WARNING! Tsundere President

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lu Zhaoyang spat her tongue in disgust.

Are you asking me to wear one of these ridiculous costumes and wet myself?

She hung up promptly and stuffed all the costumes into her wardrobe gracelessly.

Seriously, consulting Lin Yazhi and Yan Se for advice is the worst decision I've ever made in my entire life!

Well, at least my weekend has begun—Let's check out the weather forecast. It's raining today? For real? Lin Yazhi—she has everything sorted out—hasn't she?

Hmmm…

Lu Zhaoyang pondered for the next few minutes before opening her wardrobe again…

She drove to Huo Yunting's mansion with a bag in her hand on an early Saturday morning. As expected, Huo Yunting was nowhere to be found downstairs. "He must be sleeping." Lu Zhaoyang snorted and headed straight to the kitchen for the maids who ran away after greeting her. "Master returned rather late last night."

"Again?" She went upstairs after that.

Huo Yunting was sleeping soundly in his warm bed when he felt a passionate gaze coming from his side. He reached out his hand and pinched twice.

Yeah, that's it. That's the texture I've been touching the past few months.

He gradually opened his eyes and saw Lu Zhaoyang's angelic face.

He let go of her arms.

A beautiful misunderstanding.

"Wakey wakey."

"No."

Oh wow, he actually replied.

It must be a special day today.

The last time he talked to me happened only after I nagged at him for an hour.

That was a one-liner, an annoyed one-liner too.

"Look at the sun. I heard there's a cherry plantation out there and it's the season. How about I pluck some cherries for you?" There was no response from the man as his head tumbled on the pillow. Looking at his tousled hair, she could not help but rub his head a few times.

"Well, here I go then."

"…" Huo Yunting had his eyes closed, acted as if asleep and unresponsive. The gentle sunlight showered upon his sleeping face. The serenity somehow made him more attractive than before. Lu Zhaoyang leaned towards him to lay a kiss upon his forehead, her words rang calmingly, "I'll go now. Might be home late."

There she turned away and left the room while mumbling, "What a crappy weather forecast! Where's the rain? There's hardly a cloud in the sky! Oh well, I wasn't *cherry-picking*." She giggled.

Huo Yunting caressed his own head, recalling the moment when that inquisitive woman touched his hair again.

It was not the first time Lu Zhaoyang daringly touched the devil's crown. He could still remember the sensation when Zhaoyang naughtily messed up his hair that one time she was drunk.

Somebody sure has gotten daring lately.

Wait, she said—she's going to pluck some cherries?

With who?

That's the question!

He sluggishly got off the bed, cleaned himself briefly in the bathroom and walked downstairs, only to see Lu Zhaoyang sitting in the living room.

She had not left.

The woman stood up hurriedly upon seeing him, smiling, "So you're going with me?"

"Nope." He went to the dining hall and Zhaoyang joined him at the table with her little bunny sling bag dangling by her thin knitted coat.

While Huo Yunting was sipping the egg yolk oozing out from his sunny-side up, she watched him endearingly with her fingers crossed.

Huo Yunting tossed a cherry tomato into his mouth as his fork stirred the salad restlessly.

He did not say a word and let the dreamy girl stay.

After he had finished his food, he was given a piece of napkin right when he was looking for one. He froze upon the sight, swept her hand away and pulled his own napkin to wipe.

"Save the buttering-up for your president." He sighed with raised brows as he threw the napkin onto the oily plate and walked away.

I still remember how this woman doesn't even want to join me at the cinema. Now look at her, like a dog going for a red herring, and it's all because of her guilt towards me. She just wants to compensate me, not because she wants to make me happy.

Huo Yunting's perception was understandable since people could hardly think of anything good when they were blinded by wrath. For instance, Huo Yunting only remembered the time when Lu Zhaoyang rejected him but not the moment when she took care of him after getting drunk.

Lu Zhaoyang's lips flattened upon seeing the distant man leaving. She crumpled the napkin and aimed straight into the rubbish bin nearby.

And I thought I could take him for a walk and have a fun-filled date to cheer him up. Looks like it's done…

Sighs—I'll go alone.

Huo Yunting sank into the reading room and heard the engine starting up by the porch.

He took out his phone and called Yan Se, "Go to the cherry plantation at the outskirt near my mansion. Watch Lu Zhaoyang for me."

"Thank you boss! That place is heaven to me!"