We Shared No Bed in Three Years of Marriage. Why Are You Crying Now That I'm Dead?

After three years of dating and three years of marriage, Xie Jingzhi seemed to Qu Hua to be devoted and considerate, endlessly tolerant and loving. Everything was wonderful, except that he would never share her bed. Because she was Mrs. Xie, Qu Hua was kidnapped. When the kidnappers threatened to kill her if they didn’t receive a ransom, Xie Jingzhi coldly replied, “You’re not getting any money. Do whatever else you want.” Qu Hua and the child she had carried for less than a month were hacked to death. Her heart died with them. When she woke again, three years had passed. She was at Xie Jingzhi’s engagement party. His fiancée was the substitute who looked about fifty percent like the woman Qu Hua used to be. That woman was now Qu Hua herself. Qu Hua fought back. To hell with his engagement. She would rather remain unmarried and childless for the rest of her life than marry Xie Jingzhi again! A woman’s career comes first. Men can get lost! The once-brilliant piano prodigy now shone in all her glory. She took the internet by storm, with fans cheering her on every day! Her rival stole her sheet music while she was dead? She’d make them return every last piece! The original owner had been timid and bullied by bizarre relatives and other people? “Sorry, from now on, I’m your ancestor!” Then Qu Hua’s true identity and face were exposed. The entire internet swooned over her looks, calling her “wife” and screaming with delight. Meanwhile, a certain aloof, noble CEO was jealous and regretful, clinging to her day after day and begging to get back together. “It was all my fault. If you’ll just remarry me, I’ll agree to anything you ask.” Qu Hua sneered. “Fine. Get hacked to death, and I’ll hold your memorial tablet while we marry in the underworld.”