I knew that wailing at a British aristocrat’s funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, but I still let my husband’s foster sister mourn loudly.
In my previous life, one of my husband’s British aristocratic relatives died. A lawyer told him he could inherit the estate and invited him to the funeral.
His foster sister insisted on tagging along to broaden her horizons. Hoping to cozy up to the aristocrats and stand out, she even planned to wail in public.
I hurried to stop her. “British aristocrats consider wailing taboo. Forget inheriting anything, we could all get thrown out!”
But she cried that I looked down on her and thought she wasn’t worthy of meeting the aristocrats. She ran outside, where she was accidentally killed by a street thug.
I thought my husband would lose control, but he quietly attended the funeral and successfully inherited the estate.
On our wedding anniversary six months later, my husband took me to the snowy mountains for a photo shoot. As soon as we reached the mountain, he stuffed me into a sleeping bag and tied me up.
“If you hadn’t made such a big deal out of it back then, how would Xiaoya have run outside and been shot?”
I was later buried in the snow and froze to death, while my husband used the aristocratic inheritance to become the owner of a publicly traded company.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband’s foster sister insisted on wailing at the funeral!
