The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Randall was fuming because Theodore made him look like a fool. Everyone else could kiss Theodore without a problem, but when Randall did it, Theodore cried. Did he really hate him that much? And then Susan's comments just made things worse.

Randall grabbed Susan's finger, making her lift her hand. Right there in the middle of the busy campus, he pressed her finger to his lips and rubbed it back and forth. "Are my lips dry and cracked?" Susan bit her tongue, too scared to tell the truth. Her fingertips felt warm, and she blushed.

Randall glared at her. "Susan, I'm asking you a question. If you don't give me a good answer, you'll be taking a cab to school from now on."

Under pressure, Susan reluctantly mumbled, "No, it was just a joke."

"That's more like it." Randall let go of her finger and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Vera and the others.

Vera watched as Randall dragged Susan away, then looked at Theodore in her arms and laughed again.

Patrick, seeing the whole thing, chuckled too.

Back in the car, Patrick put Theodore on the steering wheel and leaned in to kiss his cheek to see if he would cry.

Theodore was confused. Why was this different from a bed?

Theodore was on high alert with this new sensation, just like Patrick.

Patrick leaned down and kissed Theodore's cheek.

The dazed Theodore looked at Patrick, and after a while, lying on the steering wheel, he excitedly and happily waved his limbs. Being kissed by Patrick made him extremely happy, and he occasionally let out a few sounds, trying to chat with Patrick.

"You're so excited just because Daddy kissed you." Vera poked Theodore's cheek and said to Patrick, "You shouldn't always be so serious. You love Theodore very much; you can occasionally give him a kiss. Look how excited he is." Patrick, feeling special treatment from Theodore, held him close to his chest, showering him with affection.

"Theodore is a boy; being too affectionate isn't good," Patrick said.

"It's not that, Theodore is still a baby, not a little boy yet."

On the other side, Susan was pulled back into the car by Randall, who couldn't forget what she had said earlier. "Tell me the truth, are my lips dry or not?"

Susan thought about it. If she told the truth, Randall wouldn't give her a ride anymore. If she didn't, she'd feel uncomfortable. So, she came up with a compromise, "Randall, actually, the skin on people's fingers is usually thicker, while the skin on the face is delicate. My hand might not feel your lips being prickly, but that doesn't mean the skin on the face wouldn't."

Randall didn't understand and looked at Susan's face. "What, do I need to kiss you to know if my lips are prickly?"

Susan's face instantly turned red. "No need."

Randall glanced at Susan's red face, then looked away. His right elbow rested on the armrest, and his left arm casually draped over the steering wheel. After a while, he finally understood what Susan meant.

So, she was saying his lips were chapped.

He sat up straight. "Susan, where's your lip balm?"

Susan quickly dug through her bag and finally handed a white tube to Randall.

She never thought Randall would actually use her lip balm.

Randall popped open the lip balm, flipped down the sun visor, and unapologetically applied it in the mirror.

Susan's eyes widened in shock.

Randall was using her lip balm?

After applying it, Randall noticed something off. "Susan, why do my lips look pink after using this?"

Susan glanced at the transparent gel lip balm, bit her lip, and blinked innocently. Afraid of getting scolded, she timidly explained, "Randall, it looks colorless, but it actually has a bit of pink in it." Randall went silent.

The next second, he wiped the color off his lips with the back of his hand, rubbing until his lips turned a deep red. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Susan innocently replied, "I didn't think you'd use it." Randall usually kept his distance from girls, let alone use their lip balms. She never imagined he'd use hers without hesitation.

Randall grabbed several tissues to wipe his lips, while Susan kept her head down, too scared to make a sound.

Later, Susan bought a colorless lip balm for Randall and happily knocked on his door when she got home. "Randall, we can use this one from now on. It's colorless."

Randall asked, "You only bought one?"

Susan was puzzled, "Isn't one enough?"

Randall accused her, "You took advantage of me once, and now you plan to keep doing it?"

Susan was confused again, "No, I didn't."

Eventually, Susan understood what Randall meant. She went out and bought another identical lip balm and handed it to him. "Randall, now we each have one."

After that, their lip balms often got mixed up or lost. In the end, they couldn't tell them apart.

Meanwhile, Patrick was putting the squeeze on The Rossi Family in the overseas market, aiming to push out the Olteran Group's overseas branch and reclaim their market. The Olteran Group's goal was always the same: to make money. Patrick once joked at a social event, "I have a college student and a kid at home. I need to make money to support them. I'm not in it for sentiment, just for the money."

So, in the game with The Rossi Family, Patrick kept lowering prices, taking advantage of their need to boost sales. He forced them to cut prices repeatedly until they sold all their goods with almost no profit.

Meanwhile, the Olteran Group ended up with over 500 tons of unsold goods.

The head of the overseas division approached Patrick, "We didn't anticipate The Rossi Family having 1,000 tons of goods. The market is now saturated, and our goods are piling up."

Patrick calmly ordered, "Contact the local government and report that The Rossi Family's raw materials were imported illegally and need to be recalled for re-inspection." "What?" the head was shocked.

Patrick stood up, slowly walked towards the window, and looked down at the bustling streets below. Thinking of his defeated opponent, he smirked and said to the person on the other end, "The plan officially starts now."