WARNING! Tsundere President

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Yes, Miss Lu Zhaoyang was not in the mood for some senseless drinking party by self-proclaimed socialites. She was nearly suffocated by the stench of alcohol before she stormed out of Golden City.

Under the dazzling lights of night life, she stopped a patrolling taxi and opened the door straightaway. Right before she could state her destination, she was pulled out of the car and hauled all the way to the parking lot nearby. She was thrown in as a slam was heard before the car raced away.

She repositioned herself and fastened her seatbelt as she turned her head peering at the building of Golden City shrinking in size, wondering if Chen would do fine since he was still there.

"Thinking about him?" It looked interrogative but it sounded affirmative.

She withdrew her sight, "Don't you care about your uncle?"

"Of course I do care about my own uncle," he muttered with his one hand reaching out to her as he rolled his eyes at her, "But I don't care about your Ex."

"Please watch the road. There are cars ahead. I still want to live and being dead with you next to me is the last thing I want to do." She pulled her hand away from his.

"A.K.A. You want to stay alive, with me," said Huo Yunting as he shifted his sight back on the road again with both of his hands holding the steering properly.

Lu Zhaoyang pouted her lips while thinking back to how she managed to react so calmly at the cabin just now. Was it because she was a born actress or she truly no longer felt anything for Huo Chen?

She could not believe that she could be so undisturbed by Huo Chen's "activity" with the other women. It was just that little tantrum she threw that exposed her when she left the room.

The two of them remained silent till they got back to the accommodation where they walked upstairs one at a time. Huo Yunting walked through the stairs quickly leaving Lu Zhaoyang zoning out below. The past imagery of Chen awaiting her haunted her. She shook and breathed deeply.

She took a quick shower and exited the bathroom in her striped pajamas. She sat onto the mattress staring through the window from where bit of hustles and bustles of the street sneaked through. She sighed and began, "What's gonna happen at Golden City tonight? Will he be fine?" Huo Yunting was tidying his unruly hair after a hot shower as his eyes were on his reflection, "You're my wife. So, quit showing concern about other men in front of me."

Zhaoyang clenched her fist, "I must admit that it was a rash mistake for me to elope with him back then. But we are no longer connected—that—closely as before. I mean am I not already standing by your side, sleeping on your bed? Just take it as I was—was showing concern to your family!"

Well, the readers could tell the fact that she had nothing else in her mind towards Chen was a lie. No doubt she would not want Chen to get into any trouble. But it was Yunting's rebuttal that ceased the conversation completely, "Sorry but it's not my family. You don't have to concern yourself about the Huo family for me."

He's right—I can't deny this since Huo Yunting officially announced he would no longer be associated with the family since mommy got in.

"You're heartless, aren't you?" She passed him a cold stare and turned away, leaving Huo Yunting smiling subconsciously.

What kind of heart could I have for an uncle who stole my wife from me?

He sneered as he watched his woman surfing the net with her tablet on the sofa. Her intention was clear—to check any live news update if something really happened at Golden City. The man sauntered to her and seized the tablet away from her, "Do you think typing a few keywords in the search engine could really help him? Please, do yourself a favor. Brush your teeth and sleep. You'll get what you want tomorrow."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious. I'd better not get anything tomorrow morning. That'll mean he's safe."

She seriously hoped that she would not see any injury or tragedy associated with Huo Chen the next morning since it took her nearly a century to recover from the news of Huo Chen being deceased back then.

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Lu Zhaoyang blushed for some reason. It was probably due to the fact that she was caught "wet-handed" over her actual thoughts. She got up and zoomed into the shower room. The white light was glaring as she stood before the shower head. The warm water splashed upon her body. She was even more confused, not sure if the ever-changing temperature of water or the episodes in the past that irritated her.

She rushed out of the bathroom after showering and began searching for her handphone. Her sixth sense was urging her, imploring her over what possibly had happened with Chen.

Yunting cleared his throat as he leaned against the back of the bed, "Please tell me you're just checking out a chapter on ReadReadNovelFull or I'll be seriously wondering if my insensible wife just contacted a third wheel right in front of me."

"Quit messing with me. I feel something is happening now. My eyelid is twitching."

Where's my phone? My phone! My phone? Why can't I find it? Where did I put it?

Huo Yunting snorted as he observed his woman on his bed. Eventually Zhaoyang suspected it was the devil's doing as she went to flip the entire blanket open, only to see…

He's NAKED?

"Surpris-" And she promptly put the blanket back onto the Adam before her, "Where's my handphone?"

"Isn't it in your purse the whole time? You never took it out anyway."

Did she suspect me being the man of pilfering?

Lu Zhaoyang went for the handbag behind her but the plot changed when Huo Yunting accidentally pulled the only towel she had. She lost balance and fell upon the bed. With the agility of a Venus Flytrap, the devil tumbled and caged her within his limbs as his eyes expressively winked upon her.

"Lu Zhaoyang. Here's my last warning for you. Don't you dare try bringing up other men in front of me. You won't have a good life if I'm not happy."

"I just don't want him to be in trouble, just like how I feel for you. He's still a part of my family, no matter what."

No longer a part of my courtship. Clearly.

Even if I was dumb, Chen should be very aware of the truth too.

"So—does that mean we are family too?" His face inched towards her as he whispered.

"Duh! Well, you can treat me as an outsider too. We can divorce for that!"

But Lu Zhaoyang was really dumb. They would still be a family even if they divorced. Probably as long as Madam Xue stayed in the Huo Family mansion, such complicated relationship would never cease to exist.

"Sorry, the provocation you have done is not in service." He raised his arm as darkness captured her. He lifted his body away from her, slept obediently next to her like a child as he grabbed her by the waist, "Good night. There's no news you see. Not like reloading the page a gazillion times would make any anyway."

"How are you so sure? Is there an eye in Golden City or you plotted the entire thing yourself?" Speculated Lu.

"Let's just say. Life would be much, much easier for the both of us if you stopped suspecting everything was on me one day." He then closed his eyes and went quiet.

Zhaoyang was not wrong. He did have an eye there. It was Huo Li. Well, Huo Li was more like an "aid". Just in case anything happened.

He fully trusted the capability of his uncle. If Huo Chen could mess up the night, he certainly did not deserve his position as a junior commander in the military.

Zhaoyang was not convinced however. Her eyes remained wide open as she waited for the break of dawn impatiently. There was a few minutes where she unawarely fell asleep but it was forty winks for her when she spread her eyes wide open right after.

"I'm going." She promptly got up the moment she glimpsed the morning sunlight peeking through the window. She pushed her man's arm away.

"Hmm—this—early?" He rubbed his eyes and immediately seized her again, "Five more minutes."

"No thank you." She did not sleep at all for the entire night yet she was feeling very energized. "Oh…" Huo Yunting mumbled as he remembered their final conversation before sleeping last night. He yawned outrageously, "Well, check it on my phone." He slid the phone from under the pillow to her.

"Okay…" Lu Zhaoyang took over his phone and she nearly threw it out of the window when the lock screen showed up.

"CHANGE IT!" She shouted.