WARNING! Tsundere President

“Ugh! Ugh!” Lu Zhaoyang coughed repetitively as she sat down in fatigue, during which the lights suddenly dimmed out. “Oh no…” She was not feeling good about it.

Her instincts were not wrong. Right when she got up, she heard the slam of the metallic door. The entire storeroom had been sealed up in darkness.

She thought it would not be a difficult search if she acted careful enough but fate was seemingly against her. Yup, it was certainly against her as there was no signal on her phone. She could not make a call for rescue. The only thing she could do was pat off the dust over her shoulders while she sat on one of the cartons on the floor.

Going for a non-existent firecracker in an isolated storeroom eh? The old lady sure has a plan. No one’s gonna help at this point but it doesn’t mean I should comply to her plan.

An idea sparked in her mind as she saw the Emergency Call button on her lock screen.

Huo Yunting would be her only hope now.

It was ironic that he was the first and only person Lu Zhaoyang thought about in a situation like this. Not her own mother, not her beloved ex but this devil who haunted her everywhere else.

“Hello, what’s the emergency, ma’am?” The call was made to the local police station.

“I’m now trapped with no signal on my phone. Could you please contact my family?” She then inched towards the door.

“What’s the number?”

And Lu Zhaoyang actually managed to recite Yunting’s phone number as smooth as her own car license number, that even she was astonished herself. “Just tell him that his sister outside is waiting for him at the most secluded storage,” said Lu Zhaoyang in strange serenity, perhaps due to her strong faith in Huo Yunting who would come to her rescue.

She then stared at the bit of lights coming in through the gaps of the door, as the endless beep echoed in her ears.

She knew there were people out there and she also knew that nobody would get the door for her even if she pleaded like a prisoner.

“Great,” said the old lady, leaning against her maid at the side, with slight surprise on how quiet the storeroom was, “She is absolutely calm. Alright, let her be calmer than ever then. Leave, no one’s gonna hear here. I’ll see how long she can last,” said Old Mrs. Huo firmly.

It was only 5 degree Celsius in the morning as Lu’s legs trembled after standing for a few minutes straight. The biting wind enveloped her body as she squatted down, frantically to get hold of her remaining warmth.

Come on, Huo Yunting—I’m not sure if he even got the call…

Was it me or the temperature seems to have dropped a lot?

Sigh…why am I even here?

In her blooming despair, Lu Zhaoyang was parched and famished. She helplessly looked at her phone completely shut down.

I can’t make it anymore…

Sorry…mommy…

Sorry…daddy…

Sorry…Huo Yun…tin…

Lu blacked out as she collapsed. She somehow heard the creak of the door opening but it must be her wishful thinking.

Huo Yunting kicked the door open and rushed upon her as he saw her wilting away on the ground. He lifted her in his embrace, her phone fell off but he did not care as he stormed out of the storeroom.

The two maids standing on the snowy field had their heads lowered, avoiding the furious glance from their master. “Get me a bowl of congee, right now,” said Yunting gravely.

It was 5 p.m., a few hours since Lu Zhaoyang left the house for firecrackers. The old lady was already at her room while Xue Yuming had been inside her room for the entire day. No doubt she had no idea on what happened.

“Yes, sir!” The maids ran for their life into the kitchen. One of them even tripped herself on her way to hurry to cook some fish congee.

Huo Yunting stampeded upstairs and gave a boot in the door. A loud slam occurred yet his woman remained still in her unconsciousness.