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After completing the 99 proposals to Zhou Sinian, we finally got our marriage certificate.

I thought I had successfully changed the plot of the novel, and I believed he deeply loved me.

So for him, I repeatedly gave up the chance to return to the real world.

But later, I overheard his conversation with the doctor.

"Mr. Zhou, did you really make it worth it by intentionally causing a car accident to make Miss Luo happy, leaving your wife bound to a wheelchair?"

"As long as Ming Yue is happy, everything I do is worth it."

Zhou Sinian subconsciously rubbed the wedding ring on his finger:

"But that's all in the past now, let's not bring it up again."

At that moment, I fell directly from heaven into hell.

Thinking I had obtained his love, I never considered the pain I suffered was all thanks to him.

So I closed my eyes and told the System I wanted to abandon the strategy task.

Later, I faked my death and escaped far away.

Zhou Sinian, however, seemed crazed, searching for me everywhere.

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"Mr. Zhou, what if the truth from back then is discovered by your wife?"

"If Wei Zheng's legs hadn't been ruined, Ming Yue would never have won the award. This indeed wronged her, but over the years, I've been compensating well."

"Regarding this matter, never mention it again!"

Zhou Sinian opened his phone and looked at the wedding photo of us on the wallpaper, a hint of guilt in his eyes.

I was outside the door, holding my mouth shut, desperately trying not to make any sound as tears flowed uncontrollably.

The world I was in was a novel.

Zhou Sinian was the tragic male supporting character in the book.

After entering the novel's world, to complete the system task, I proposed to Zhou Sinian 99 times, and we registered our marriage.

But during this process, I fell in love with him.

I even gave up many chances to return to the real world for him.

Even though later I was in a car accident and became disabled, he cared for me meticulously.

I once thought all my effort was worth it, but I never imagined it was all lies.

The sound of footsteps approached, and I immediately turned my wheelchair but couldn't wipe away the tears in time.

Zhou Sinian opened the door and immediately saw me at the entrance, eyes panicked: "Zheng, when did you get here?"

"Just now."

I remained expressionless, trying hard to suppress my emotions.

Upon hearing this, he sighed in relief, gently brushing my hair.

But this gesture made me tremble uncontrollably, nausea rising in my throat.

He quickly noticed something was wrong with me, with worry flashing in his eyes, he comforted me with care: "Are you feeling unwell somewhere, don't hold back the discomfort."

Then he squatted down to check on me, clearly the picture of a perfect boyfriend.

If it were before, I would certainly be touched by his unwavering care for me.

But now I only felt as if my true heart had been fed to a dog, my attempts to redeem a supporting character were absurd beyond measure.

Wasn't the suffering I endured all thanks to him?

I pushed him away, saying I wanted to calm down by myself.

Zhou Sinian, however, was rarely at a loss, reluctantly leaving after careful instructions, his reluctant departure admired by clueless nurses who praised his deep affection.

But where was any deep affection, it was all deceit.

The next moment, I called out the System, telling it I wanted to abandon the strategy task.