"Blah blah blah~~~"
Xiao Wanwan raised her hand, stuck out her little tongue, and made a face at Xiao Sisi.
The behavior was utterly shameless no matter how you looked at it.
It made people want to punish her harshly.
"What dad? He’s just an old loser! He wasn’t there when we needed a father the most. He owes us all this," Xiao Wanwan pouted, her eyes filled with disdain.
"Only that idiot An'an would actually consider him a father."
Xiao Sisi sighed helplessly. "Shh... Don’t say that where others can hear. If Mr. Xiao Chuan finds out... he might stop giving us money."
Xiao Wanwan giggled and skipped over to her sister, clinging to her side. Though the two girls had completely different hairstyles, outfits, and even auras, their faces were nearly identical!
"These years have been so hard on us three sisters. Might as well milk the old loser for all he’s worth. Too bad... Mom never got to enjoy it with us."
"And even if Xiao Chuan hears, so what? He’s not getting out of paying a single cent. Hmph!"
Xiao Sisi: "......"
"Sis, you smell so nice, hehehe~~~" Xiao Wanwan pressed closer, her restless hands wandering.
Xiao Sisi remained expressionless and flicked her sister’s forehead with a sharp knock.
"Oww~~~" The girl whimpered, clutching the newly formed bump on her head with teary eyes.
No one knew that beneath her glamorous celebrity exterior, she hid the heart of an ultimate sis-con!
She had zero interest in those trashy, foul-smelling men—all she wanted was to stick close to her sister.
......
Ji Ningxue was annoyed. It had been over a week since that jerk Jiang Che left, and he hadn’t even called her once.
It was starting to make her feel insecure.
"Ugh, what a scumbag! Stupid little brother!"
In her office, Ji Ningxue kept poking at a small plush toy—one Jiang Che had won for her from a claw machine during their date. She always carried it with her.
But she also knew that Jiang Che had too many amazing girls around him. He couldn’t possibly devote himself to her alone.
She wasn’t some unreasonable little girl anymore, but she was still a normal woman. All she could do was silently stew in jealousy.
Just then, her secretary knocked and entered.
"President Ji, someone’s here to see you downstairs!"
Ji Ningxue’s face instantly brightened. Could it be Jiang Che?
"That person seems to be... your live-in husband? President Ji, haven’t you divorced him yet?"
Ji Ningxue’s smile froze, then twisted into a full 180-degree shift.
Talk about a quick change of expression!
"Tell him to get lost," Ji Ningxue said coldly.
"Understood," the secretary replied with a smile.
"Wait—never mind. I’ll go down myself. This marriage... ends today!"
Ji Ningxue grew even more resolute.
Even if Xiao Chen resorted to crying, throwing tantrums, or threatening suicide, she was determined to finalize the divorce!
Ever since meeting Jiang Che, she had completely lost patience with Xiao Chen. To her, Xiao Chen was nothing but a stain on her life.
...
Downstairs at Ji Corporation.
Xiao Chen stood leaning against the hood of a black Bugatti Veyron, dressed in a sleek black suit, his hair perfectly styled, and his polished black leather shoes gleaming. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses.
He looked every bit the wealthy man!
He had demanded 1 billion from Xiao Chuan and splurged on a complete makeover.
Money was a wonderful thing—it could restore all the dignity he had lost.
If an ordinary person suddenly got their hands on that much cash, they’d probably act even more arrogantly than Xiao Chen.
Many employees were drawn by his appearance, whispering among themselves.
Soon, Ji Ningxue stepped out of the elevator.
Xiao Chen’s eyes lit up. Now that he had money... his confidence had skyrocketed.
"Ningning... you finally came out."
His lips curled into an unintentional smirk. He almost dropped to one knee to present the flowers.
But his persona now was that of a domineering CEO!
If the gentle, submissive husband act couldn’t win her over, he’d switch tactics—adopt the "cold, ruthless tycoon" approach!
She runs, he chases. She won’t escape!
Ji Ningxue frowned, glancing at Xiao Chen with undisguised disgust.
"I’ve been waiting for you!" Xiao Chen said slowly.
"Perfect timing. Sign the divorce papers," Ji Ningxue replied without even looking at him, tossing the documents his way.
Xiao Chen froze, staring down at the divorce agreement in his hands.
No... Ningning wanted to leave him again?
For a moment, his legs nearly gave out, and he almost fell to his knees begging.
But he forced himself to maintain his tough act. He knew—weakness would only push Ji Ningxue further away.
Xiao Chen smirked confidently. "Oh? Divorce? Woman, are you sure about that?"
Ji Ningxue: "......"
Was this guy out of his mind?
"Hahaha!" Xiao Chen burst into laughter.
"Ji Ningxue! In Xiao Chen’s dictionary, there’s no such thing as divorce—only widowhood!"
His words made Ji Ningxue tense, instinctively taking a step back. Did Xiao Chen know about her and Jiang Che? Was he planning to kill them for their "adultery"?
Wait, no—what she had with Jiang Che was true love, not some sordid affair!
"No divorce, only widowhood!"
Xiao Chen tried his best to exude an aura of dominance, but the moment he saw Ji Ningxue’s fearful expression... his heart melted. His resolve crumbled into mush.
"I-I’ll... I’ll die right in front of you!"
In a moment of impulsiveness, Xiao Chen blurted out his "ultimate threat."
A real threat indeed!
No divorce, only widowhood—so he’d be the one to die? Impressive logic!
Ji Ningxue: "......"
She let out a quiet sigh of relief. For a second, she thought Xiao Chen might actually attack her. But no—still just a pathetic loser.
Probably rented that luxury car to put on a show. Did he really think acting like some overbearing CEO would make her fall for him?
As if.
"Kneel!" Ji Ningxue commanded coldly.
The next second, Xiao Chen’s instincts kicked in—he dropped to his knees without hesitation!
Smooth. Effortless.
The entire office was stunned.
Ji Ningxue scoffed, her eyes filled with contempt.
"See? This is who you are. Weak. Pathetic. How dare you think you’re worthy of someone like me? You’re nothing but a stain on my life."
"I’ve already found the one I love. Sign the papers now—let’s end this cleanly. Don’t make me despise you even more."
Xiao Chen felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.
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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
