Is Marrying a Cripple Really That Good?

Qin Xin never imagined that one day she would personally attend her own funeral.

A few parasol trees shielded her petite frame from being discovered, yet they allowed her to see clearly what was happening in the "mourning hall" on the other side of the garden.

Underneath a crude white banner, the elderly servant Aunt Cui supported the inconsolable Madam Qin, standing beside a copper-skinned coffin.

Following closely behind them was her younger brother, Qin Xiaoshuang, who had just started high school.

Qin Wenrou stood a little further away on a lawn decorated with a few pots of orchids, talking on her phone while pinching off the newly sprouted buds of an orchid.

The sparse gathering of four or five people added a sense of desolation to the empty garden.

Madam Qin kept crying.

Qin Xiaoshuang pressed his lips together tightly, saying nothing, his fists clenched white.

It wasn't until Aunt Cui reminded them: "Madam, it is time to seal the coffin and take it to the funeral home for burial..."

Sealing the coffin meant the funeral was over.

It signaled that a person had officially bid farewell to this world, that their soul had completely departed from this home, severing all ties with the mortal realm.

Madam Qin nodded through her tears.

Aunt Cui signaled the servants to move the coffin lid.

Just as the lid was about to be closed tight.

Suddenly!

A hand pressed down on the lid!

"My sister isn't dead! Get away!"

Qin Xiaoshuang glared with wide eyes, devoid of tears but filled with bloodshot veins, blocking the servants from sealing the coffin.

Qin Wenrou, who was still on the phone, turned her head: "What are you making a scene for, Xiaoshuang? Don't be unreasonable."

Qin Xiaoshuang's voice rose a few octaves: "I said, my sister isn't dead! This coffin is clearly empty; they never found her body, so what right do you have to declare her dead? Are you all in such a hurry to send her to the graveyard?"

Qin Wenrou's lips moved, her tone gentle: "Xiaoshuang, I know it's hard for you to accept reality. But she is truly gone. That day, she ignored her classmates' warnings and insisted on going skating alone, only to accidentally fall into the lake. The rescue team searched for three days and only recovered her clothes. You have to understand, that was an Ice Lake at minus forty-five degrees; no one could come back alive. Her body..."

Pausing, Qin Wenrou's tone became firm and serious: "Her body was long ago picked apart by schools of fish, which is why it couldn't be found. The rescue team has already issued a death certificate, so what are you still arguing about? Do you really need to fish out her scraps and bones before you'll be satisfied?"

The questioning reached Qin Xin's ears, every word clear and distinct.

Ignored warnings to go skating?

That day, it was clearly Qin Wenrou who had an accident while skating in secret. She had rushed to save her, only to fall into a trap carefully designed by the other party without any preparation!

Scraps and bones?

So this was the ending Qin Wenrou had arranged for her—worse than a plate of leftovers.

Heh.

Qin Xin's gaze was icy, devoid of any warmth.

The lawn beneath her feet seemed to be infected by her intense grief and indignation; in an instant, the grass rustled and swayed violently in the wind, surrounding her protectively, each blade of grass pointing like a sharp sword toward Qin Wenrou!

After hearing Qin Wenrou's explanation, Qin Xiaoshuang did not calm down; instead, he became even more agitated. He hugged the coffin tightly, refusing to let anyone move it: "My sister isn't dead! I believe my sister isn't dead! Mom, say something! Do you really think Big Sister is dead too?"

Madam Qin was timid by nature. Faced with the dispute between her two children, she didn't know whose side to take for a moment. She stood stunned for a long time before covering her face and weeping: "Xin'er, you were so young, you should have been married off properly. Mother had already arranged your marriage, and Mr. Nalan was preparing to send the betrothal gifts. Why did you have to leave like this..."

In the distance, Qin Xin's body trembled!

What?

When was she supposed to get married?

Married to some Mr. Nalan?

How come she didn't know about this!