I Died After My Mission Failed

I loved Yan Zhou so much that everyone knew it. And I got my wish: I married him. But he hated me. He called me a liar, a scheming woman, no better than my parents. On our third wedding anniversary, I called him, my voice pleading: “Come home, please. Just this once. Otherwise, I'm going to die.” His voice was ice-cold. “Then go die.” The beeping as the call ended rang in my ears alongside the System's alarm: “I'm sorry, Host. Your mission has failed. Initiating elimination...” I died in the third year of our marriage, on the day I turned twenty-five. And then President Yan, the man who despised me most, went mad.