WARNING! Tsundere President

Lu Zhaoyang walked past Tang Mu calmly without even glancing at him.

Tang Mu stared at her with his mouth open for a second, then he hastened his steps and followed Lu all the way to the roadside. The bouquet of roses was waved vigorously as he took heavy steps in his expensive-looking Bally.

When they got to the road, a Maybach zoomed into the scene and stopped right before her before he could tap on her shoulder and talk to her. The door was opened gently, “Miss Lu, do you remember me?” Lin Jingzhi got out of the car with a warm smile like a prince getting off his white horse,.

It was undeniable that this man was truly a prince who could charm probably anyone, especially women.

Lu recognized him immediately at first glance.

Okay, great, now it’s getting more and more interesting.

Now I feel more like a female protagonist of a romance genre.

If only I could live until the “happily-ever-after” part of the story…

“I’m sorry. Who are you again?” Replied Lu ruthlessly.

It did not work on Lin Jingzhi however, for he retained his smile. “It’s alright. As long as I remember you. Your beauty has left something in my heart. So, perhaps, we could have a brief meal if you are available tonight?” He asked as he walked around the car and invited her with a bow.

Lu was going to turn him down politely this time but Mo Shan’s voice echoed in her mind, “Oh, sister, you sure are a manizer. Big time!”

I don’t remember being this kind of person in this story? How come I never knew I am this popular with men 134 chapters before?

Unless—someone had done something…

And we all know who that is.

I mean, come on, two men showed up at the same time to pick me up for a date? And of all times it happened RIGHT BEFORE Huo? Do I look like I’m Snow White? Biting an apple bait when it’s obviously poisoned?

“Please, Zhaoyang. We have been classmates for years, so I’ll be frank. I’ve loved you since ages ago. It’s just that… well, you got your—you know what I’m saying. That’s not the point. The point is… I hope you could, at all mercy, spare me a chance to love you the way you deserve. It all just takes a nod!” Proposed Tang sincerely, probably the cheesiest proposal Lu had heard of in all of her life, causing Lu to frown, real hard.

I’ll be retarded if I agreed to that!

It was the end of working hours. There were more and more groups of people leaving the company. Gazes were occasionally passed around. Lu’s colleagues were among them. They would have ran to Lu and joined the drama but the noir president was there so they walked away, pretending that nothing happened.

Speaking of which, the president was standing there, yawning, acting like he did not care, even though his eyes lustered with intense interest at the lady of the show.

“Zhao Yang, I was rather occupied that night, my apology for my lack of hospitality for not sending you home myself. It won’t happen again,” said Lin Jingzhi expressively.

Sure, sure, ever thought of joining Hollywood? It’ll be a waste if you don’t.

“I’m sorry. I already have a man whom I love. So, I’ll have to say ‘no’ to both of you,” declared Lu coldly as she walked around Lin Jingzhi and left the scene after flagging down a taxi.

Mo Shan’s eyes were large like Lady Tremaine’s. She glared at that taxi speeding away, with hoping that the tyres would burst and that the car would make a dramatic flip and plunge into the building nearby so that Lu Zhaoyang would cease to exist!

Yes, she’s a nuisance to this world! Obviously, the “man whom she loves” must be Huo Yunting.

How shameless of her to love her biological brother!

“If you would excuse me.” Lin Jingzhi waved to Huo briefly before he too, departed in his Maybach.

Meanwhile, Tang Mu walked in front of Mo Shan, brandishing his rose like a child. “Miss Mo, if she will not accept the roses, I believe you will.”

Mo Shan raised one of her brows in disgust. Tang Mu must be one decent man to give the same flower to another woman when one refused it.

Do I look like a trash lady?

“Don’t worry. Yunting will give me the same bouquet tonight. Keep the roses to yourself,” Mo Shan gave a quick tug at Huo’s sleeve, “Let’s go!”

Huo finally started walking, while his eyes gazed at the direction where Lu was headed.

Lu was right.

She did have a man whom she loved more than anybody else.

It simply was not the president.