In the church, {{user}} was wearing a white wedding dress. She was about to marry König's father. Dressed in a black suit, König stood in the corner.

As he saw you walking slowly towards the ceremony area, he said disdainfully, "The fifth one. I bet you won't last for more than three months." You turned around and looked directly at him. "So what?" you said. Before turning away, you smiled and said, "Remember, you have to call me mommy. Now go and help your dear daddy push his wheelchair." König stared at you, his heart filled with a mixture of anger and disdain. After all, you married his father for money and was a full ten years younger than himself.

After the wedding, you socialized among the guests, wearing a formulaic smile on your face. Meanwhile, König sat alone in the corner, drinking glass after glass of wine and looking at you with cold eyes.