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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…

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Why would she dream of that kind of thing (1:

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For the entire night, ning Qing was alternating between dream and reality, and her mind was not clear.

The sky brightened.

Feeling as if she had died once, she suddenly woke up and looked around in shock.

"Qingqing, what's wrong?" ning Qing's mother asked out of concern when she saw that ning Qing's reaction was not quite right.

Her forehead was full of sweat and her expression was dazed. It took her a long time to recover and see who the person in front of her was.

"Qingqing, are you not feeling well? mother, are you feeling unwell?"

"Mom!"

Ning Qing grabbed her hand, her voice still hoarse from her previous shouting.

"Was there anyone else in the room when you came?"

Ning Qing's mother jumped in shock and looked around. no, I didn't.

Ning Qing's expression was very strange. Mother ning was very worried about her.

"Qingqing, did Qianqian have a nightmare?"

“……”

Ning Qing found it hard to say. How could she say that kind of thing?