WARNING! Tsundere President

The beautiful melody of Bridal Chorus reworked in modern piano style resounded in the lobby causing Wen He to shudder and have a look around. She wondered who was the lucky bride—till she saw Huo Chen marching from the stairs.

The tail of his dark blueish uniform waved in the air as the lines of his gorgeous figure formed within the light behind him—he came like an angel.

“Huo—Huo Chen…” Her large eyes completely froze as she watched the man approaching her like a reunion. Time felt like it stopped as they exchanged glances—no sound, no sideseer, only the both of them—till Huo Chen kneeled before her with a premium-looking tiny case taken out from his pocket.

As expected, a ring with a heart-shaped 5-carat pink diamond was revealed as the man uttered the magic phrase, “Marry me!”

“W-what…” Wen He backed off in dismay, “What are you saying?”

Did he just propose to me?

“Marry me!” He lifted his head and repeated his proposal with his sincere eyes upon hers this time.

It was a pair of beautiful eyes no longer containing the ruthlessness she recognized. They were passionate, lovable and his gaze wrapped upon her heart.

Wen He’s limbs moved awkwardly as she continued backing away. She never believed she would really feel lost once in her life.

She had imagined, even rehearsed it several times before, during which she would giggle telling herself to stop behaving like a seventeen year old girl. She even had seen such a scene in her dreams at night where she would sometimes play in her mind when she spoke with Huo Chen—the impression had grown so deep in her that it did felt surreal when it happened.

It felt like another dream.

A midsummer night’s dream.

A dream that could cease existing at any moment.

“I… I…” She rubbed her eyes, even pinched her cheek, only to test out if it was reality the silliest way, “I can’t believe my ears. Did you say you love me and you want to marry me?”

“Yes. It’s true. It’s real. It’s not a dream,” said Huo Chen approvingly, still kneeling on the floor. His eyes were firm, “I love you. Perhaps it was when you confessed to me the first time in Golden Triangle that I fell in love with you. Perhaps it was way before that. Wen He, please…” His eyes pleaded her pitifully, “Please give me a chance to be your husband for real this time. I, Huo Chen, vow that I’ll devote the rest of my life only to you, Wen He. Would you marry me, please?”

“…” Wen He gasped, slowly recovering from the previous inertia she got from being pushed between fantasy and reality. Something was fueled within her, like a stream of nectar being poured into a broken jar, as colors returned to her world.

It finally happene—all this time I’ve been waiting… 

Geez, author, what a joke, for you to give me such surprise when I was about to give up on everything. 

“Huo Chen, I…” She wanted to word her reply but a commotion occurred among the bystanders.

“Did you guys hear that? It’s Huo Chen. Isn’t he the legendary hero who saved the country? Oh gosh, I never thought I would be able to witness a hero’s proposal.”

“That sounds like a plot from a movie!”

“Omg! I can’t! I can’t just sit still like this!”

“Ditto! My arms are shaking! Kyaa!”

“What a lucky gal. I envy her.”

“Yes! Yes!” And one man started shouting the keyword, “Yes! I do! Yes! I do!” They were pressing the situation like a bunch of excited football fans.

Both phrases of “Yes! I do!” and “Marry him!” roared in the tiny space.

Huo Chen looked down and laughed, “This ring is a piece from the Cupid’s Witness series, limited to one per person, weighed exactly 5.20 carat, translated as ‘I love you’ in Mandarin. Would you, under the witness of fellow men and women, as well as the cupid in this ring, marry me, Wen He?”

“Can-Can I? Can I really take that?”