I was Feng Jiyue's most ill-tempered stand-in. When she smiled at another man, I smashed her million-yuan car. When she dined with a man, I set fire to her billion-yuan villa.
Everyone thought Feng Jiyue would get angry and kick me out. Instead, she loved me more and more, because my arrogant, overbearing manner was exactly like that of the beloved she could never stop thinking about.
I stayed by her side for eight years, turning the spoiled heiress into a devoted girlfriend who replied to messages at once and apologized whenever trouble arose. We were even about to walk down the aisle together.
My buddies envied me for knowing how to keep my woman in line. They thought we would live happily ever after. But on the day we were supposed to register our marriage, I waited for her at the marriage registration office for hours, only to learn that she had married her beloved instead.
When I arrived at the wedding, Feng Jiyue looked at me with a complicated expression and apologized:
“You should know you’re only a stand-in. I never loved you.”
“Now the real one is back. It’s time for you to leave.”
When I walked toward the stage, the guests backed away in fear, worried that my fury would sweep them up in it.
I glanced at the System panel, which showed that they had already registered their marriage, then calmly held out the bouquet.
“Understood. I wish you a happy marriage and an early addition to the family.”
No one knew that I had only pretended to be jealous and caused a scene every day to complete the tasks assigned by the System.
Now that she and her beloved had married as planned, my mission was complete, and I could finally go home. This game was over.
