WARNING! Tsundere President

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Huos also appeared in the financial news.

Operating in the red, it is suspected to be a shell company now.

Looking at the headline, Lu Zhaoyang let her hand off the mouse and leaned back on the chair. She was in shock.

It had never occurred to her that things could change so drastically, especially about the Huo family. If the Huos were going down, what about her mom? Her mom had always wanted money and a good life more than anything else. She even made use of her miscarriage to frame Huo Yunting. Could her mom still stay with the Huo family?

Lu Zhaoyang turned off the computer; her mind was muddled.

Lying beside the little guy, who was soundly asleep, she could not help but draw herself close to hug him in her arms.

Just as Lu Zhaoyang was about to fall asleep, she felt the little man moving in her arms and then woke up.

"Yang Yang, good morning!" Little Huo Xu gave her a morning kiss on her face.

"Oh, it is nighttime in the city right now, sweetheart." Lu Zhaoyang sat up from the bed. "We are in a different time zone. It is morning in Washington while evening here." Lu Zhaoyang patiently explained. Huo Xu nodded, but he only half understood what that meant. "Yang Yang, are we going out?" He reminded her that he was here on vacation.

"All right."

It was only half-past five in the afternoon, going out is still a good idea. After all, Lu Zhaoyang could not sleep anyway. So, she called Huo Chen, and they left the hotel.

After dinner, they took Little Huo Xu for a stroll. Holding a large stick of candied haws in his hand, Little Huo Xu licked it happily, tainting the corners of his lips with sugar syrup.

"Yang Yang, Tiananmen Square looks better in real life than in the picture!" Little Huo Xu's pronunciation was not standard as his voice was childish. It was cute when he made an effort to speak.

"That is a must!" Lu Zhaoyang replied proudly. Seeing the soldiers standing guard at the square, she suddenly turned to look at the tall, handsome man beside her. "Have you ever thought about going back? I can not only see but also have a job. I can take the child back to Washington by myself. You don't have to worry about me anymore. The old lady will definitely have a way to get you back to the army."

"Don't be naive; I have retired." Huo Chen glanced at her and smiled. He would not be able to rejoin the army no matter how many backdoors he could try even if he wanted it.

Hearing this, Lu Zhaoyang bit her lower lip. Had Huo Chen not left back then, he might not have been only a major general now.

Back at the hotel in the evening, Little Huo Xu was too excited to sleep. He playfully jumped up and down wearing a Peking Opera mask. When he saw Lu Zhaoyang's tired face, he tucked the mask and cooperatively laid down in bed.

The next day, after thorough deliberation, Lu Zhaoyang decided to face all of this by herself, not wanting to get Huo Chen involved. She sent a text message to Huo Chen and took her son to the Huo family alone.

Since it had come to this, it did not make sense to cover things up anymore. Lu Zhaoyang decided to lay it on the line and prayed that Xue Yuming would not get too mad at her for the sake of the child.

The scenery on the way to the Huo family residence remained the same but Lu Zhaoyang was not in a mood to appreciate all this; she had butterflies in her stomach.

The clueless little guy was full of anticipation as he was going to see Yang Yang's mother.

The Huo family might be in decline but no one dared to underestimate their political influence and the residence of the Huo family was still as magnificent as ever.