WARNING! Tsundere President

>I’m confused—For some reason—as Huo Yunting grew more distant lately, he felt more like Xiang Jinxi.
The vibes they sent off are so—similar…

Are they—somehow related?

The president passed a glance at his secretary whose eyes lingered upon him.
His lips flattened as he turned his head away, deciding to avoid eye-contact for the moment.

They did not depart early enough as the sun was already setting when they reached Rong City.
The business meeting was pretty smooth-sailing at least.

It was the birthday of the client’s wife that night, for which they decided to hold a birthday dinner.

No wonder the president asked me to bring a dress…

Zhaoyang thought as she entered the venue with President Xiang.
She nearly staggered as she stepped upon the lace of her light purple long dress since she saw someone among the crowd.

The alpha, whose destiny was to be worshipped.

The devil.

Huo Yunting? Why is he here?! And he’s drinking, smiling so bright.

President Xiang’s face stiffened briefly the moment his secretary tripped over herself.
But he recovered fairly quickly afterwards.

As expected from an experienced head secretary, what a woman, capable of hiding her own emotions.

He was impressed.

Huo Yunting felt the urge of attending the dinner for some reason after receiving Zhaoyang’s message the night before.

His instinct was not without reason as that woman was with another man.

Is that her new boss? The man holding her.

Wait—he looks familiar—but where—Where have I seen this man before?

Oh wow, look at them, wrapping arms with each other, how sweet.

Huo Yunting’s grip tightened, the wine was shaking in the glass.

“What an honor to have you here, Mr.
Huo.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He had lost the mood to entertain compliments from people.

Lu Zhaoyang fetched a glass of red wine from the waiter and took a sip, smiling sweetly upon initiating a conversation with the guests around.

President Xiang whispered softly into her ears, “You know how to dance?”

“Yeah?” She nodded.
As a frequent function attendant, she must know how to dance.

Wait what? Are we dancing??

The exchange did not escape the eyes of the devil as his smile grew awkward and tense.