The night before the “Marriage Ban” took effect, I suddenly became the most sought-after woman around.
The cold CEO slapped a black card against my face. “Sign this, and you'll be the richest man's wife.”
My brilliant childhood friend took off his glasses. “Don't believe him. I've already put your name in my will.”
The top-tier star dropped to one knee during a livestream. “Baby, I've already drafted the announcement!”
Even my sworn enemy blocked the entrance to my home, grinding their teeth as they said, “Choose them or me. It's up to you!”
I quietly took out my phone. “Hello, Civil Affairs Bureau? About the self-service marriage machine... can it take four ID cards at once?”
