WARNING! Tsundere President

Madam Xue was given care fairly well. Her maid was refilling her rice bowl immediately. Her husband was feeding her the stew as if treating a baby while she was smiling brightly like a promoted politician at a press release, unlike her own daughter who appeared to be not—really into the exotic cuisine before her.

After the dinner, Lu Zhaoyang escorted her mother back to the room. Her mother had a seat and held her hand endearingly, “Yang, be honest with mommy. Do you really think mommy should not have this child?”

Looking into her loving gaze, Zhaoyang smiled and shook her head lightheartedly, “Nah, it’s just I felt you should be cautious about things. You got to be responsible for your own body and I am worried for you.”

Her mother let go of her reply as she caressed her stomach, “Thanks to our family, I can feel I’m in very good shape now. The doctor might have exaggerated certain things. I believe that the baby will be fine with good rest.”

“Alright, I’ll be staying with you for the next few days then.”

“You aren’t going back? What about your job? It should be the busiest season of the entire year—I remember what your granny told me…” Huo Yunting brought Zhaoyang to safety by claiming to the old lady that the company was very busy preparing for the ending quarter of the year. Madam Xue was perplexed.

“We pretty much have everything covered, don’t you worry. Even our colleagues are already discussing their vacation plans now.”

“Okay then, sweetie. You stay with mommy!”

“I guess you should be in bed now. Good night, mommy.”

“Good night, sweetie.” Lu Zhaoyang then left the room with a friendly wave at her mother. She did not return to her room that quick since she was not sure if Huo Yunting was hiding inside there. She had a quick stroll in mind in the garden as she pushed the backdoor open. There might be heavy snow before but the garden was pretty much cleared by then. The humidity caught Lu Zhaoyang nonetheless. She relaxingly walked in the garden with her hands in the pockets of her coat. The remaining roses looked even prettier like little rubies within the clouds. Zhaoyang was so mesmerized that she sauntered a few miles before her phone rang out of the blue.

“Yeeessssss?” She said lethargically upon looking at the caller ID.

“I don’t care where you are right now. Be at the living room in five minutes. We are going back to the city, now.”

It was Huo Yunting.

“Just head back without me. I’m not going back. I want to stay with my mother. Plus, I’ve covered most of the ground in the latest project,” she said calmly as she turned back to the mansion.

I shouldn’t have said that. He’s obviously mad over what happened tonight. What if he got so mad he went to tell mommy about our actual relationship? She might be so agitated that the baby…Oh no!

“Huo Yunting?” She did not get a reply other than the mechanical beeps of death.

He hung up, oh no! I must head back right now!

She removed her heels and began sprinting towards the mansion, ignoring the spikes of roses, the unruly grasses and frozen puddles on the ground.

She must stop him before fatal words were uttered.

The frigid air was spiking her nose as she chomped through the wind of the night. Her back was completely wet, she was sweating—not sure it was out of her intense movements or her panic. The mansion felt so much farther than she ever imagined as she charged through the fenced and spacious garden. She arrived by the porch and slammed the door open, during which the dry, heated air wrapped upon her tousled hair.

Her eyes skimmed through the living room frantically. The imagined screams and smashes did not happen. In the warmly lit living room, there was only Huo Yunting who was sipping his black coffee on the couch.

“Are you sure you aren’t leaving?” Said Huo Yunting nonchalantly upon hearing her footsteps and the clatters of her heels.

“I—I just thought you have left.” Lu walked towards the couch opposite him, “Do you need me to see you off?”

Huo Yunting chuckled, “Sure~You can see me off at the city before coming back here. How does that sound?”

“How near,” said Lu Zhaoyang, rolling her eyes as she stood up, “Thunderbolt Corp. needs you, my dear *president*.”

“The president needs his secretary. How can he work without the secretary next to him?”

Well, excuse me? You want to leave or what?

Ugh! Do whatever you like then, you wild man!

Lu sighed and walked upstairs.

You’re a grown man. I’m not your mommy. I have my own mommy to take care of.

Nightfall came quickly in winter. The world turned completely dark not too long after Lu fell asleep in her room.

She got up from her bed, feeling refreshed after a quick nap. She looked over the stairs at the dining table. As expected, the man was still there.

“Try this, dear. This is known to make the baby stronger,” said Huo Zhenning as he fed Madam Xue a spoon of abalone stew.

“Oh, honey. You don’t have to do this. I can eat just fine by myself,” replied Madam Xue with a smile.

During dinner, the old man and woman ate happily while the young man and woman dug in cautiously.