The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Anxious, Cindy spoke up, "Patrick, you just mentioned finding a wife for Ran. If you shave his hair, he will look too ugly. No girl will like him, the entire marriage plan will be ruined." Randall looked at Patrick in shock, his Adam's apple trembling, his legs shaking. "Uncle Patrick, what do you mean by finding a wife?"

Vera's interest instantly rose, excitedly running to Patrick's side and grabbing his sleeve. "Patrick, who is Randall's future wife? Tell me."

Patrick furrowed his eyebrows, noticing that Vera's way of addressing him seemed to change frequently.

"What did you call me?"

"Mr. Olteran, Patrick, honey? Oh, please, tell me! Let me see if I know her." Vera's immense curiosity made her overlook her acting coquettishly towards him.

Finally, Patrick heard a title that put him at ease. His expression softened slightly. "It hasn't been confirmed yet. As his aunt, you should be more concerned about his marriage."

"Of course! After all, it's my responsibility!"

Vera's eyes sparkled mischievously as she grinned at the immobile Randall. "Don't worry, Ran. As your aunt, it's my duty to care about your marriage. I will find you a gentle and knowledgeable wife." Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Cindy immediately called for a servant. "Go find Shawn and save Ran."

Realizing everything that was happening in the living room and worried about Randall's hair, the servant hurried upstairs to disturb Shawn during his afternoon nap.

"Mr. Shawn, Mr. Shawn, something's wrong!"

*****

In the living room, Patrick had already picked up the clippers, ready to begin.

"Wait a minute, Patrick, what are you doing?"

With Shawn's loud shout, Patrick's hands stopped.

"Save me, Grandpa!" Randall saw his savior and cried out, pleading.

At this moment, Randall was grateful that his grandfather was still alive, that the Olteran family still had a voice, and that Uncle Patrick didn't have absolute power.

However, Randall didn't know that when Patrick made up his mind to do something, no one could stop him, let alone just his father.

Vera spoke up, explaining to the interrupted Mr. Shawn, "Dad, Patrick is just styling Ran's hair."

Shaving his head was also considered styling.

Patrick glanced darkly at Vera next to him, impressed by her ability to come up with such an explanation.

Shawn appeared and waved off the servants restraining Randall, allowing him to be rescued.

After being freed, Randall bolted away like lightning, scaring everyone, including Vera. Her mouth formed an astonished "o." In her mind, she thought, 'If only he could run this fast at school, maybe he wouldn't have beaten me so many times.' Shawn glanced at the couple standing together, then glanced at the clippers in Patrick's hand. "You two..."

"Dad, do you want a haircut? This business tycoon can do it himself~ It's a free service!" Vera mischievously asked.

Mumbling, Shawn leaned forward and pointed to the top of his own head. "Are you going to shave my head?"

Vera couldn't help but speak up, whispering, "Well, since Dad's hair is almost gone, why not shave it all off? It'll be more convenient to wash."

Everyone in the room instantly fell silent.

While Vera wasn't aware that she was causing trouble, Patrick knew!

He put down the clippers and immediately took Vera's hand to hide away.

Just as Vera was still confused,, the living room was suddenly filled with crackling noises..

Vera had already been led by Patrick to hide in the bedroom.

She asked, "Patrick, is Dad angry because of what I said?"

"And you dare to ask that."

Vera was the first in the family to mock Shawn's baldness.

Vera's expression tightened. "Though my words may hurt, they come from the heart."

"Do you want me to praise you?" Patrick stared at his young wife in front of him.

Vera pursed her lips. "That would be nice."

"You're good at seizing opportunities for others to praise you."

"It doesn't matter, we're leaving today anyway. Once we step out of the Olteran Manor's gate, the sky will be revealed before us, and I'll become a free bird."

Patrick asked, "What does moving out have to do with what you just said to Dad?"

Vera chuckled. "Of course it's related. He's angry, but he can't control me."

However, practice proved that Shawn could indeed control Vera when he was angry.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The couple was still at the Olteran Manor.

As the night grew darker, Vera's anxiety increased.

She urged Patrick more than once, "Let's leave quickly."

Shawn stared at Vera. "Who moves out at night?"

Feeling threatened by his gaze, Vera quietly approached Patrick.

Patrick smiled. He could sense a little kitten hiding behind him, small and quiet.

"The things are already prepared, and we can leave now."

Shawn had a great disdain for Vera, who hid behind Patrick when trouble arose. If she had the ability to confront Shawn about his balding in the afternoon, it would be one thing, but now she appeared so weak. Shawn truly felt contempt for Vera.

"You can't leave tonight. Didn't you say you wanted to style my hair?"

Upon hearing this, Vera's heartbeat accelerated instantly.

She thought to herself, 'Oh no, I need to leave myself a way out for future encounters. Why do I always forget this?'

Patrick defended Vera secretly, saying to his dad, "Dad, my hourly rate is too high; you can't afford it."

Hey! This statement made Shawn even more angry. They just said it was free!

He was lucky he didn't have a heart attack.

If he did, just today, every word the couple said would have sent him to the ICU.

The couple wanted to provoke him?

Well, he would respond in anger as well.

"Today, you guys can't leave anymore; Tom has already locked the door."

He knew that these two were anxious to leave this house. Since that was the case, don't blame him.

The butler reminded, "Ran hasn't returned from dyeing his hair yet."

"Then leave him a back door."

Just as he finished speaking, Randall returned.

Randall returned to his original hairstyle, with golden, thick short hair loosely distributed on both sides, which indeed looked more pleasing than his previous blue hair.

He walked into the house and immediately walked to Patrick's side, respectfully bowing, "Please, Uncle Patrick, take a look. I dyed my hair three times, and the roots are even golden." As soon as Vera saw Randall come home, she emerged from her hiding place behind Patrick.

"Let me see."

Vera reached out to check.

With a slap, Randall knocked Vera's hand away. "I asked Uncle Patrick to look, not you."

"I am your Uncle Patrick's wife; it doesn't matter who looks." Vera rubbed her slapped hand and then handed it to Patrick. In a childish tone, she complained, "Honey, look, my hand is red~" Patrick grabbed Vera's delicate hand and carefully examined it. Then, he coldly looked at his nephew and said, "Apologize to your aunt."

In the end, Randall stubbornly said, "I don't want to. She deserves it."

"Yes, she deserves it," Shawn angrily added.

Everyone cared about their own appearance. Women were forbidden to mention wrinkles, men were forbidden to mention baldness. Shawn was not young anymore, only a few strands of hair left. But! He couldn't tolerate others mentioning his baldness.