WARNING! Tsundere President

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Wen He was feeling bored as she rummaged through the rack around her. It was an apartment in the military camp, she could not expect much. Obviously there was no fashion magazine or Girls' Weekly, only a bunch of magazines passionately detailing the size and shape of different missiles and tanks that literally hypnotized Wen He into slumber.

When she woke up, it was dusk and Huo Chen had not returned. As the ambience raided her into sleep again, she was not bothered. It was until the second morning after lunch, she started to become worried.

Don't tell me that he regretted the proposal and just ran away?!

Gosh, I shouldn't have taken that ring. I knew it's a trap. It's a trap, right?

"Ma'am!" Song Shou was at the door with news about Huo Chen, "Sir Huo is currently on an important mission. He won't be back in a few days. He requests you to stay here for the moment. He said he won't be happy if he did not see you here when he returned."

The embarrassingly sweet statement caused Wen He to cough.

"Tell your general to not worry. I won't go anywhere. Well, is he doing fine at his mission then?"

The question got Song Shou puzzled as he briefly shook his head. Wen He was too preoccupied by her boiling hormones that she did not notice the plight in his eyes. "Well, tell him I'll see him during dinner." And Wen He waltzed to the kitchen leisurely to learn more bread and butter about cooking from the janitor lady.

Time flew as she learned how to get the correct portions for her pork rib soup, dice chicken breasts and slice spring onions. A day without Huo Chen was not that bad but soon she got extremely bored from chopping garlic when there was not even WiFi in the apartment, let alone Netflix.

Five days passed, Huo Chen never showed up.

"This is getting weird." Wen He began putting on her thinking cap.

This is really strange. Huo Chen is a general in the military, therefore the commanders would never assign any trivial mission to him. Meanwhile, if he's assigned to any major operation, he would have told me or—Song Shou would at least tell me what exactly it is. And Song Shou isn't even with him? Isn't he his Aide-de-camp?

While she was figuring the issue out, she decided to try fixing the connection as well as the television. Based on her experience as an ex-organization member, the proximity of the signal coverage was too odd—no way the entire building could barely get a bar of signal. She frowned upon the screen saying "No Service" at the top right corner. The television, too. It seemed as if—

"They have been deliberately cut off!" Wen He concluded and strongly felt that Huo Chen purposely trapped her at the apartment. "I'm going out to check him out at the center." She marched towards the door and there were two soldiers that obstructed her way out, "Ma'am. Stay back."

"…" Wen He saw one of them being the one who took blankets for her before. They were probably Huo Chen's own men.

Did Huo Chen send his henchmen to keep me up here?

That means!

Huo Chen has gotten into something!

"Move!" She tried forcing her way out.

"Stay back, ma'am!"

"We do not intend to hurt you, so don't make us!"

"I said, move!"

"Ma'am!" Shouted Song Shou as he rushed upstairs, he panted, "Stay for just a few days more. Wait for Sir Huo to come back before anything!"

"Do I look like I was born yesterday?" The expression exposed Song Shou.

"Song Shou, be honest with me, what happened?"

Song Shou hesitated with his lips partly open yet frozen. She swung off the soldiers' grip, "Nevermind! Don't have to tell anything. I'll find it out myself. Get me to Huo Chen now or I'll beat up every one of you here."

"Ma'am—Can you just …" He pinched his brows, "Please believe Sir. He did everything just for you."

"I'm just worried that he just takes everything to himself!"

Wen He gasped, scowling as she spoke, "On the count of 3. If you do not agree, I can't promise what I'll do next."

"One!"

"Ma'am!"

"TWO!"

"…"

"Three!"

"Alright, alright!" Seeing Wen He about to raise her fist, Song Shou gave in, "Come with me." He sighed.

"Escort me."

They took a few steps forward but Song Shou stopped quickly as he urged Wen He, "Promise me, ma'am, that you'll remain calm no matter what you see next."

"Alright." Wen He said affirmatively.

And they went to the center.