After Being Diagnosed with a Terminal Illness, I Met a Beautiful CEO Fighting Over an Urn

I bought myself an incredibly cool urn.

I excitedly imagined myself lying inside it as a pile of ashes.

I impatiently swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

Just as I was getting ready to say goodbye to the world, a call from an unknown number suddenly interrupted me:

“Is this Mr. Lin? I want the urn you just bought. I need it urgently. Name your price.”

I looked at the empty pill bottle and laughed in spite of myself.

“What a coincidence. Are you dying today too?”

“How about this: whoever kicks the bucket first gets it?”

“Though I’ll probably be faster than you.”

“If we both die at the same time, we can mix our ashes together.”

After a long silence, the person on the other end said:

“…Sure.”