Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia came clean, "Molly was about to get into a fight, and as her best friend, I had to have her back."

Andre raised an eyebrow, "Why was she fighting?"

"You'd have to ask her. I just got a few people together, I wasn't even there. Last night, you were still holding me close, remember?" Andre: "..."

Andre's deep-set eyes focused on his wife's chubby cheeks.

Thinking about the list his assistant gave him earlier, Andre shifted in his seat, questioning, "You sure know how to pick them, huh? Almost half of the top 40 fighters from The Silent Ring."

Mia looked down, mumbling, "If we're going to fight, we need the best, can't have amateurs getting beaten up, right?"

Andre, hearing her clearly, was once again left speechless.

After a moment, Andre asked, "She asked you to find people, why didn't she do it herself?"

Mia's chest puffed up with pride, "Well, she's not as famous as I am. When 'Auntie' here sends out a call, the fighters line up to sign up. Molly is just a small fry in The Silent Ring, she doesn't have much pull. Her calls get ignored. But when I send out a call, the system automatically boosts it to the top!"

Even while admitting her mistake, she made sure her husband knew just how influential she was in The Silent Ring.

Mrs. Cedillo's pride lasted all but two seconds before her husband's comment deflated her.

Andre: "If you're so great, you can finish your thesis on your own."

"I can't! Babe, I'm just a nobody."

Andre snorted, and Mia quickly tried to appease him, "Honey, I'm not great at all. My husband is the greatest man in the world."

Andre's lips curved up, waiting to see what else she would say.

"To me, my husband is my everything. In his eyes, I'm just a trashy little treasure."

Oh, trash can be a

snuggled into her husband's arms, turning on her kitty

mind, 1+1=3. With my current brainpower, how can I write a thesis? You can't just leave

say behind your back, 'Look at Andre, no matter how rich or capable he is, he couldn't even get his wife to graduate. How embarrassing." Mia mimicked gossiping

you plus one

words. If she had known, she would have said "1+1=100," but

like sweet talk won't work, she'll have

who don't keep

"Let it

go broke, I'll take our son

last nerve. Andre's smile faded, his gaze

was so intimidated by her husband's aura

bit her lip, not daring to utter

a firm slap landed on her butt. "Did you

"I did." After that, she continued to bite her lips, playing the

to write her thesis because he knew Mia's nature. In less than half a year,

an excuse to punish her, letting her write her

room? Ha, Mia was too

before even a month had passed, the first trouble had

spanked her, negotiating, "Honey, I'll give up my daily gifts, okay? You write it

go all out, "Then I've already done it, you can just beat me up now, it's already happened. Plus, I specifically asked Leo to supervise

narrowed his eyes, "Leo was

she bit her tongue, feeling sorry

for a few seconds, Mia changed her strategy, second tactic:

change your punishment, it's for

thing, a light punishment is enough. If you

cause trouble, right? So this time, you can't punish me too severely, you have to keep a hold on my 'lifeline,' so I'll behave in the future and not dare to cause any trouble." Andre listened to Little Mia's earnest analysis. If he could be persuaded by her, his title as the business

his wife, "No problem, cause all the trouble you want, I'll