WARNING! Tsundere President

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Don't mind me. Just have your toast. Better get drunk so I can contact the factory to make figures after you immediately! It'll be great!"

"Aw, stop it you," Su Cheng blushed as he tapped Yunting's back, "I know I'm handsome but it's still embarrassing for you to say it out loud in front of your girl!"

Huo Yunting sipped his juice, "Don't be silly. It's not your face. I'm making figures after…a particular part of yours," said he suggestively as he glanced at Cheng's crotch.

Lu Zhaoyang gasped as her pupils could return down from her eye roll.

Su Cheng froze for a few seconds before he jumped screaming, "For F*ck's sake, Huo Yunting, this is a formal occasion." He intuitively covered his crotch, retracted his hand again as finding his gesture more humiliating than Brother Ting's remark. He then whistled, looked away and drank his wine.

Lu Zhaoyang made a twirl with her glass as she wondered about the hows and whys of her life. Making dolls after me? What have I done to deserve this? She thought as Su Cheng had lost all respect for her.

"Well…We've talked a lot but I still don't know your name, my lady," mumbled Su Cheng as he gave himself a refill, "Where's your hometown? How old are you? Do you have siblings? Do you…need a boyfriend to be your bodyguard?" He passed the glass to Lu, "Have a taste. Only the best for my pretty girl. This is the very first time I actually poured wine for somebody. It's from the 80's and you just figuratively took away my virginity, grr…"

And that was before the entire glass of wine disappeared from their eyes.

"She does NOT drink," said Huo Yunting after snatching the glass away.

"How?" Su Cheng sounded extremely disappointed, "And why are you representing her on everything? All her words were from you the moment she stepped into this room. Aren't you being too controlling, brother? Wait, don't tell me she's actually muted, man I thought she could be a good actr—mhmmm!" He was nearly choked by a cherry tomato that hopped into his big and open mouth all of a sudden. "Ugh!" He spat it out on his palm and threw it onto the ground, "Huo Yunting! This is getting out of hand! You chose a lassie over your brother, fine! But you won't even let me know her name? Now, be honest with me! Is she your wife? If it's admittedly my big brother's wife, I promise I'll be courteous, sincere and—and…" His words halted as he stared into Lu's eyes for the next few seconds.

"Why does she look…so familiar?" His brows furrowed in bewilderment before he slapped his thigh in dramatic realization, "OH I remember now! Isn't she that sister of yours *from the other family*? Man, now I want a sister too…" Two glasses of wine entered Huo Yunting before he got up to flip the table, "Aw, don't be like this, my brother-in-law. Let's have a toast to celebrate this."

Huo Yunting backed down and pinched a cherry tomato between his fingers, "What…did you call me?" The lifting tone was a horrendous warning to Cheng's fate.

"You heard me, brother-in-law," Su Cheng winked at Zhaoyang casually, "If we were together, your brother will be my brother-in-law, right baby?"

That was when a fast bullet struck his chest, "Ow…" Cheng's undershirt was soaked red after Huo Yunting lobbed a curveball with his cherry tomato. He covered his chest as the curveball was super effective, a critical hit. "Do you really have to do this? You can't even take a joke now? Listen to me, girl. You're gonna suffer under his violence. How about you be my girl instead? I'll make sure you'll have fun everyday. The drinking, eating and you can even watch my harem dancing. Isn't it nice?"

"Not nice at all when you can't watch your filthy mouth!" Lu Zhaoyang screamed as she got up and hurled the entire tray of cherry tomatoes right onto the showbiz man.

"Wowie, dang!" Su Cheng swiftly dodged the strike as he skipped backwards, "Stop it. My suit is expensive alright!"