beina, bombarded by the overwhelming online coverage, grew curious and looked up her face and listened to her songs.

This gave Yao Beina's songs and videos a sudden surge in popularity.

Major music platforms launched special tributes to Yao Beina; QQ Music issued a eulogy: "Yao Beina's voice will forever live in our hearts. Let us revisit her classic works together."

It had a hint of opportunism, but at least they issued it—proof that Yao Beina still had influence.

Many celebrities and musicians also expressed condolences for Yao Beina via Weibo and other platforms.

Han Hong: "Beina, your voice will forever live in our hearts. May you rest in peace, free of pain."

Zhang Liangying: "Beina, your music and spirit will forever inspire us. Rest in peace."

Liu Tianxian: "She and her voice are always here—in our ears, in our hearts, never far away. She sings with angels in heaven."

Yao Chen: "May you continue singing freely in heaven!"

Zheng Kai: "God must have wanted to hear a song!"

Huayi Brothers: "From now on, she lives in each of our hearts!"

Yao Beina was a contracted artist of Huayi Brothers; Zhang Jingying had also been one.

Yutu: "Her voice and presence remain eternal."

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Many celebrities, including Wang Feng, Guan Zhe, Sun Nan, and Liu Xiaoqing, posted condolences; Guan Zhe even shared a photo of the two of them.

But one person feigned silence and was viciously condemned by netizens.

"You destroyed Yao Beina's talent!"

"You're a bird, you owe Yao Beina a championship!"

"You, bird, why don't you just die!"

"You're not worthy to be a mentor!"

"You don't care about your students—you only care about your own reputation!"

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Many netizens and fans were enraged, furiously attacking "You Niao," driving the heat even higher.

Unable to bear the harassment, "You Niao" posted a belated tribute on Weibo: "Beina, you were the best. May you rest in peace."

This delayed tribute gained no forgiveness or calm from netizens—they continued relentless personal attacks on her.

The incident was huge, and netizens seized the chance to condemn.

Even mainstream media like CCTV, People's Daily, and Xinhua News Agency reported Yao Beina's death.

They also reviewed her musical achievements and her battle with cancer.

Just as the outside world was in an uproar over this, Yao Beina's body needed to be transported back to Jiangcheng.

Only a chartered flight was feasible—road transport was impractical, requiring days of travel and special handling; high-speed rail and commercial flights were out of the question, as passengers would find it unlucky.

Thus, only a chartered flight could be used, to allow Yao's other relatives to see her one last time, and to bury her in Jiangcheng, for it was her birthplace.

Only Fang Hong could handle the chartered flight—Yao's father and mother were emotionally unstable, and he was the one with the greatest capability; it was easiest for him to manage everything.

The chartered flight was complicated, requiring connections—plainly put, money and influence.

Usually, in such cases, the body is cremated locally, then transported back to the hometown—Da S was handled exactly this way, cremated locally before being returned.

The reason? Many chartered flights refused to carry bodies—it was considered unlucky, taboo.

Time had been reserved for procedures and formalities.

But they had no time reserved for this chartered flight—only money could open the way. Money, though not omnipotent, solves 99 percent of the world's problems.

Fang Hong advanced nearly a million yuan to get it done.

From Beijing to Jiangcheng takes about two hours, which equals fifty thousand per hour—extremely expensive.

This price, of course, covers a large private jet, not a small one, directly transporting all of Yao Beina's family back to Jiangcheng in one go.

To avoid the hassle of booking tickets or taking high-speed rail.

Yao Beina has already been placed in an ice coffin!

Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian were also on the plane, but everyone was too low and sorrowful to speak.

Liu Tianxian's eyes were especially red—she had cried.

Since it was winter, the early preparations and procedural delays took time, so they arrived in Jiangcheng at nine or ten at night.

When they arrived, a hearse was already waiting at the airport; professionals transferred Yao Beina onto the hearse, then left the airport.

The family and Fang Hong's group followed behind in luxury sedans or small cars.

The moment the hearse exited the airport, it was immediately blocked by countless waiting fans.

They seemed to have gotten word in advance—this kind of thing can't be hidden; the private jet and ice coffin arrangements had already drawn massive attention.

Outside the airport, under the night's dim lights, fans braved the cold wind, holding chrysanthemums and white flowers, some even wearing white ribbons on their chests, holding up portraits of Yao Beina raised high.

