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Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute

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…

Miao Che · Urban
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I'm not so fragile that: can't even deal with a love rival _1

Needless to say, Nian lie's hands had always been pretty.

The knuckles were long, thin, and clean, with distinct joints. They were much more attractive than ordinary hand models.

She changed her hand gesture and interlocked her fingers with his. although I don't remember why I only designed my own ring in the past, it's not impossible to redesign it since Yingluo can't remember it anyway. Besides, I should have tied you up a long time ago.

Nian lie's heart trembled to its limit. His dry lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

Ning Qing did not hear his reply for a long time and looked up in confusion. it looks like you don't like it or don't like it? "

Nian lie shook his head. No.

Ning Qing's eyes turned. then what's with your expression? " Oh, I know, you're the one who's complaining that my hands aren't as good as before, and that the things I design aren't as good as before, right?"

As she spoke, she tried to let go of his hand.