Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

“Hehe, then I won’t be polite!” Ye Wanwan kissed Si Yehan on the lips before quickly sticking the ring into her pocket.

She was just thinking about how she should gather the final 10,000 honor points and didn’t expect someone to slide a pillow under her head as she dozed off. She couldn’t be any more fortunate.

This way, she could immediately return to the Academy and find the Headmaster to hypnotize her and pay back the honor points she previously owed.

While Ye Wanwan was celebrating inwardly, she caught a glimpse of her phone on the nightstand. It kept flashing but didn’t make any sounds since she put it on silent.

It was a no brainer that the Fearless Alliance members were the ones calling.

Hm, I think I left with Si Yehan in front of everyone? And I publicly asked for hugs and kisses and Si Yehan actually satisfied every one of my wishes.

It didn’t take much thought for her to imagine what kind of expression Big Dipper and the others had…

Si Yehan didn’t pay too much attention to Ye Wanwan, who was checking her phone, but a little detail unavoidably caught his attention.

Inside Ye Wanwan’s call history, there was a name that appeared very frequently: Owner of the Independent State’s Vinegar Factory…

Si Yehan glanced at the nickname. “Owner.. of the Independent State’s Vinegar Factory?”

Ye Wanwan’s heart instantly skipped a beat. In her guilt, she blurted out, “Eh, the vinegar in the Fearless Alliance’s cafeteria recently ran out…”

“Is that so?” Si Yehan didn’t say anything else but picked up his phone and casually pressed a button.

A second later, Ye Wanwan’s phone lit up with a call.

The caller ID showed: Owner of the Independent State’s Vinegar Factory.

Ye Wanwan: “…”

Si Yehan: “…”

After a momentary awkward silence, Ye Wanwan looked pitiable. “Um… I can explain… Actually, I just randomly typed it… It’s the input method’s fault!”

The corners of Si Yehan’s lips twitched slightly.

Ye Wanwan quickly changed the topic. “Oh right, what’s your nickname for me?”

She was suddenly super curious, so she immediately called Si Yehan and leaned over to see it.

Soon, Si Yehan’s phone lit up and two simple letters flashed on his phone screen: MW.

“M… W? What does that mean?” Ye Wanwan couldn’t figure out the meaning of this acronym after half a day or why he used these two letters as her nickname.

Was W short for Wan? Then what was M short for?

“Ah-Jiu, Ah-Jiu! What do these two letters mean?” Ye Wanwan inquisitively pressed.

Si Yehan imperceptibly put away his phone and returned Ye Wanwan’s words to her. “I randomly typed it. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Really…?”

“What do you think?”

“…” Forgive Ye Wanwan for being unable to comprehend Si Yehan’s twisted and meandering way of thinking.

…

With the Fearless Alliance at their temporary residence:

After waiting a whole day and night, the members of the Fearless Alliance had lost every inch of patience they had.

Big Dipper clapped the table and stood up, angrily shouting at Lin Que, “Hey, what the heck is going on? Where is our President? You guys didn’t use the honey-pot trap on our President so that you could intentionally kidnap her, right?!”

Lin Que also felt incredibly mentally tired and irritably glanced at Big Dipper from the corners of his eyes. He dispiritedly retorted, “If our Lord wanted to take your President away, would he need to sacrifice himself and use the honey-pot trap?”

Big Dipper seriously deliberated it. “…”

I can’t refute it? What should I do?

Lord Asura didn’t need to do anything, and Sis Feng would’ve pounced Lord Asura on her own if it weren’t for them fiercely blocking her.