Chapter 302
Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute
Translator: 549690339
After registering with the Gravekeeper, she walked past the rows of tombstones and found her own tombstone in an especially wide open space.
In the photo on the tombstone, she had a faint smile on her face. It was the version of herself that she had never seen before.
The words â grave of my beloved wife, ning Qing â pierced her eyes.
Beloved wife?
A hint of mockery came out of his lips.
Ning Qing ignored those two words and lowered the bouquet in her hand.
âIâm ning Qing. Iâve come to see you.â
â......â
She held the umbrella in one hand and stood in the rain. Her black dress was solemn and dignified.
âAlthough I donât know your name, youâre lying here. Iâm sure you were like me back then, a pitiful person.â
Her fingertips slid across the tombstone, and the coldness spread through her fingers and into her whole body.
Iâm sorry that your family didnât find you, and youâre lying here with a name that doesnât belong to you.
And she, who was supposed to be lying here, could only watch her misfortune from the side.
Perhaps, this woman had died in her place, so she could live.
Ning Qingâs eyes softened, and the misty rain behind her made her look even gentler.
âIâll live well.â
He wanted to replace her portion of âtogetherâ.
In the misty Cemetery, the womanâs thin figure became more and more firm.
Ning Qing had only been standing there for a while when she heard footsteps behind her.
She thought that they were also here to mourn, so she did not turn back to look.
Until the man stopped behind him.
Ning Qingâs thick black eyelashes drooped. The warmth in her eyes faded, and they were as cold as the rainy day.
âNing Qing: : Nian lie said bitterly as he looked at her: who was holding the umbrella:
Mr. Nian, â she said sarcastically, â youâre really persistent.
The man was also holding a black umbrella, but his shoulder was still wet.
His eyes flickered, and his gaze slowly fell on the tombstone.
She took a step forward, and the edge of the umbrella knocked against her, shaking off the rain on the ground.
There was a hint of a smile in his eyes as he began to talk about the past.
when your father handed her to me, I held her in my arms. At that time, I already felt that she couldnât be you.
Ning Qing looked at him from the corner of her eyes, her sarcasm obvious.
âFrom what youâre saying, you think that Iâm immune to poison and weapons.â
Her lips twitched, and her words were laced with poison.
thatâs why Mr. Nian thinks so. Thatâs why he treated me like that three years ago. Thatâs why heâs here with a clear conscience. Thatâs why heâs resentful enough to carve the words âbeloved wifeâ on this tombstone.
â......â
âNian lie, donât you find yourself disgusting?â
A deep pain hit his heart, and his face turned pale, as if the blue blood vessels under his skin could be seen.
His pale lips were half-open, and his dark eyes were filled with sorrow and pain. Qingqing, itâs not like that. I did it for my Hanhan. I didnât expect things to turn out like that.
He really didnât expect that he would force her to give up her life!
If he had noticed that something was wrong with her earlier, he would have laid his cards on the table. He wouldnât have faked his marriage with Bai Qingqing!
He was so deeply in love with her, but in ning Qingâs eyes, it was like a big joke!
how could you say something like that for me, Yingluo? Mr. Nian, Iâve really underestimated your shamelessness.
Ning Qing looked at him, who was slightly hunched over, and the hatred in her eyes slowly gathered, gradually forming a storm that was so strong that it could not be dispersed.
How could Nian lie not have seen it? he didnât know how to explain.
In a panic, the umbrella in her hand fell to the ground.
He pulled her into his arms and apologized by her ear, â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om