WARNING! Tsundere President

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Xue Yuming was tense when she dialed at first, as her bosom rose and sank vigorously as she waited the call to go through. "Hi, sweetie. It's mommy," she then quickly withdrew that harsh expression of hers, as if she was speaking to Lu face-to-face, "No, mommy just misses you, oh by the way…" And there she went, bringing up her true motive, as typical she would be.

"Bye, sweetie." She hung up the call, with a smile glaring as the sun at noon.

"Don't worry. Yang has agreed to help. If she could get Huo home last time, she definitely could to the same this time."

Huo Zhenning did not reply. He was too enraged to make a response still.

(Meanwhile)

"Okay, mother. Good bye." Lu pressed the big red button with relief. She got another order from her highness again. She had to venture into the darkest lair of the company to pay the devil a visit again. She bravely walked, in her black-and-white war skirt, along the corridor of glass windows until she stopped before a giant door. She gave a knock to notify the underworld lord, only to be unattended. Lu was confused, Huo might be a person who answered the door silently but it was too quiet.

She went in and found out the office was empty.

She took out her phone and dialed Huo from her Recent Contacts. The call went through quickly but it was also immediately cut off. Additionally confused, she checked out the time.It was 11.00 a.m.

Well, he doesn't want to talk to me apparently. I've tried my best. I'll tell him tonight.

Lu imagined Huo to be not in the office the whole day but she was wrong.

The man returned to his lair in the afternoon.

To create a chance to make her mother's message get across, she took a piece of document and sauntered over to the President's Office. This time, her nose caught the clean scent of expensive tobacco by the door. She headed into the office directly. Huo was there, completely melted in his chair with a lighted tobacco in his hand. As usual, she sighed and placed the document nicely before him, while she passed him the pen which was actually within his reach.

"Sign it."

Huo got up and leaned forward. He dropped the cigarette into the plate.

He took the pen and signed without hesitation. He dropped the pen into the plate along with the cigarette in it.

Lu gawked briefly at his rather immature behavior, "Will you be nice for once and join me home this weekend?" Said Lu faintly.

"Of what position do you think you could talk to me like that?" Huo lifted his one brow and furrowed, as his words travelled slowly as his falling body onto his throne.

His action was like a grunt of a mafia yet there was an extra grace to him.

"Whatever you perceive it to be. Just go home with me."

Mommy said it was something very important — he must be there.

"By hook or by crook." Madam Xue's words echoed.

"You're no good as a negotiator. How about you tell me what exactly has happened so I can actually process the request of yours," said Huo slothily with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"I have no idea. Do whatever you want then."

There was simply no point for her to convince him any further if he turned over a deaf ear to whatever she said. Lu eventually left the room.

Her departure was a surprise to Huo.

She doesn't know the situation for real?

Well, why do I care? Not like this so-called "great news" has anything to do with me.

Who knows, the great news is I get a new sibling in my family.

Meh!

(At Huo family's mansion)

"What? Alright…sigh…" Madam Xue hung up after receiving the latest report from her daughter.

With heavy steps, she walked back to the living room, as her gaze worrisomely shone upon her husband reading the finance newspaper.

What should I do…Yunting isn't coming back…

Huo Zhenning felt Madam Xue's presence as he placed the newspaper down. As he took the cup of tea, he looked at her, "How was it?"

She shook her head in disappointment, "Yang said he seems curious of what happened though. Should we tell h-"

"NO!" The green tea spilled.

"Honey…" Madam Xue took a piece of pocket tissue from her purse and wiped his scalded hand gently, which caused his expression to soften, "Yuming…sorry for troubling you."

"It's all happiness after we got married. There's no trouble."

"Well…" Huo Zhenning gazed at her calmly, "Only one way to do."

"What?" Muttered Madam Xue, bewildered.

Huo Zhenning, with her hand in his, escorted her to his reading room.

In the room filled with tall racks, there laid a wooden desk lit dimly in the corner, with a stack of invitations branded in gold, all meant for the elites.

"You're writing an invitation for her?"

"No other way…" Mumbled Huo Zhenning, as he picked an empty red card and began writing.

Penning an invitation just to get one's child home — it sounded ridiculous and… pathetic…