WARNING! Tsundere President - Chapter 355

“Well—I’ll say ‘thank you’ then I guess,” said Lu Bai as he passed her the lightest bag in his grip.

They headed to the carpark and placed their groceries in the back of the car.

Lu Bai looked at her eyes inside the rear mirror, “Sorry for troubling you again, madam from downstairs. If you have any problems, you can always come to me.” He sat at the backseat with his legs closed.

Madam? Do I look that old? 

“Well—my name is Lu Zhaoyang, you can call me that from now onwards, by the way,” said Zhaoyang wryly.

“Are we talking about the same ‘Lu’?” The surname caught Lu Bai’s interest.

“Is your ‘Lu’ the one that means ‘the land’?”

“Yup,” confirmed Lu Zhaoyang promptly as her eyes all focused on the road. She could hear the very soft gasps from the excited young man however.

“That’s my surname too! I’m Lu Bai. Bai as in snow-white.” The little home-hogger had hardly encountered any human being. It was the first time he met someone with the exact surname as his. Akin to Columbus’s discovery, if you ask me.

“Mmmmmmhmmmmmm,” responded Lu approvingly, “That’s—a good name. At least it fits you.”

Yup, name your child after their skin color. Very liberalistic parents. 

“How do I word your name, Zhaoyang?”

“The morning sun,” answered Lu promptly.

“OH! That explains! No wonder you have such gorgeous smile! I still can’t believe we both have the same exact surname. Maybe we were families ages ago!” Lu Bai was sure excited as he leaned forward towards her, “So, is there anybody else in your family?”

Very good question! How should I summarize this? Can anyone in the comment section tell me? 

“My father passed away when I was very young and my mother joined another family.”

“Oh…” Lu Bai was a little stunned, “Well, both my parents passed away and I am all alone. It sounds like you’re alone too and we both share the same surname. I’m 23 this year. It shouldn’t be a problem if I address you as my elder sister, right? Sis?” Gleefully he said, with lovely dimples on his cheeks.

He is the typical handsome, young and sweet fellow one would see on Korean dramas these days. You know, the one who would hold your hands gently, make you lunchboxes and carry you when you broke your feet on your heels?

Imagine if Su Cheng sees it. Maybe he’ll be on KBS World or my Netflix’s news feed next month. 

Especially when he’s so ‘sociable’. What a way in getting yourself an elder sister.

“What’s with the silence, sis?” Lu Bai thought Zhaoyang did not like the new salutation at all, “Well—I’ll promise not to call you that anytime, anywhere, if that’s the case.”

“It’s totally fine. I’m older than you anyway. Call me ‘sis’ then.”

“Okie dokie.” And Lu Bai finally went back to his seat.

They arrived by the apartment and went upstairs. Lu Bai was behind Zhaoyang, with a smile of a boy next to an ice cream truck.

“So, you stay alone?”

“… Sometimes.” A safe answer from Zhaoyang, considering how the devil would show up from the underground at almost any second.

“Oh—my house is sort of occupied…” He wanted to say that he had guests at his place but he realized he should not tell that, “… by myself. Yeah, I’m staying alone too.”

“I can see that.”

Like if he does have guests over his place from time to time, he would have at least known it’s 4 degree Celsius today. 

Zhaoyang could not help but snicker at his apparel.

“Sis—I have a request. Can I visit you whenever I’m free?” Asked the boy before she entered her accomodation.

“Well, weekends, yes. Weekdays, no. I’ll be working.” She somehow liked the boy. At first she thought he might be a suspicious criminal on a runaway or something. However, the more she looked at him, the more he appeared to be a simple, even clumsy, adorable boy in his young adulthood.

“Alright then, see ya. I’ll be heading upstairs.” Zhaoyang waved him goodbye before vanishing in her apartment as the young boy continued hitting the stairs above with the large bags.

His smile remained bright as ever as he pushed the door open, only to be swarmed by a scream from the inside, “HELLO BAI! Took you forever to get home, did you get hit by a bullet too? I just picked out mine. I’m weak. I need food. NOW!”

Wen He was on the bed with bandages over her arm. She might have appeared weak as a lamb, but her voice still packed a volume.

