WARNING! Tsundere President

Huo Yunting was feeling a little helpless at his woman’s desperate call. He was not in the capital because he had something to settle back in the city during the day. He tried coming back as fast as he could.

He carefully placed Lu Zhaoyang onto her bed and caringly pulled the blanket over her. He then grabbed her cold hands firmly as he glanced at her drained face. Grinding his teeth, he had a plan as apparently there were some people who thought life was too easy for them out there.

The grip was so tight that Lu Zhaoyang eventually was woken up by the ache as her drowsy eyes stared at Huo Yunting with the little bowl of congee in his hands. With her arms on the bed, she got up and looked briefly at the darkening sky outside. It seemed like she had wasted the whole day rotting inside the storeroom. “It’s a little later than I imagined…” She muttered as she looked at Huo Yunting, her tone was sincere, “But thank you for saving my life.”

“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve come home earlier,” said Yunting guiltily as he scooped her some congee.

“We’re not in the city now—I can do it myself,” reminded her softly.

“Just eat it. There are only two of us here and nobody will dare come in. Nobody.” His expression turned grave as Lu Zhaoyang sipped the congee after nodding her head. It was truly comforting to have some warming food after the cold.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I was so late?” Yunting was a little angry upon seeing her calmness after feeding her the entire bowl.

“You came eventually,” replied Zhaoyang with a brief smile before sinking into her blanket again.

She was right. It was not her own home to begin with. It was a miracle god sent as long as someone was there to help her out.

To be honest, her own home had vanished the day Madam Xue was married to Huo Zhenning.

“Well, Lu Zhaoyang, you could’ve made a better emergency call. Your little message just now almost misled me.”

<His sister outside is waiting for him at the most secluded storage.>

What a message. Zhaoyang was speechless upon having a better thought at what she said to the police. She would have laughed but she was so tired back then she could not.

“What do you mean by ‘the most secluded storage’? I thought you’re having a balcony scene with me, just that it’s at the storage.”

Lu Zhaoyang smiled awkwardly.

“Don’t you agree? You suddenly called me to meet you at such a place, I was in the city back then and you never picked up my call! And now you’re here, cold and hungry, almost frozen to death!”

He got angrier the more he talked about it. He had to settle this! Right away!

He then stood up and patted her shoulders, signaling the woman to lie down, “Have a good rest. I’ll teach you a few better tricks on handling emergencies after we go home, our home.”

Lu Zhaoyang flattened her lips, “T-thanks.”

“Don’t have to. You know the right way to thank me.” He leaned towards her, “If you want to thank me now, I don’t mind.”

“GOOD NIGHT! You may leave now!”

Huo Yunting chuckled as he turned away.

“Wait.” She stopped him after a moment of ponder, “She’s an elderly after all. She’s your family. She’ll stop after this. It’s— It’s my fault for eloping with Che- I mean Huo Chen after all—I deserve all this.”

We have to pay the price for what we’ve done. I’m rather fortunate compared to what Chen had gone through the time before. I wonder how he is doing now…

Huo Yunting tapped her forehead, “I think somebody needs a factory reset. She seems to have forgotten that nobody touches my woman.”

He then left the room.

The corridor was silent, the light was warm, while the rage of Huo Yunting showered both his body and soul. The wind was again howling as moonlight fell upon the kitchen. A ceramic bowl tossed onto the ground by the angry man in the kitchen calling on for domination, as the maids were submissive.