Some held banners: "She's with angels in heaven!"

Reporters were photographing the hearse—this was fresh, breaking news.

Seeing the hearse, some burst into loud sobs, crying out: "Beina! Nana!"

A wave of grief spread through the scene.

This made Liu Tianxian and the family behind the car feel even worse—they began crying again.

Human emotions are so easily carried away.

Liu Tianxian leaned against Fang Hong's chest, holding tissue paper, silently crying, occasionally wiping her tears, deeply emotional and heartbroken.

Staying here like this wasn't sustainable; soon, security arrived with barriers to clear a path for the hearse and the vehicles behind it.

The fans remained restrained, knowing duties had to be carried out, making no reckless moves—only watching as the hearse and the following cars slowly passed.

Some fans chased after the cars, their cries deafening.

But the cars kept moving farther, faster, soon vanishing into the night. Tonight would be sleepless—they still had to set up the memorial hall and hold a funeral service.

Yao Beina was placed inside the funeral home; at the head of the ice coffin stood an incense burner with three sticks of incense burning.

Every visitor must offer three sticks of incense, and the incense must never be allowed to go out—it must burn continuously until cremation and burial, according to local custom.

After Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian offered their three sticks and bowed three times, it was someone else's turn—each person one by one.

Soon, the air became thick with smoke, carrying a faint fragrance.

Yao's mother leaned against the ice coffin, staring at her daughter inside, pressing her face against its surface, tears in her eyes: "How will you sleep alone here for several days?"

Everyone who saw this couldn't help but cry.

Yao Beina must remain here for about three days; the memorial service will be held on January 20th.

The purpose is to allow enough time to notify all relatives and friends—those who can make it will come to see her one last time and offer three sticks of incense.

During this time, Liu Tianxian won't have time for Propaganda Department work on Gravity—not just these few days, probably not all month; her emotions need time to recover.

Yutu didn't pressure her to resume promotion work, knowing humanitarian concern was needed now.

Besides, the Principal said nothing—how could Chen Zhixi say anything? Just arrange the other promotions.

"Let's find a place to rest," Fang Hong said. His task was done; the rest would be handled by Yao Beina's uncles and aunts.

As for the advance payment, he didn't dare mention it—he'd let it go, as if giving it as a gift.

"I want to stay here a little longer," Liu Tianxian said, placing her hand on the ice coffin, gazing at her peaceful friend inside.

Now, Yao Beina looked serene; her face had been made up, resembling her lively, polished self—much more beautiful than before.

Fang Hong didn't press her; he let her stay. Shuchang had already gone to rest at a hotel—she'd spent the whole day accompanying them and was exhausted.

Soon, it was deep into the night; Yao's father finished his tasks, found Fang Hong, and said: "Principal, thank you for all your help with this."

He hadn't forgotten Fang Hong's assistance.

"It's nothing—I was just doing what I should," Fang Hong replied politely.

"Still, I must thank you. You ran around arranging everything—it wasn't easy. When you're ready, send me the bill—I'll pay you back and give you some compensation," Yao's father said, referring to Fang Hong's arrangements for the private jet—he was still reasonable.

"No, consider it my gesture of goodwill," Fang Hong declined. This wasn't the time to talk about money.

"It must be done—public is public, private is private," Yao's father said.

If this were a personal gift, it would be different.

"Then speak to Xixi—she's in charge of this," Fang Hong said. He wasn't good with emotionally charged financial matters—he left it to Liu Tianxian.

If he asked for money now, after her best friend was gone, it would seem inhuman.

Liu Tianxian valued emotion deeply; money meant little to her.

"Alright!" Yao's father was surprised—Fang Hong was a henpecked husband? Such a powerful man listened to his wife.

He added: "Do you have a place to stay? If not, I'll arrange it for you."

"We do. You focus on your duties—don't worry about us," Fang Hong signaled.

This was the busiest time for Yao's father—so many relatives and friends, plus funeral arrangements—many things to handle.

They could easily find any hotel. Besides, Liu Tianxian owned a house in Jiangcheng—bought with her own earnings.

Over the past few years, Liu Tianxian had earned money and owned properties everywhere.

"Good. If we've been inattentive, please forgive us. You and Xixi, rest as soon as you're done—you're both exhausted," Yao's father spoke quickly.

