WARNING! Tsundere President

Huo frowned.

How dare she doubt my capabilities!?

Lu got off the bed with disappointment. She was naked but she felt it was not as embarrassing as a wilted manhood.

“I can’t believe I have to be a President Widow at my age. Can my life be more miserable than this? Well, my lord, could you please spare the both of us and stop shaming yourself?”

Huo was not enraged, although his smile looked more intimidating than his usual self. He got off the bed too, as he grabbed his wife and pressed her upon the window, chewing her earlobe enjoyably.

“Well, I am a man of truth. How about I prove things to you?”

Lu loudly hissed, as she quickly pushed him away, “Nevermind! I’m late for work. I’ll be downstairs if anything!” And she covered herself with her pajamas clumsily and ran for her life!

Huo snickered a bit as he put on his clothing leisurely.

At the kitchen, his beloved wife requested a special “addition” in his breakfast porridge from their house cook – some herbs that actually strengthened kidneys and… well, the manhood. “This’ll do. Hehe.” She glanced at that ambiguous smile of Huo, seemingly contented with her diabolical plot.

She sauntered to the garage, wanting to flee the scene as hell broke loose during breakfast. But there was a plot twist, she forgot the fact that her ride was still at her dummy accommodation, the apartment that she never lived where the drama happened. Meanwhile, she had no access to the other vehicles in the house. The clock was ticking and she sprinted to the porch, “Wait up!” As she held up her man turning on the engine in his Royce, “Could I… you know, if you don’t mind…” She pulled an awkward smile, asking for a ride.

Huo Yunting also smiled, more gentle and calming than hers. He then quickly withdrew it and spat, “No.”

He snorted and dashed away on his mount, leaving Lu biting her teeth, in drastic need of taking breaths to calm her adrenaline.

A moment later, she clumsily exited the elevator.

She was late, blatantly late, causing a brief fiasco among her colleagues for the one and only sternest Chief Secretary Lu, was actually late to work for once.

“Ms. Lu, you’ve been very disappointing lately,” initiated Huo Yunting during the executive meeting, “Underperforming, losing passion, and now you even come extremely late for work.” The criticism went on in front of many, as it clearly was an act avenging his humiliation this morning, “I can’t believe I have to be a president of such underperforming staff at my age. Could my career be much worse than this? Well, my dear secretary, could you please spare the both of us and stop shaming yourself?”

And after Lu finally escaped the slaughterhouse, the phone rang, coming from the front desk.

“Hello, Ms. Lu, there is this Ms. Mo Shan coming for the president. She claimed herself to be … the fiancé of President Huo.”

Lu froze, it was a rather bizarre sensation rolling in her.

Fiancé?

B-but…

Probably one of the actresses whom Huo summoned in order to fulfill his hidden plan.

“Invite her in, escort her to the President’s office.”

She had granted the permission of entry, which inevitably also signifies the fact she gave away the chance of establishing herself as the legal wife of Huo. Mo Shan was admittedly the person in engagement with the President of Thunderbolt corp., and the news had swarmed upon everybody at the office within the one hour Mo Shan lingered at Huo’s office. Everybody, by then, was fully aware that their president had gotten himself a fiancé, one born with a silver spoon too.

This Mo Shan had come to Lu once, inquiring her about the president, and Lu obediently replied whatever she was allowed to.

That was not her last visit. In fact, that was only the beginning, as she then came and visited the corporation almost on a daily basis. According to her source, a.k.a the gossiping colleagues, apparently Ms. Mo Shan was very close to Yu Man’er, the other secretary under Huo Yunting. The proof? It was rather evident, as ever since then, Yu Man’er, the daughter of an ordinary family had actually started to dress more like an upperclass, with the fancy branded clothing and all the expensive jewelries on her.

Towards this fashion makeover, Lu stayed silent while having a blind eye. Let the publicly recognized fiance of the great He play whatever she wished.

Well, Mo Shan did seek her cooperation during their first *conversation*, basically requesting her to be the watchdog during Mo Shan’s “discussion” with the president.

But who cares? Lu was not that foolish. Between Huo, the devil, and Mo Shan, the backup, she would undoubtedly choose to mess with the latter. She was announced being the younger sister of the devil, so this little backup could do nothing against her if anything went wrong.

So, upon the devil’s call, she knocked and opened the door to the devil’s office, as she was welcomed by the filthy man playing with his new toy.

Like the doll she was, Mo Shan rested in the embrace of Huo Yunting. She smiled sweetly as she lifted to see her man.