WARNING! Tsundere President

Lu Zhaoyang could no longer contain her anger. She dragged his arm and went to the seat in the far most corner and pressed him down onto it.

“So you’re drinking?”

“I think you’re meddling a little too much,” whispered Huo Yunting with his eyes squinted. His tone was unusually laid-back, alarming to her ears.

Lu Zhaoyang sat next to him, her voice was gentle as her eyes not retreating from his threat, “I must admit I was meddling a bit too much lately. But as long as you have your meals punctually and promise to take good care of yourself, I’ll leave right now. If you don’t want to see me, you better be having dinner at home now.” She grabbed his arm again and tried lifting him but he would not even budge.

Gosh, he sure has some strength left given that he has not eaten anything today.

“You might have a bad mood but that doesn’t mean you need to skip meals to express it.”

The man decided to turn a deaf ear to her advice. She eventually took a different approach, “Well, look at me. I have hardly eaten anything today. I lost all appetite seeing you like this. At this rate, we would be going to the hospital soon.”

“Fine with me. At that point, I don’t have to do a thing to get myself fed. There’ll be nurses feeding me spoon by spoon and there will be a doctor watching my health for you. So you could rest in peace.”

Lu Zhaoyang lost really badly but she refused to admit defeat, “Fine! Do whatever you want. Go get yourself fed! Go get yourself confined on the bed! I won’t eat as long as you don’t, you hear me?”

And Huo Yunting became speechless for the next few minutes.

“Huo Yunting?” Seeing her man in dismay, Lu Zhaoyang’s rage slowly faded away as she realized she might have spoken a little too harsh to him. She reached out her little hand and wrapped upon his, gently she pleaded, “Can we go for dinner, please?”

“You…”

“I have no opinion on anything now. Our dinner, your call—like—I’m—not feeling good—my stomach is aching—maybe I was starved for way too long…” She put up her acting skills as she rubbed her belly, bending down, not forgetting to pick her man up from the seat.

The big man finally cooperated as he got up with her lift and walked through the noisy crowd under her lead.

The air felt fresher as Lu Zhaoyang exited the bar.

She could feel Huo Yunting’s fingers wriggling in her hand trying to break free. She grabbed it tighter with all the strength she could muster.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you go once we reach the restaurant.”

“Wow, you’re worried about me this much. You love me, don’t you?” Muttered Huo Yunting in an annoyed tone as he swung his gripped hand a few times and followed her at last, though he sneered menacingly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you, happy?” She said it out of guilt, believing that it was fine to just act according to his will.

They went to a fancy Western restaurant nearby by the car. Zhaoyang went for his hand again the moment she exited her car, fearing that the boy would ditch her and forfeit his promise.

Huo Yunting lowered his head and frowned at his gripped hand. Even though he knew that her little confession at the bar was merely an act to please him, he still felt a little happy. Almost wanting to smile.

It would be okay to just obey her for once, he thought.

Gosh, I never thought I would grow so much on her. My life has been in havoc thanks to her and her mother. Is this what an accursed fate is like? 

When the waitress led them to a table, Lu Zhaoyang loosened her grip and sat opposite him.

While they were digging in, she would take a quick peek at him from time to time and would only get back to her food once she saw her man eating.

Dinner ended peacefully as they got back to the bar entrance.

“Do you need Huo Li to pick you up?”

“Sorry to disappoint. I’m not handicapped and I’m not mentally disabled either. I knew whether if I could drive home myself,” said Huo Yunting as he slammed the door shut and went back into the bar.

Zhaoyang sighed and typed a quick message to Huo Li before zooming away.