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."

eyebrow: Oh, trash can

turning on her kitty charm to win him over. Mia's first tactic:

I've been pregnant, my IQ has tanked. In my mind, 1+1=3. With my current brainpower, how can

will point fingers at you. They'll definitely 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 with a pointed finger.

wrong, one you plus one me equals a family of

her words. If she had known, she would have said "1+1=100," but she couldn't

she'll have

keep their

"Let it

you go broke, I'll take our son and marry another rich

smile faded, his gaze

was so intimidated by her husband's aura that she couldn't meet

not

a firm slap landed on her butt. "Did you make

that, she continued to

less than half a year, she would certainly stir up a

comes, he could pick any trouble as an

in the delivery room? Ha,

even a month had passed, the first trouble

In the end, she held her husband's hand that had just spanked her, negotiating, "Honey, I'll give up my daily gifts, okay? You write it for me." Andre withdrew

already done it, you can just beat me up now, it's already happened. Plus, I specifically

his eyes,

slipped, she bit her tongue, feeling

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

it's for your

thing, a light punishment is enough. If you use such

hold on my 'lifeline,' so

the trouble you want, I'll clean up after you. But, you still have to write