The Sweetest Marriage

Everyone in Xincheng knows that the Xie family's Sixth Master is a man of unmatched distinction, a rare find in this world.

Song Yang scoffed. “Pah! There's no room for both of us!”

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Everyone says the Song family's young lady is good-for-nothing, greedy and lustful, and constantly tarnishes the Sixth Master's reputation. She's simply no match for the Xie family's world-renowned elegance.

Miss Song bristled and retorted in front of everyone, “I won my husband fair and square. What does that have to do with you?”

Everyone: “…”

When the Sixth Master heard, he sent word through his people: “I'm not close to her. Calling me ‘hubby’ won't help.”

Miss Song: “!!!”

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The world has long heard that the Sixth Master of the Xie family and his wife are devoted to each other, a model couple.

A divorce petition shocked everyone, and the Sixth Master was taken to court. That same year, the Sixth Young Madam abandoned her husband and child, taking a huge settlement with her as she left for parts unknown.

Years later, they meet again.

Miss Song stared at the impeccably dressed man before her and gave a scornful smile. “Mr. Xie, we're not close.”

The Sixth Master's eyes brimmed with affection. “Sweetheart, call me hubby.”

Song Yang: “…”

In her youth, she could never forget the moonlight in her heart.

After finding love, nothing is more beautiful than getting everything you want from the one who can give it to you.

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[Bonus Scene]

One day, four years later.

Song Yang asked her son with a beaming smile, “Sweetie, do you like Daddy or Mommy more? Who do you want to stay with?”

The young master answered at once: “Mommy.”

What a good son. Song Yang was about to take him and leave.

The Sixth Master blocked the door, displeasure written all over his face. “Do you like your son or me more? Who do you want to stay with?”

Song Yang rolled her eyes. Did he really need to ask?

“Wait!” The Sixth Master picked up his son with one hand and shut him outside with a bang.

“Choose.”

The Sixth Master curled his lips, pleased with his own cleverness.

Song Yang: “…”

The young master outside the door: “…”