Miao Che

A mysterious car accident caused her to be bedridden for three years.
After Ning Qing woke up, she learned two things.
One was that her elder twin sister had died in a car accident three years ago.
The other was that she had already married someone. 
Her husband was Nian Lie, the eldest son of the Yan family who owned the biggest conglomerate in Yan City.
He treated her as a substitute for her elder sister. While he put her through torture, he would tell her that he loved her with reddened eyes.
Initially, Ning Qing wanted to divorce him, but later on, she indulged in his ambiguous love.
Until she stood outside the wedding venue where he was about to marry another woman.
Her heart was dead. Nothing was worth holding back anymore.
She wanted to escape, but she was unwilling to let him live the rest of his life peacefully.
Hence, under the reporters' flashing lights, she stepped onto the bridge and jumped off with her nearly due baby…

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Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute

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    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 " grave of my beloved wife, ning Qing " pierced her eyes.


  A hint of mockery came out of his lips.


  Ning Qing ignored those two words and lowered the bouquet in her hand.


  "I'm ning Qing. I've come to see you."


  She held the umbrella in one hand and stood in the rain. Her black dress was solemn and dignified.


  "Although I don't know your name, you're lying here. I'm sure you were like me back then, a pitiful person."


  Her fingertips slid across the tombstone, and the coldness spread through her fingers and into her whole body.


   I'm sorry that your family didn't find you, and you're lying here with a name that doesn't belong to you. 


At that time, I already felt that she wasn't you (slightly abused)_1