WARNING! Tsundere President

Huo Yunting reached out with his hand, but instead of accepting the cup, he swiped it away.

Crash! The cup landed on the floor and broke into pieces.

Glass fragments and clear water spread beside Mo Shan’s feet. She took a few steps back out of surprise.

“I said coffee.”

Huo Yunting looked at Lu Zhaoyang flippantly, oblivious to the water marks on his suit pants.

Lu Zhaoyang looked at the broken cup on the floor, and then picked up the tissue box from his desk and circled around to him.

She did not immediately bend down to pick up the broken pieces, but instead turned her head to the side to look at Mo Shan. “I’m sorry to have frightened you, Ms Mo. Could you please step away so that you won’t be injured?”

Mo Shan felt some fragments crunching underneath her soles, and quickly picked up her bag. The smile on her face looked forced.

“Brother Yunting, let’s have dinner tonight, shall we? I’ll book a place at the restaurant.” She looked at Huo Yunting with anticipation, her hands clutched tightly around her bag.

“I think I have something on tonight, right, Secretary Lu?” His eyes remained glued to Lu Zhaoyang.

“You do.”

Lu Zhaoyang bent down to pick up the broken pieces with tissue.

“… I see. Then I’ll leaving now, we’ll try to arrange next time.” Mo Shan flashed a glare at Lu Zhaoyang, and then left unwillingly.

For some reason, Lu Zhaoyang had a feeling that Huo Yunting had flung the cup away to make Mo Shan leave.

After Mo Shan had left, the office became eerily quiet as Lu Zhaoyang picked up the broken pieces of the cup into the bin.

Lu Zhaoyang’s presence seemed to have brightened up Huo Yunting’s mood. He began to work through some documents.

Lu Zhaoyang took a quick look at him and noticed that he was back at work, so she reigned in whatever dissatisfaction she had.

After she was done, a glance at the clock told her that it was already past lunchtime.

“It’s time for lunch. Should we go out together, or should I send your lunch up here?”

“Let’s go.” He flung away his pen.

There was no one outside, but as Huo Yunting walked with his characteristic long strides, he also seemed to be moving slowly… as if he was waiting for her.

“You shouldn’t have coffee yet, it will slow down your recovery.”

There was no one in the elevator, so Lu Zhaoyang thought to explain to Huo Yunting about her reasoning.

Huo Yunting replied without expression, “If you look after me, I won’t drink it.”

“Alright.”

She did not want him to scar. It would only serve as a constant reminder that it was her fault.

The silverish walls in the elevator reflected a faint smile that slowly grew on his face. Even with his headache bandaged, the smile made him look dazzling.

For the next few days, Lu Zhaoyang kept a close eye on his diet. His wound was already a fading pink line on his forehead. Give it a few more days, and it would disappear completely.

On this particular day, Huo Yunting received a phone call. After he hung up, he promptly left the office by himself, driving to a peaceful and high-end mental asylum.

This was a good place for the mind to recover. His mother, Qiu Ran, was staying here.

Huo Yunting was greeted by her doctor, who gave him a report on his mother’s condition recently.

“Ms Qiu’s mental condition is serious. She fluctuates between having a clear mind and going into psychosis. Most importantly, when her mind is her own, she refuses to accept the treatment. This makes it worse for her. If it continues, it will be difficult to heal her completely.”