Naughty, Fourth Young Master, You’re Out!

[Оbediеnt Girl x Hedоnistic Нeir]

[Forcеd Lovе x Sесond Chаnce x Сhаsing Wifе Сrematоrium х Наppу Ending]

Тhe daу she marriеd into the Jiаng family, the hеаvу snow hаd just сleared.

Нe Yаng sаt in the loungе while the mаkeuр аrtists lоokеd her ovеr, eyеing thе рriceless custom-made wedding drеss shе wore. Theу whisрered amоng thеmselves, “Every stitch and thread of this wedding is exorbitantly expensive—except for the bride.”

In the clear blue sky, a drone circled overhead, carrying a few words:

Jiang Siye, I bet you’ll be divorced within three years.

It was a self-fulfilling prophecy.

In the second year of their marriage, He Yang asked for a divorce.

The man gripped the gold pen she had forced into his hand, his gaze dangerous. “Stop making a scene…”

He Yang asked, “Can you give my son back to me?”

Jiang Siye stared at her for a long while. “We can have another one.”

He Yang suddenly broke down. “I only want Zhengzheng! The Zhengzheng you gave up with your own signature!!”

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed convulsively.

He Yang had always been very obedient. If Jiang Siye told her to go east, she would never go west.

Jiang Siye liked her obedience.

As the Fourth Young Master of the Jiang family, he was arrogant and stood at the pinnacle of wealth and power. He possessed the temperament—and the capital—to “tear a hole in the sky just for fun” whenever he was bored.

He was a wolf running across the wilderness.

He was born free.

Until his obedient, low-maintenance wife left without a word.

Jiang Siye went insane searching for her.

He had fallen in love with a girl, but she had vanished.

In his third year as a single father, Jiang Siye led the child to her. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Come home! It’s as if he’s not my damn son or something!”

But He Yang only wanted her son; she didn’t want him.

She even hired a lawyer to fight him for custody.

Jiang Siye sneered, “Heh, does your no-name lawyer think they can beat my entire legal team?”

Jiang Zheng kept a stoic little face. “Dad, you’re really something, but why are you saying that while kneeling?”