“Be quiet or starve to death,” said Lu Bai as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Ugh…” Wen He got up from the bed and dragged her body to the kitchen, “What’s with all these groceries? I only asked for ONE meal. I swear any bride in your home will be angered to death. Geez, do you know how saving works?”

“It’s okay. I’m rich and I don’t need a wife,” replied Lu Bai as he took out the their dinner of pork livers and fish tonight.

“Tsk.” Wen He clicked her tongue as she leaned against the door frame, surveying the busy man dicing and dumping meat into the pot, “You’re the sole heir to the Lu family. Are you telling me that you’ll be the last descendant to your family? Oh wait. I forgot. You’re a home-hogger. How would you even get a wife of your own? How do you even get girls? Be honest with me, am I the very first woman you spoke within these 8 months?”

“No.”

“The chatty housewives at the supermarket don’t count, darling.”

“Well, the supermarket doesn’t only contain chatty housewives. There are other people, like a young and beautiful girl—the lady living downstairs for example. She has a bright smile.”

Oh? Lady downstairs?

Wen He raised her brows and pondered before leaving the room. The curiosity drove her all the way down to the only door on Level 4. She heard footsteps stampeding towards the door after the doorbell buzzed.

Now let me see who got our Lu Bai’s heart.

“Yes? Is there anything?” Said a middle-aged woman, about twice her size, talking at the top of her lungs.

“SORRY! WRONG HOUSE!” Wen He turned away but she held her steps immediately.

Wait a second, Wen He. That woman looks old enough to have a daughter about Lu Bai’s age. Maybe she has one.

“HOLD IT!” She barged in and grabbed the woman’s hand at the door, “Do you happen to have a daughter, ma’am? The prettier one.”

“Excuse me, I’m not that old. I’m only 30 this year and I only have one child and it’s a boy. Go somewhere else for a scam, phony!” The door was slammed shut. Luckily Wen He withdrew her hand from the mouse trap quickly enough.

Please don’t tell me it’s this wicked, old—Brrrrr…

” She has a bright smile .” Lu Bai’s voice echoed.

Bright smile.

She could not help but shudder at the nightmarish imagery in her mind.

Wen He bent down and grabbed the handle by the stairs, “Boss, I’m so sorry. I should have looked after Bai as much as possible. Now he’s on the twisted path…” She literally felt like jumping off the stairs, “Did he pick up that—’classy’ taste from you, boss?” Mumbled, she tugged her broken body and broken heart back to the kitchen. Her soulless eyes reflected the silhouette of a diligent little chef by the sink.

“Dude, what makes you love that ‘lady’ downstairs?” Somehow she could no longer feel the pain on her arm. It was the agony—AGONY that was more painful in her heart.

“Well, her face is pretty. Her smile’s pretty. Her body’s pretty too. She’s kind and gentle too. She helped me a few times,” said Lu Bai without hesitation.

“Well—as long as you’re happy with that…” Wen He’s cheek twitched, still in disbelief on the fact that Bai had gone for a mature married woman. That woman even had a son! Wen He prayed to the boss and heaven that this little boy would not become a family breaker.

She could not advise him to stop. He was a hard nut to crack after all.

He probably would only comply the moment she knocked him out and dragged him out of the scene, like the time before—He probably would have been gone forever if she did not do that.

He was seriously like a bull!

“Achoo!” That was the fourth sneeze Lu Zhaoyang made during dinner, that she started wondering if she was actually allergic to the herbs she bought for dinner.

Back to the wounded woman and young boy at Level 5, “Come on. You’re a man! Eat up! Eat more!” Wen He was urging the boy to stop eating like a kitten.

“If Boss knows his precious son is skinnier than a rail. He probably would come for me from his grave.”

Lu Bai passed a glance, “Sounds great. I’ll make sure he won’t go back the moment he got out of the grave.”

“We are having these dishes merely because of you. You need more blood.” He frowned as he stared at the pile of dark crimson slices on the plate, “I never liked pork livers.”

“Huh?” She was bewildered, “I don’t remember our boy was a picky eater.”

“Well now he is,” said Lu Bai with his eyes gawked at her, “Looks like you are completely revitalized. Well then, you can leave the house after this. The door’s over there. Have a good night.”