He turned to leave, then paused, as if remembering something, and returned: "By the way, how much did the private jet cost?"

"No rush—if you insist on settling it, speak to Xixi—she's in charge," Fang Hong said, not wanting to embarrass him—the amount was high, though only for middle- to upper-income families.

Liu Tianxian handled such matters more flexibly and with greater empathy.

"Then I'll speak to Xixi after I finish arranging everything for Beina," Yao's father nodded.

Fang Hong said nothing, indicating he had no objections.

The two chatted for a while and then parted; it was already three or four in the morning, and many people were still keeping vigil.

"Let's head back, we'll come again tomorrow." Fang Hong saw Liu Tianxian had found a chair and was sitting with Yao's mother beside the ice coffin, gazing inside.

He stood behind Liu Tianxian, supporting her shoulders.

"If you're tired, go back and rest first. I'll just stay here," Liu Tianxian said.

"Aren't you tired?" Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian silently shook her head. In truth she was tired, just forcing herself to hold on.

She had gotten up early today and hadn't eaten much.

"Let's go, I have something to tell you—it's about Yao Beina," Fang Hong said, half true and half made up.

There were still several days to go; how could anyone possibly endure it.

"What is it?" Liu Tianxian turned her head, now interested.

"I'll tell you when we get back, it's not convenient to say here," Fang Hong said softly.

Liu Tianxian obediently stood up and walked outside with him, saying, "What is it? Tell me."

"About the chartered flight—I arranged a chartered flight to bring Yao Beina over, right? The cost was a bit high, and Yao's father wants to give us the money," Fang Hong said as they walked.

"How could you take Yao's father's money? Their family is already in this state," Liu Tianxian was unhappy.

"I didn't take it. I'm not good at handling things like this, so I let Yao's father talk to you. If you want it, take it; if not, just find some excuse to refuse," Fang Hong said.

Hearing this, Liu Tianxian felt a little better, and said to him, "We can't take it. That old couple is already pitiful enough."

"Mm!" Fang Hong nodded in agreement.

By now the two had walked outside, and the moment they stepped out a wave of cold hit them—the night was super cold.

This instantly woke Liu Tianxian up with the chill. Her mind had been in a daze just now, mainly from grief; she hadn't been thinking about anything.

"That's all you wanted to say?" she said.

"Mm, that's it." Fang Hong walked to the car and pulled open the door.

"You could have told me this anytime, why bring it up now," Liu Tianxian sensed something was off.

"Ah, get in the car!" Fang Hong held her shoulders and pushed her into the car.

"She's my best childhood friend and confidante. I want to accompany her for her last few days," Liu Tianxian said to Fang Hong, aggrieved.

She also knew her man was doing it for her own good.

"Come back at dawn, there's still a few days left—how can you possibly endure it? My heart aches to death," Fang Hong said with concern, pushing her into the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt for her.

Liu Tianxian felt a warmth, and no longer refused. Going along with this man's wishes, she already felt very happy—happier than most people.

A man who loved her, a mother who loved her, a harmonious family.

The two found a five-star hotel presidential suite nearby to stay in. Of course, the check-in wasn't under their names—someone else had naturally arranged it.

In bed, Fang Hong fell asleep, but Liu Tianxian did not. She lay with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling, her mind filled entirely with the times she and Yao Beina had spent together.

That's just how people are—once someone familiar is gone, for a period of time the mind is filled entirely with memories of that person.

There was laughter, and there was the ordinary.

Liu Tianxian didn't fall asleep until nearly dawn, slept a few hours, then got up—her heart was heavy with things.

Still, being able to sleep a few hours left her fairly refreshed.

When the two returned to the funeral home again, the crowd here had clearly grown—some familiar faces, many unfamiliar ones, mostly unfamiliar.

"Xixi, Principal." Zhang Jingying came through the crowd; Shuchang was beside her as well.

"When did you arrive?" Liu Tianxian was surprised.

"Just this morning. I was already in Xiang Province filming a show, not far," Zhang Jingying said.

"Have you offered incense?" Liu Tianxian asked again.

"We have," Zhang Jingying said, then said sorrowfully, "This is just too sudden."

"Yes, I never imagined it either. We can only say it's fate," Liu Tianxian said.

(End of chapter)