WARNING! Tsundere President

Chapter 442: Sir, I knew I was wrong

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Spit it, ma’am, what can I do for you?” She splat a few sunflower seeds and chuckled.

“Yeah, speaking of your big brother, he’s moody lately, any advice? I have mustered all my strength and brainpower, he won’t even smile and tonight he— sighs...” It was a long sigh Lu Zhaoyang made.

“That’s simple! No wife and husband left the argument overnight, especially when your husband, my good old brother is such a bedding master. Of course you’ll communicate with him on bed. Trust me, nothing works better than ‘breakfast-on-bed’. If it didn’t work the first time, try it again. If not, third time’s the charm. Just take your clothes off and spread your thighs, drain him. See if he still has the stamina to throw a tantrum.”

“Have you ever thought the likelihood of *me* being completely drained instead?”

“There’s no tunnel that crumbles, only a drill that breaks down when it’s hard.”

“Bad analogy. NEXT!”

“Hah! Well, wasn’t he back to the room? I heard the water flowing,” said Yan Se with a wolf whistle and a lifting tone towards the end, “My lord, His Majesty is visiting your bed. Your Highness, allow me to excuse myself for the night. Also, serve my lord.” And she hung up.

Lu Zhaoyang checked out the time—it was truly midnight. She rolled yawning into the bed and fell asleep quickly. She thought when her man joined her in the bed, they could have small talk but the next moment she woke up, it was already daybreak.

As the morning sun pricked her eyes and she woke up, Huo Yunting was nowhere to be seen.

Huo Yunting departed early according to the maids.

Well, he seems to remain eager to live judging from how he still goes to work early...

Zhaoyang thought as she scooped herself cereal soaked in cold milk.

Meanwhile, at Thunderbolt Corp., Huo Li was carrying a thick folder of documents that covered the shooting case at Rong City the night before, laughing proudly at his efficient discovery as he waltzed into the President’s Office.

“Good morning, Brother Ting! Wowie, lookie here! We didn’t see each other for just a few hours and now you look all pumped, as if a few years younger!” Huo Li decided to initiate the conversation with his daily buttering-up session.

“Get on with the report.” And Huo Yunting did not give an eff about it as usual.

“Ahem,” the fanboy cleared his throat, “Apparently, it was the second master on his mission last night. The shooter was a woman, you know, that lassie who’s associated with Lu Bai named Wen He? You won’t believe the drama. As expected from Second Master, I mean, she’s someone from the terrorists! And he actually recruited her! I can already imagine how she sniped somebody while she lifted her skirt. I swear the authority now can make anybody vanish without a sign of her,” reported Huo Li as he spread out the reports on Huo Yunting’s desk.

“It’s called ‘correcting the wrongs with rights’, Huo Li.”

“Yes, sir. Absolutely, yes, yes. I see, you’re a man of culture as well!” Said Huo Li gleefully. If anything, compliment the great lord first!

Huo Yunting passed a glance through the corner of his eyes, “Fancy cleaning up the toilet today?”

“Absolutely not, sir!” Huo Li got into stance straight as a military man.

Huo Yunting skimmed through the description on the report. Neither Huo Chen nor Lu Zhaoyang’s new boss was hurt in the scene. Well, now his woman could calm down.

The injuries were apparently money laundering figures, well, none of my business. I’m more concerned on something else.

“President of Ge Yu Corp., go check him out.”

“OK!”

——

Speaking of the terrorist pair, they were on the way out of Rong City inside a military jeep. The route back to their city was more—”revealing” than they imagined.

“Oh, sir, I knew I was wrong, I admit it, happy? I never intended to shoot him down. I didn’t know he’s THAT weak, I mean who dies with one single bullet? That’s my first time actually killing somebody. But well, sir, he did commit a crime that deserves a capital punishment—So, you know, maybe...” Wen He’s body fell and wrapped upon Huo Chen on his seat.

“Sit straight.” Huo Chen pushed her away and threw a harsh glare.