Rebirth: The Wife Is Too Domineering

Chapter 1 Attend your own funeral.

The weather was gloomy, with misty rain hanging over the city.

In the solemn black and white mourning hall, long wreaths are arranged in four or five rows. In the middle of the wreath, a crystal coffin lies quietly surrounded by flowers. The mournful music lingers and covers the entire mourning hall. On the wall directly in front, a woman with a smile is beautiful.

The portrait hangs high.

That is a very young woman. She has enjoyed honors that others have never enjoyed at a young age. She has a happy family, harmonious parents, and deep sisterly love. She has a bright future. She is the youngest expert in the appraisal of ancient cultural relics.

I have passed countless real and fake cultural relics, each of which is priceless.

Originally, she was supposed to have a happy marriage, but on the wedding day, she died tragically at the wedding scene, leaving her unrecognizable.

A young life that has not yet fully blossomed ends at the age of twenty-eight.

Duan Yunchu twitched her lips and followed the people who came to pay their respects. Every step she took seemed to consume all her strength. She looked at the hanging portrait and walked towards her, towards... herself.

She wanted to laugh, maybe, no one in the world could come to attend her own funeral like her...

At the wake, there was a couple and a woman of about twenty years old. Their eyes were red, they suppressed their cries, and quietly sent the deceased to rest in peace.

The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift. The heavy blow made the couple instantly become more than ten years older and haggard.

"...Auntie." Duan Yunchu didn't know how much effort he had to use to squeeze these two words out of his mouth. His heart couldn't stop hurting and tears flowed down involuntarily. She held the woman's pale hands and trembled slightly.

, "No, don't be sad."

mom……

Don't be sad, daughter, your daughter is still alive...

I just can't recognize you.

The woman slowly raised her head and looked into the eyes of the tearful girl in front of her. She couldn't help but be startled, "You, you are..."

Why is this look so familiar?

Just like the way Chen'er looks at her every time she's sad, Chen'er...her Chen'er...

Duan Yunchu wiped away his tears carelessly and said in a choked voice: "I am Su Chen's friend, my name is Duan Yunchu, aunt... Please express your condolences, Su Chen, she must not want to see you sad."

Mentioning the name of her beloved daughter, the woman's eyes trembled slightly and she closed her eyes in pain. Yes, Chen'er is dead. Her Chen'er is already dead. How could she still think that the person in front of her is Chen'er?

Woolen cloth.

"Good boy..." The woman held Duan Yunchu's hand, choked with sobs, nodded, and said in a loud voice: "Chen'er is lucky to have a good friend like you..."

Those tears fell on Duan Yunchu's heart drop by drop, like needle pricks. Every move caused severe pain in all four limbs.

After looking around for a week, Duan Yunchu didn't see the person she wanted to see. She took a deep breath and asked softly: "Ah Hao... No, where is Lu Jihao? Isn't he Su Chen's husband?"

"Don't mention that heartless man!" Mrs. Su suddenly yelled as if she was stimulated, her bloodshot eyes filled with anger, "My Chen'er was so kind to him...that bastard, he even collected Chen'er's body.

Not even willing! Bastard, his conscience...his conscience was all eaten by dogs!"

Duan Yunchu frowned, and the scenes before his death came back to his mind.

It was a suffocating pain, rolling and surging like waves. She was like a driftwood floating in the turbulence, stretching out her hands to try to catch something.

"Save me... don't leave..."

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, her pupils were deathly white, and there was shocking blood on her pure white wedding dress. She half-supported her body, and a coquettish peony flower bloomed on her forehead, spurting blood out. She expressed it in a strange way.

He stared desperately at the shadow of his newlywed husband Lu Jihao dragging another woman further and further away.

I'm here--

Silently wailing, her throat was strangled, and she tried hard to take a few breaths. Lu Jihao, who was walking outside the venue, suddenly turned his head and met her eyes. His originally dead gray eyes suddenly lit up. He finally saw

Did she?

She struggled to crawl over, but suddenly she trembled as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. His eyes, those tender and affectionate eyes in the past, were now full of endless ridicule and scorn, as if he was looking at an extremely dirty and lowly person.

The ants are so scornful.

It turns out that in his heart, she is so lowly.

Yes, she loves him, so she revolves around him all day long, puts him as the priority in everything, and puts him as the center every day.

That's right, she was the one who shamelessly pursued him, even paying all her family's property to help him rise to prominence, which also cost her her lifelong reputation.

However, if he regarded her as unbearable, why did he agree to marry her?

Why……?

"Poor Miss Su Chen, it's okay to die at the wedding, but her new husband didn't even come when he saw her dead."

"That's right. I also heard that Lu Jihao said that since he and Miss Su Chen have not exchanged wedding rings, the ceremony has not yet been completed, and they have not applied for a marriage certificate, they are not considered a real couple. Why is he here looking for bad luck?"

"Hey, who is the son of the dignified Municipal Party Committee Secretary? Who dares to say that he is not the son of the dignified Municipal Party Committee Secretary? It's just pity for Miss Su Chen..."

The discussion outside the mourning hall brought Duan Yunchu back from her thoughts. She took a deep breath and told herself that it was over... all of this was over. She would not do the same stupidity again.

She will also never let go of the person who ruined her family.

Striding towards the car waiting outside the door, the driver asked dutifully: "Miss Third, where are you going now?"

Duan Yunchu didn't even raise his head, "Go back home."

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