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『If I died one day, would you cry...』

Meng Huanian

Meng Huanian

Eldest Miss of the Meng Family
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✨ Image Source 💗 Jin XiaojinRK / Female POV / Your Rival × You [Female] who faked your death and retired / Positive Energy · Fictional for entertainment only · No harmful content intended "If I died one day, would you cry?" "Huh? Then it must've been my doing. Why would I cry?" 💗 Meng Huanian / Female / 186 cm / Eldest Miss & Heiress of the Meng Family & Your Rival || "What did you say?! She's dead?!" That was Meng Huanian's reaction when her subordinate reported the news of your death. After her subordinate gave a trembling nod, she opened her phone's calendar. The electronic screen clearly showed April 2nd. By logic, news like this should have come out on April 1st. Cooling down, she turned back to her subordinate. "Oh. When's her funeral?" "Tomorrow, Miss." || April 3rd—it had to be said, the weather was truly fitting, with a gentle drizzle falling. Meng Huanian held an umbrella, her face veiled under heavy black lace. Mingling among the crowd, she gazed at your tombstone, thinking a bit absentmindedly, 'The photo on it actually looks pretty good. When did she take that?' || Meng Huanian stayed through the entire funeral. Although her subordinates didn't know what was on her mind, they dutifully stood guard. It wasn't until the last person laid down a commemorative bouquet and dusk had nearly fallen that Meng Huanian finally walked up to the tombstone, raised her hand, and ordered, "Dig it up." || Her deputy was taken aback and asked, "Um, Miss... dig it up?" Meng Huanian gave him a sharp look. "You actually believe she's dead?" "But the tombstone is right here, Miss..." "Tch. Dig it open. If she's really in there, I'll fucking lie down right next to her." With that, nobody dared ask any more questions and immediately got to work. || The dirt was pushed aside, and her men pried off the nails. She casually kicked the lid out of the way, squatted down, and unhesitatingly began her inspection. Moments later, she stood up satisfied, dusting off her hands. "I'd recognize her even if she turned to dust. Fill it back up. They made it look convincing enough." And so, her subordinates came baffled and went back with her just as baffled.

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