Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
Night draped softly across the city, a tender breeze carrying the faint fragrance of blooming flowers.
Adrian Reed did not respond.
Serena Vale pouted, then abandoned text entirely and sent a voice message instead.
{Little uncle, come pick me up～}
{I knew you were the best. Love you, heart-heart.}
Her voice was lowered, threaded with the natural enchanting timbre of a siren—an instinctive, beguiling resonance.
In the hush of night, it brushed against the ear like velvet, stirring the heart, provoking heat, and sending the pulse thundering wildly in one’s chest.
Adrian Reed’s lips tightened.
There it was again—that feeling.
Irritated, he tossed aside the pen in his hand and gazed down from the tall window at the glittering cityscape.
How could he—Adrian Reed—allow himself to be swayed by a woman?
Yet his fingers betrayed him, replaying the voice message once more.
Cursing under his breath, he snatched his jacket from the sofa, already walking downstairs as he typed:
{Where are you?}
“Male instincts,” Serena murmured with amusement, her eyes bright as stars. She quickly sent her location.
The system, perpetually bewildered after binding itself to her, hesitated before asking:
{You barely said anything. How did you make him come running?}
{Am I good-looking?}
{…Yes.}
{Do I sound good?}
{…Also yes.}
{Then there you have it.}
The system: {……}
Serena burst into laughter.
{Alright, alright. I just added a bit of enchantment to my voice.}
{Oh.}
The system finally understood.
The sirens were masters of seduction—no less potent than fox spirits of legend.
If Serena wished, she could enthrall her “cheap husband” Ethan Reed in a heartbeat, reduce him to a loyal hound.
As for Adrian—she had tried tempting him in the car last time. His resolve was unexpectedly strong.
But even so, she had already made herself a shade different from all other women in his mind.
There was plenty of time. She could afford to play slowly.
By nine o’clock, traffic was sparse. Twenty-some minutes later, Adrian arrived.
He stepped out with his usual icy expression, but something conflicted flickered in his gaze when he saw her.
Driving out in the middle of the night to fetch a married woman—
If someone had suggested this yesterday, Adrian Reed would have broken their legs.
“Hey!” she waved brightly.
“You’re so fast, little uncle～”
He turned his head away. “Get in.”
“Why so fierce? I’m just a delicate, helpless girl—you’ll scare me,” she muttered shamelessly while climbing into the car with swift, practiced ease.
Adrian’s temper simmered. Was this woman born solely to provoke him?
Where there is no shame, there is invincibility.
Serena embodied this principle flawlessly.
One moment she asked whether he had a girlfriend.
The next she complained he was driving too fast and her head hurt.
Minutes later she complained it was too slow—
“Are you driving a bicycle?!”
Adrian’s face darkened to the depths of winter.
“If you don’t want to sit, get out.”
She pouted.
“So fierce… I’m scared.”
“…”
Ghosts would be scared of you, he thought.
After much torment, he finally delivered this small ancestor home.
Wiping his brow, he wondered if abandoning his work to escort her meant he was losing his mind.
Serena smiled, bright as a blooming flower.
“Little uncle, want to come in for a cup of tea?”
“No.”
“Don’t be like that～”
She wiggled her fingers. “I’ll brew it myself.”
Adrian Reed: “……”
“Out!”
The moment she stepped out, Adrian slammed the door and sped off like a hunted man fleeing a ghost.
“…”
Truly impressive.
Serena stared at the rapidly retreating taillights, speechless.
A man with a firm heart—she liked that.
Conquering someone like him would be deliciously fun.
“Who brought you home?”
She turned to find Ethan Reed standing at the villa gate, cigarette between his fingers, glowering down at her.
Serena rolled her eyes, lifting her bag as she walked past him, utterly uninterested.
“Silent? Feeling guilty?” Ethan sneered.
“You’re unbelievable. Keeping a pretty boy outside—disgusting.”
He didn’t love her.
But the male ego would never tolerate being cuckolded.
“Are you blind? Didn’t you see that was Adrian’s car?”
Serena snapped as he seized her wrist.
The audacity—he could cheat freely, but she wasn’t allowed to breathe near another man?
