"After I die, you can marry her.

　　Aren't you happy?" At the wedding, I hovered next to Song Yuanlin.

　　He couldn't hear my words, he just had a stern face, making his assistant call my number persistently.

　　Two times, no answer.

　　The third time, he shut off the phone directly.

　　After 10 minutes, he became impatient.

　　He took out his phone and sent me a few text messages, filled with mockery and threats: "Why didn't you come on this joyous day? Don't you want to see me marrying someone else?" "Or do you think that I will compromise if you throw a tantrum?" "Lu Yang, let me say it one last time.

　　If you don't show up today, don't ever think of coming back in this lifetime." Whenever he speaks to me, he always has an air of authority, as if he has the power of life and death.

　　Unfortunately, no matter how angry he is now, he can't vent it on me anymore.

　　Because a few hours ago, I died.

　　"Mr.

　　Song, the wedding is about to begin.

　　You should go change your clothes." Secretary Yuan reminded him, holding a tablet with a dignified posture.

　　Hearing this, Song Yuanlin's hand paused on the screen, and his sharp eyebrows furrowed.

　　After a few seconds, he threw the phone to Secretary Yuan: "Keep calling until she answers."