bayedsolid Chapter 1 Hitting you is just a piece of cake!
Chapter 1 Hitting you is just a piece of cake!
funeral parlor.
"Sister Qiaoyun was so pitiful. She worked hard for most of her life and died before she could even enjoy her retirement."
"Who says otherwise? You say you're dead, so what? You can't even die peacefully."
"Xu Hui is a real scoundrel. She hasn't even been laid to rest yet, and he immediately turns around and holds a wedding with his first love on the same day. What a sin!"
“I only see the new people laughing, but not the old people crying.”
Neither of my two sons came to the funeral; only my youngest daughter and son-in-law showed up. What's the point of having sons then...?
At this moment, He Qiaoyun, lying in the coffin, heard various noises around her. She opened her eyes and her consciousness slowly returned.
Her last memory was of the moment she was poisoned and on the verge of death.
Looking at the dark coffin lid, she raised her hands and touched her body.
It was winter, and cold fingers touched a warm body.
not dead.
Whether he's dead or not.
She pulled open the coffin lid, slowly sat up, looked at the scattered mourners, and finally fixed her gaze on her daughter.
The daughter, Xu Hemei, cried until her eyes were red and swollen, making her son-in-law look like a wooden figure in comparison.
"Don't cry, I'm not dead," she said.
For a moment, all around was quiet.
"He's pretending to be dead—"
Everyone was terrified and ran away in all directions, except for the little girl who stared blankly at herself.
He Qiaoyun reached out to her youngest daughter, "Hemei, come help your mother."
Xu Hemei walked over, trembling, and helped He Qiaoyun out of the coffin.
"Where are your dad and brothers?" He Qiaoyun asked.
"Mom, are you... dead?" Xu Hemei cried in fear.
He Qiaoyun toured her own funeral and said, "I died, but I was brought back to life by anger."
Xu Hemei: "Huh?"
"Come on, let's go do something big with Mom!"
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Wedding scene.
The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.
MC: "Please, bride and groom, exchange rings."
Suddenly, the tightly closed door was pushed open with a "bang."
"Wait!"
The room fell silent instantly as all the guests turned around.
Under the watchful eyes of the guests, He Qiaoyun, with a face made up like a corpse, walked step by step onto the red carpet.
"She...she...she's dead, isn't she?"
"Yes, it was supposed to be a funeral today, so why..."
"My God, I saw a ghost in broad daylight."
The guests below the stage were chattering amongst themselves.
He Qiaoyun walked up to Xu Hui, who was so frightened that his eyes widened and he stammered, "You...you...you...you weren't dead?"
He Qiaoyun turned her head and looked at Xu Hui's unforgettable first love, Wang Jinghuai.
He Qiaoyun also recognized her first love; she was Xu Hui's neighbor's sister.
They were childhood sweethearts, inseparable, but reality still defeated them.
Wang Jinghuai's father was a wanted criminal, and her mother ran a foot massage parlor. She had a good-for-nothing brother who ate, drank, gambled, and whored, and a younger brother who was still in school.
Marriage is not just about two people being in love, but also about two families making a mutual choice.
Faced with a family like Wang Jinghuai's, no one would dare touch it, no matter how wealthy they were. Moreover, Xu Hui's family was just one of countless ordinary families.
Thus, their budding love was nipped in the bud.
He Qiaoyun pieced together these stories from gossip among those around her. In the past, when life was good, she didn't take them to heart, treating them as old gossip. After all, everyone has their past.
But now, the truth has been revealed: they had been secretly seeing each other for decades behind her back!
The old saying is true: men are just like that; the more they can't have something, the more they want it.
Wang Jinghuai pointed at He Qiaoyun, terrified, and stumbled backward, crashing into the decorative wall as she cried out, "A ghost! A ghost! Ahhhhhh—"
He Qiaoyun walked over, raised her hand, and slapped Wang Jinghuai hard across the face.
A loud "smack" echoed throughout the entire venue.
Wang Jinghuai was stunned by the slap, and angrily pointed at her: "You dead person, how dare you hit me!"
"So what if I hit you, you shameless mistress!"
After finishing her sentence, He Qiaoyun stopped arguing with her and quickly walked up to Xu Hui.
Xu Hui was so frightened that he stumbled back two steps. "If you hit her, you can't hit me anymore..."
He Qiaoyun raised her hand and delivered two more crisp slaps. "Hitting you is just a matter of convenience."
The woman slapped him once, and the man slapped her twice!
Xu Hui didn't expect her to actually hit him. He roared and pointed at her, turning the tables on her:
"He Qiaoyun! Haven't you caused enough trouble? You went to great lengths to fake your death, what was the point? You vicious woman!"
"Come on, everyone, take a good look at this crazy woman!"
Hearing this, He Qiaoyun was furious. She raised her hand, wanting to slap him again, but was immediately stopped by her two sons.
The eldest son, Xu Feichi, seemed a little impatient. "Mom, you're being really unreasonable. First you faked your death, then you caused a scene at Dad and Aunt Wang's wedding. What do you want from me?!"
The second son, Xu Xiucheng, wasn't as impatient, but his words were biased towards the old man and his mistress: "Mom, let's go back. Let's not embarrass ourselves here. We still have a long life ahead of us."