"Look, now the whole internet knows that I am your wife. Even if you don't like me, you're stuck with me."
She pulled up Rong Qingze and signaled to the bodyguards nearby.
Soon, someone came up with a piece of paper and began to read.
"Mr. Rong Qingze, Ms. Song Yu."
"For better or for worse..."
The long wedding vows ended, and Song Yu held Rong Qingze's hand to take the oath.
After everything was over, she looked at Rong Qingze with a painful smile, "Rong Qingze, I am now your wife. Don't even think about getting rid of me."
Immediately, her bodyguards suddenly ran towards another door.
Rong Qingze was taken aback, and he looked at the countdown timer on Rong Yanqiao's mountain the next second.
Sure enough, there were only thirty seconds left on the countdown.
Before he could think of a solution, a warm liquid splashed on his face.
Song Yu had taken out a dagger at some point and committed suicide.
