Chapter 271
Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute
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The man knelt on the ground, holding the small porcelain jar.
Inside it was a person who had once lived.
A wail like that of a trapped beast escaped from his mouth.
Blood flowed out and dyed the walls of the jar red.
âQing Qing Qian Qianâ
It turned out that he had never thought that she was really gone.
Ever since he woke up, he didnât dare to come see her or ask anything about her. He was secretly giving himself a little hope that she wasnât dead and that she was still alive.
But in the end, he couldnât lie anymore.
His Qing Qing was gone!
His back, which had never bent for anyone, could no longer be straightened by her death.
He held â her â in his arms and did not move for a long time.
The suffocating feeling of near death filled the room.
After a very long time.
Mr. Ning collected his emotions and bent down to help him up.
But the man kneeling on the ground suddenly said,âNo.â
Father ning stopped in his tracks.
Nian lie raised his head. His eyes were red, and his sorrow and pain had not faded.
âNo, this isnât right,â he repeated.
âWhat are you talking about?â father ning couldnât help asking.
âThis isnât her,â Nian lie said with absolute certainty.
Father ning was surprised for a few seconds before he came back to his senses.
The police had already confirmed it. How could she not be Qing Qing?
Father ning smiled bitterly, thinking that he was just too sad.
He sighed and said heavily,âI know you canât accept it. Her mother and I are the same.â If itâs possible, Iâd rather exchange my life for her return. But, Nian lie, the dead canât come back to life. We both know that.â
âNo, no!â
He was unusually excited and held the urn hesitantly. He only said firmly, â
please believe me. This is not her. This is not Qing Qing!
â......â
When he was hugging â her â just now, he couldnât feel a trace of the connection between them.
No, something must be wrong!
âSheâs still alive.â Nian Yun defined it.
donât lie to yourself anymore. Itâs such a cold day and sheâs pregnant. How do you think she survived by jumping into the river? â said Mr. Ning, who found his words ridiculous.
Of course, he hoped that his daughter was still alive, but the truth was the truth. He didnât want to have such an impossible fantasy!
Father ning didnât like the way he was trying to give him hope, so his tone turned cold.
âIf you think itâs too troublesome, I wonât force you,â
He reached out to grab the bone ash box but was stopped by Nian lie.
âUncle, I didnât mean it that way.â
âThen what do you mean? donât you think our family is miserable enough?â
âIâm sorry,â he apologized in a panic. He had never seen father ning So angry before.
Father ningâs chest heaved with anger and grief.
âYou can lie to yourself, but donât say this to her mother.â
â......â
âYou can leave.â
As Nian lie hugged â her, â a thousand words were stuck in his chest.
In the end, she only said,âthank you, goodbye.â &Nbsp;
He was like a walking corpse as he walked towards the door.
When Lu Zhui saw him coming out, he was extremely worried. young master, are you alright? â
He lowered his head and saw the bone ash box in his hand.
Lu Zhui was shocked.
There was no color in Nian lieâs eyes as he walked towards the entrance of the district.
He only looked at âherâ in his arms after he got into the car.
There was no human warmth at all.
It was so cold that it made one feel despair.
Finally, Nian lie brought her back to yunhuang No. 1.
He sent Lu Zhui away and walked into the master bedroom that they used to sleep in. He carried â her â to the bed.
âNing Qing, letâs go home.â
The room was silent, and no one responded.
He caressed â her â gently and lovingly, his eyes full of sorrow and affection.