The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

In Donnicia, Molly was always swamped, even more than when she was studying. Sometimes, she got so fed up she just wanted to throw in the towel. One day, Molly went up to Ellie and said, "Mom, let me get a job. I'll work for free."

Ellie just waved her off, "Go ask Sebastian."

So, when Sebastian got home that evening, Molly had been babbling on and on.

Sebastian was used to Molly's chatter. She'd talk, and he'd keep busy, peeling apples and oranges, feeding her cherries without missing a beat.

Zoey admired Molly's gift of gab, "She can talk through an entire TV episode."

After Christmas, Sebastian's work was going smoothly, no big cases. He teamed up with the PR department to boost anti-fraud awareness.

Sebastian visited the neighborhoods he'd promoted before, finally reaching a community with a lot of elderly folks, and chatted with the community leader.

A bunch of seniors eagerly pulled Sebastian aside to brag, "When I see the calls flagged with 'scam', I don't even pick up."

"Mr. Chase, I heard you got promoted. Are you married? Seeing anyone? Let me tell you about my..." another one chimed in.

Sebastian grinned and said, "I'm getting married in March, and we've already registered. I am off the market."

Some folks had met Molly last year and were impressed. Another elderly lady reminded the group, "Remember, we met her last year. Mr. Chase's girlfriend is a real beauty." The lady with the cane asked, "Is it the same girl from last year?"

Sebastian nodded happily, "Yep, who else?"

After that, Sebastian sent the young, single members of his team to chat up the elderly. Maybe they'd find their soulmates.

Sebastian then had a private chat with the community leader.

The community leader knew Molly was Sebastian's sister, so he joked, "Mr. Chase, you really went all out with your joke this year." Last year, he introduced Molly as his girlfriend, and this year he was getting married. Next year, would he be a dad?

Sebastian smiled and shared the good news, "It's for real. She's my fiancée."

"You guys aren't..." The community leader was stunned.

Sebastian smiled and briefly explained their relationship, his words filled with happiness.

At Evergreen University, Susan was as busy as a multitasking robot, going shopping with Molly and saving seats for Vera.

When it was lunchtime, no one was more enthusiastic about saving seats and eating than Susan.

Sometimes Vera had lunch at school. As soon as she walked out of the teaching building, she got a message from Susan on Facebook, "I've saved our seats. What do you want to eat? There aren't many people now, so I can go buy it." Vera suspected Susan might have invisible wings, flying to the cafeteria right after class.

"Susan, did you skip the last class to save seats?" Vera asked.

Susan shook her head, "Nope, I sprinted to the cafeteria right after class. No one could catch me." She looked a bit proud. "Running across the whole campus?" Vera was puzzled, "You're famous here. Can't you pay a little attention to your image?" Susan took a sip of her drink, "Randall told me it's actually not good to be famous in college."

Vera hit the nail on the head, "Randall's the campus king. Do you want other girls to take the campus queen title?"

Susan was stunned by Vera's words. She immediately asked, "Vera, did you bring any makeup?"

Vera coughed as she was caught off guard by Susan's question.

Susan quickly handed her drink to Vera to help her recover.

The next day, when Randall picked Susan up for school, she had light makeup on, looking even sweeter and gentler when she smiled. Randall looked at her face a few times. Finally, he asked, "What's that glittery stuff on your eyelids?"

"Eyeshadow," Susan replied.

Randall raised his hand to pinch Susan's chin, turning her face side to side, "What's that dark stuff on your cheeks?"

"Contour, didn't I blend it well?" Susan opened her bag to check the mirror. Previously, there was only a lip balm in her bag, but now it was filled with a portable cushion, setting powder, several lipsticks, and scattered makeup items. Randall frowned, "Who are you putting on makeup for at school?"

Susan blinked, "Randall, I want to be the campus queen."

"Forget it." Randall held Susan's hand and dragged her to the restroom, "Come on, wash your face. You look like a monster. You're here to study, not to scare people."

Cindy passed by and looked at Susan's makeup, "I think Susan looks great like this. Girls should put on some makeup and dress up nicely when they hang out, leaving a good impression."

Randall retorted, "What's great about it? She looks like a witch."

Susan stayed silent.

Cindy pointed at Randall, "If I were Susan, I'd tear your mouth apart."

Later, Susan washed her face and sat gloomily in the passenger seat of Randall's sports car.

Only then did Randall find her pleasing to the eye.

"Why do you want to be the campus queen?" Randall asked.

"You're the campus king," Susan replied.

Randall added, "Then I won't be the campus king anymore."

Susan turned her head, looking at Randall curiously, "Why?"

Randall glanced at Susan, "I don't want you to be the campus queen."

"Why? You didn't stop Vera and Molly," Susan retorted.

Randall casually turned his head and looked out the window. He could predict that if Susan became the campus queen, many people would be after her. Susan was naturally innocent, not as ruthless as Vera, nor as sharp-tongued as Molly. Men loved to prey on innocent girls like Susan. Next year, he'd be a senior, writing his thesis and graduating. He wouldn't be around, and as naive as Susan, she might be easily deceived by other men.

Susan didn't hear Randall's reply, so she asked again, "Why are you always on my case instead of on Molly and Vera's?"

Randall replied, "Do you think I can control them?"

Susan replied, "Guess not."