Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Remember that massage I gave to you last time? Do you wanna try again?”
A brave move from Mo Shan as she walked round the giant desk, all the way to his throne.
“Have you learned any new tricks?” Replied Huo Yunting while resting on his throne, with a brief smile upon her.
“Of course.” She placed her handbag and strolled to his back like a mischievous little girl. She lifted her hands, only to realize the potential difficulty to carry out a massage in such a posture.
“Oh, who taught you?” Asked Huo interestingly.
Sure, Guru Mo Shan, you know nothing about the engagement, we’ll see.
“What do you mean by ‘who’? I’m not that kind of masseur, you meanie! There’s only my father and me at home, of course I practiced with him! I’m sincerely in love with you, I’ll never love again after meeting you.”
She went to his left and jer warm hands reached his shoulders.
That was when the door was wide open.
Wowie, look at the timing. Fate has tied the knot for us.
Lu.
Huo Yunting smiled brightly while Mo Shan’s hands retreated like a busted witch.
Why is it ALWAYS you the lucky one? From misfortune, you managed to escape, from fortune you are able to get!
Lu Zhaoyang sauntered right to his desk. She tossed the document onto the table frowning and walked away. The door was slammed shut. The sound was loud enough to probably reach every pantry in the building.
The president’s eyes darkened as he snickered.
He tilted his head to look at the time displayed at the corner of his screen. After that, he made a stretch. The dramatic performance shocked Mo Shan to death as she kept her arms and remained stumbled.
Shouldn’t he be mad right now, since Lu literally threw the files at his face?
Does he care so much about her that he could take whatever ruthless gesture from his sister?
Or was she so insignificant that the ill manners did not matter?
B-but! He gave her an overpriced necklace, with lovable eyes! My first hypothesis should be right.
A brother-sister relationship coming from two families, a combination of scandals, does he not really care about the perception of the public?
Huo Yunting rested his arms and passed her a gaze, as he picked the phone, “Sorry, Mo. I have a meeting in five minutes, you should head back now and we’ll have dinner tonight. I’ll call Huo Li to reserve a place for us.”
“Sure! I’ll wait for you.”
She took up her bag.
It seems like I had over thought about Brother Yunting.
Mo Shan gradually calmed down since Brother Yunting had hardly mentioned anything about his wife’s abduction.
“See you!” She left.
Huo Yunting gave an approving nod and the call had gone through after she left.
“Baby, come in~”
The call was hung up immediately. Lu Zhaoyang almost threw the entire phone to the ground. She was disturbed.
She did not want to go in. But he was the president after all, and she should not say no to her boss.
Her mind had a brief conference which came to a conclusion that implored her to still push the door at the President’s Office.
As if there was a starved monster inside, the moment the door was pushed open, she was pulled right into the office, onto the wall by a hand at her waist.
The door was softly closed as she saw Huo Yunting’s body right before her that trapped her with his arms.
The sequence of actions came so seamlessly she could not react in time.
She looked at the devil smiling upon her, with a confused gaze begging for an explanation.
“Were you angry or were you jealous?”
“…”
NEITHER!
Huo Yunting, with his mind replaying the scene where Lu stormed out of the office, touched her little chin with his right hand. His thumb was rubbing the slippery fair skin because of sweat.
“It’s alright to be jealous sometimes. It’s not embarrassing to have fallen for me, I’m a decent man after all.
Stop being so vain!
Decent? More like indecent!
Nothing good was ever uttered from your mouth!
Translator’s note:
Are you sure it’s not called WARNING: Tsundere Secretary?