In the luxurious banquet hall, the emcee's calm voice resounded slowly.

"With a marriage certificate, a blissful union.

"Please, both prospective newlyweds, sign your names on the marriage certificate, press your handprints, and present the certificate to everyone.

"From this moment forward, you will hold each other's hands, grow old together, and face the joys and sorrows of life."

I stood side by side with Zhou Lin, in the center of the stage.

The emcee handed us red paper and a golden pen, waiting for us to sign our respective names.

The guests below all wore joyful expressions as they waited.

"This couple looks truly compatible."

"The new wife is gentle and lovely, while Old Zhou is refined and steady. They are truly a perfect match."

"I have to say, Old Zhou has a good eye for choosing women."

"It is said that this Lin Jiaojiao has been devoted to Old Zhou for five years, not to mention raising a child for him."

"No wonder he didn't hesitate to marry such a virtuous and considerate wife."

...

Hearing various praises, Zhou Lin's face revealed a smug smile.

He considered me his most satisfying creation and possession. When people praised me, they were praising him personally.

I smiled as I took the golden pen, raised my wrist, and was about to write on the red paper of the marriage certificate.

Zhou Lin had already quickly signed his name.

At this moment, he, along with the people below, stared intently at my actions.

Over a dozen cameras were set up in front, fully focused on capturing every movement on stage and broadcasting it in real time.

I was about to put the pen down.

Suddenly, I raised the corners of my mouth, revealing a smile.

The pen abruptly stopped above the marriage certificate.

"Jiaojiao?" Zhou Lin was stunned.

A silence fell over the hall as everyone looked at me in astonishment.

Only Zhou Xinger in the front row remained expressionless.

I gently placed the pen aside.

For the first time, I discarded my gentle and innocent appearance and regained a lazy and indifferent expression in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry.

"Looking at this marriage certificate makes me sick."

A gasp of shock arose from the audience below.

Without waiting for their reaction, I had already walked to the front of the dozen cameras.

My eyes held a chilling venom.

"Since there are so many people here, let's talk about something interesting."

"Zhou Lin, this half-buried thing, always thinks he's charming, but in reality, he's as flimsy and soft as a paper straw."

"Not to mention the fact that he has a guilty conscience for killing his ex-wife."

"He often has nightmares at night, crying and making a fuss like a child, disturbing my sleep."