Spoiled Sweet Wife

With the college entrance exams just around the corner, a single phone call sent her emotions spiraling out of control. She knew it was a trick, but still rushed after him without hesitation. At the airport, distraught and frantic, she called out his name. At the last moment, she had already seen him, but an accident made her miss him right before her eyes. She could only watch as the girl who was her sister in name linked arms with the boy she had loved for three years and flew off to a foreign land. * When they first met at the airport, her bracelet caught on his clothes. It made her miss out on one romance, but led her to a fairytale love. So when you miss out on something, sometimes you should believe that fate is making way for an even more beautiful encounter. Highlights: [Marking Her Territory] In the elegant, refined campus dining hall, a beautiful senior girl tried to steal a kiss from a certain young man. Seeing this, another girl smiled in fury and strode over, grabbing him by the arm. “Sorry, Senior. Please keep your heart in check and rein in those irresistible impulses. The boy you’re trying to take advantage of already belongs to someone, and I have no plans to dump him anytime soon. So please stay away from him.” As she smiled sweetly and fended off his admirers, she discreetly pinched the soft flesh around his waist as hard as she could. Then, without paying any attention to the other girl’s stunned expression, she dragged him away. In a secluded corner, her sweet smile vanished. She glared at him angrily, pulled out a few wet wipes, and scrubbed the spot he’d been kissed on before saying through gritted teeth, “Damn it, if you ever cheat on me again, I’m divorcing you.” Without a word, he took her by the hand and led her away. “Where are we going?” “To get married. How can you divorce me if we aren’t married?” Her: ... [Cold Shoulder] One afternoon, a man and a woman came home one after the other. The woman tried every trick she could think of to win him over. Nothing worked. She gritted her teeth and dialed a familiar number. “Hello, Mom.” “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did that little punk bully you?” “Yeah, he bullied me.” Her aggrieved tone was enough to set off a tirade from the other end of the phone. “Get that brat on the phone right now!” She quickly moved the phone away from her ear, then innocently handed it to him. “Here, Mom wants to talk to you.” The corner of his mouth twitched. This girl was a real expert at lying through her teeth. He glared at her through gritted teeth. “How did I bully you?” She bit her finger and looked at him innocently, asking in a small voice, “Does giving me the cold shoulder count?” Him: ...