Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“What are you doing? If you are thinking of jumping off the building, go elsewhere! Don’t dirty my place!”
Huo Yunting strode over, behind her, out of her field of vision, picking up his pace.
“I just want to see if the jasmines are still there, and I want to remove them.” Lu Zhaoyang looked confused.
“I threw them away.”
He grabbed her wrist and brought her out of the master bedroom, where the scent of the jasmine was still lingering. Was this woman not afraid of the itching?
Lu Zhaoyang followed him closely with a smile, which came from her heart.
Lu Zhaoyang spent the following weekend with Huo Yunting.
He helped her apply the medication every day. The hives and scratch marks on her body had healed considerably.
But Huo Yunting did not allow her to go out on Monday.
“Why?” She was neatly dressed, carrying a bag in her hand. “I have an important meeting today.”
“As important it is, you are not the one making the decision. Don’t see yourself as that important.”
Huo Yunting sat snugly on the couch, leisurely drinking his coffee.
“That is in Thunderbolt Corp. The president of our company, Ge Yu, is slacker than you are. So, I can make decisions. Please, today, I have an important business contract to discuss!”
Our company?
Huo Yunting glanced at her. He was more determined than before. “No. I mean it.”
“I have applied concealer, the rashes are no longer visible, and I am not going to make you lose face.” With her head in her hands, Lu Zhaoyang felt that Huo Yunting had become more and more overbearing.
He suddenly raised his hand and rubbed against her face. “Look, is it not visible now? Stay home.”
Lu Zhaoyang’s facial muscles tensed up. She stared at him with a faint smile. “Look at my face; are you happy about it?”
“Not bad.”
“So, you are happy, eh? I just want you to be happy.”
Lu Zhaoyang sat back down. “I will not go to work when you stop getting so worked up.”
It was true that her work was important, but Huo Yunting’s emotions were what she cared about now.
“You should only go to work after you have fully recovered.”
As overbearing as Huo Yunting seemed to be, he had his own ideas.
It was bizarre for a person from the capital to take all that trouble just to do that.
It was even more strange to hand over the power to Lu Zhaoyang, a newcomer who had just joined the company.
With all the unknowns, she had better not go.
Lu Zhaoyang felt like she was digging her own grave when buying a flower could land herself in such predicament.
She got closer to Huo Yunting as if she had thought of something. “What about you? You are not sick, why don’t you go to work? Don’t tell me that you are taking care of me.”
“Narcissistic.”
Lu Zhaoyang pouted. He stayed only because of her, apparently. If not, why? What a Tsundere! She thought.
“Mu Xian is getting married. Do you want to go to his wedding?”
“What? Is he marrying Ye Zhiyu?” Lu Zhaoyang appeared a little excited. “When?”
Huo Yunting was silent.
Because the bride was not Ye Zhiyu.
He had just learned about it.
As a successor to Mu’s family, the marriage of convenience was a natural thing to do. Mu’s father had long been having a suitable candidate in mind.
“This Saturday.” Huo Yunting replied as he came out of his daze.
“Then, I am going.” She had nothing to do at home on the weekend anyway.
Huo Yunting glanced at her with a sneer. How easy it was to distract her attention, he said to himself.