Anger clouded Ethan’s mind.
Wait—
Thinking carefully… it was Adrian’s car.
Meanwhile, parked far away, Adrian caught the sight of the two tugging and arguing in his rear-view mirror.
Annoyance twisted in his chest.
She had been brazen and domineering in front of him—
Yet in front of Ethan Reed she looked subdued?
The contrast was infuriating.
He forced himself to look away.
Their marital drama had nothing to do with him.
Teeth gritted, he finally drove off.
Thus, he missed the scene that followed—
Serena, in her sweet pleated skirt, braced herself and snapped Ethan’s wrist with one brutal twist.
With a cold smile, she trapped him against the wall in a perfect kabedon.
Though only 1.7 meters tall, her aura soared to 2.8.
The tall, muscular Ethan Reed suddenly looked like a helpless child.
“Ethan Reed,” she said softly, voice like frost,
“Behave. Or I’ll kill you.”
Cradling his throbbing wrist, Ethan’s face went pale.
“!!!”
The dainty heiress transformed into a ruthless street brawler in an instant.
He doubted his own sanity.
“You—you—you—”
“What, you stuttering corpse?” Serena scoffed, hands on hips.
Moonlight draped over her disdainful face like silk, highlighting her chilling indifference.
Ethan stared blankly.
Had she… ever looked at him like this before?
Why… did it sting a little?
“Useless thing,” she muttered, turning toward the house.
Ethan followed, trying to salvage his purpose.
The moment they stepped into the living room, he hurried to block her path.
“I’m here to divorce you.”
She arched a brow. “I said no.”
Ethan continued stubbornly,
“I’ll give you half my assets. Keep the house. I’ll even pay alimony. You don’t love me, and staying together only worsens our pain—”
“You’re so annoying.”
She yawned lazily, collarbone peeking through her loose neckline.
“If you didn’t want marriage, you shouldn’t have agreed.
You married me, refused to share a bed, hid our marriage, now you want to divorce?
You want all the benefits and none of the responsibility? Do I look like a charity service to you?”
“You—you’re being unreasonable!”
“Yes. Bite me.”
Ethan: “……”
“Oh, I forgot,” she added sweetly.
“You can’t beat me. Weakling.”
Her smile was bright and pure, like a charming college girl—
But her aura was sharp enough to slice bone.
He retreated instinctively as she advanced—
Step by step, cornering him against the wall.
A slender finger tapped his chest, tracing lazy circles—
Her actions teasing, her words lethal.
“When you can defeat me, come talk again.
Until then—step into this house, and I’ll beat you right back out.”
The system sighed sympathetically:
{…He’ll never make it in.}
Fight a siren strong enough to tear apart sharks?
He must be dreaming.
Humiliated—by this woman, the one he had always despised—
Ethan’s face twisted with rage.
“Serena Vale!”
She dug a finger into her ear, bored.
“I’m listening. You’re just loud. I really don’t know what I ever saw in you.
Everyone has moments of poor judgment. Good thing I’m correcting mine now.”
With that, she sashayed upstairs, locking the door behind her.
Ethan stood frozen, hatred simmering.
Poor judgment?
Please.
Women lining up to be Mrs. Reed could fill the city. He didn’t need her.
His mind wandered to Lily Rowan—soft, pure, gentle. Far better than this violent, unreasonable Serena Vale.
His mood eased instantly.
The next day, Serena continued escorting Lily Rowan through every banquet and event.
Under her protection, Lily met no resistance—smooth sailing all the way.
And Serena didn’t forget her daily routine of teasing little uncle.
Morning greetings.
Night greetings.
Regardless of whether he responded.
Adrian Reed: “…”
Outwardly exasperated, inwardly delighted.
Half a month later, Lily joined Ryan Taylor’s crew, securing a female third-lead role—an impressive debut.
One month later, she wrapped filming.
And the very next day—
A photo leaked online:
Lily Rowan and the famous actor Ethan Reed, kissing intimately in private.
The internet exploded.
Serena Vale looked at her phone and smiled in satisfaction.
The scummy husband and the delicate little white lotus—
A perfect match.
May they enjoy a very long life together.
- Writer
