She was so tired in her heart, she could hardly hold on.
"I..."
Just as she opened her mouth, Ye Wanli harshly squeezed her throat, his voice full of menace: "Dare to agree and see what happens. Reject it now, or I won't spare your child."
Seven hundred million just flew away, how could he swallow that? This wedding, no matter what, had to go through.
Ye Lu mocked herself. What could she do?
Even if unwilling, she had to play the wicked woman, enduring the hate of people around and devote herself as the sinister mistress.
"Why should I pave the way for you?" Ye Lu looked at Yuan Jiayin, raising her head and laughed disdainfully, "You probably don't know that Shang Jingchen and I have already registered. Even without this wedding, we are already married."
Old Sir Shang, fearing that Shang Jingchen might run away, had forced their registration early on.
Yuan Jiayin's face changed drastically, she gritted her teeth in anger. She had missed a crucial move in this chess game.
