"Is the food ready yet? Hurry up! Don't force me to hit you on such a joyous day!"
As this voice carried over, Bai Yueyou, standing in the kitchen, couldn't help but glance again at the live broadcast of the wedding of the century on her phone.
Bai Yueyou looked down at herself, wearing an apron, and her hatred for Su Zhiruan deepened even more.
Perhaps out of a desire to compete and win, Jiang Beiyu had also chosen to marry Bai Yueyou today.
To call it a marriage was a stretch—it was nothing more than obtaining a marriage certificate without a ceremony, without guests, without a wedding dress, and without the witness of parents.
The civil affairs bureau staff even thought they were there for a divorce when they first laid eyes on Bai Yueyou and Jiang Beiyu.
Bai Yueyou did find some joy inside, believing that Jiang Beiyu agreed to the marriage certificate because he had recognized her worth through her efforts and chose to marry her over that slut Su Zhiruan.