WARNING! Tsundere President - Chapter 573

Lu Bai escorted Wen He back to their car. He turned on the engine and quickly turned up the heat.

“You better explain the whole situation now!”

“Well—You’ll leave first. Your passport is at Locker No. 0102 next to the airport. My birthday would be the passcode. I promise both Ol’ Jiu and I will come to you as soon as possible,” said Lu Bai expressionlessly as they departed for the airport.

“No!” Wen He refused to be left alone. She spat her tongue, “It’s too late to dump me now. Do you think I’m the kind of person who would leave without the two comrades of mine here? No.”

No way I will ever do that! 

“I never thought it would be so hard for a criminal to turn over a new leaf these days. People won’t even give us a chance. I’m starting to miss Mr. Huo now. At least he’s someone who could communicate. These men are simply inhumane and ruthless!” Wen He’s rage was boiling as she spoke.

“Speaking of that man, he seemed to be back to the capital.”

“Okay, you’ll take over here for now while I go to have a talk with Huo Chen. I mean, even if we broke out by force eventually, we would still be wanted by the world.”

“Sure but you must ensure your safety too. It’s better for you to not intervene anything here. It might only get worse.”

“Fine. Ensure your own safety too.” Lu Bai gave a nod at Wen He before seeing her off at the airport. The hot air warmed up his flimsy body like a gentle hug. His clothes were all dried up by the time he got home. He tidied up his appearance and parked the car by his apartment. It felt like a dream when he saw Yan Se leisurely watching TV while having snacks in her mouth at the porch. “Lu Bai, you sure wield a metal pole.” She chuckled, slicing the apple in her hand, “I need food. Cook them, pronto.”

Yan Se gave the quiet boy a glance and let the TV’s noises fill the place.

Great, our little boy just had a big adventure out there huh? Hmph, even Xiang Jinxi’s PA is there. What a show. 

“I’m always pumped,” muttered Lu Bai as he walked to the kitchen.

Huo Yunting once told Yan Se that she had her a private chef to cook for her whenever needed. But ever since Lu Bai came to her apartment, she never had to ring the chef again. Nevertheless, the little boy’s adventure was not that pleasing to her eyes.

Tsk. Lu Bai, you better be not doing anything funny without my supervision or don’t blame me for not protecting you when my boss made his move!

Lu Bai was washing cabbages at the basin, under the sound of running water, he heard Yan Se from behind, “Lu Bai-boy, did you let another woman step into my car?”

He turned his head, only to see Yan Se brandishing a lipstick as she leaned against the door frame. It was the lipstick Wen He used on the way to their operation.

“You can have fun with women but don’t let them get onto my car. It’s not hygienic,” she said, annoyed before tossing the lipstick into the rubbish bin next to Lu Bai.

“Anyway, that car is all yours now. Take it as a compensation from my ‘intrusion’ before this. Don’t worry, my boss will get me a new ride.” She then went upstairs.

Lu Bai glimpsed the lipstick in the bin.

Well, at least I have solid evidence that I did pick up a woman out there.

Yan Se wouldn’t suspect one bit. 

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Few hours later nearing midnight, Huo Chen was dragging his five o’ clock shadow as he headed to the carpark. He loosened his necktie, sighing at the fate of the family corporation despite his weeks of effort living in the office.

If it was not the nights he spent making ends meet, the corporation would have announced bankruptcy immediately. Still, it did not mean that he was already safe by then.

He opened the door to his car and fell upon the backseat. He did not gesture his driver to make the move. Instead, he decided to have forty winks.

How long can the corporation last? He wondered as he was running out of solutions. He was never built for running businesses yet he was pushed to this war field of white-collars and fallen graphs while being beaten up by Xiang Jinxi and his league. The outcome should be clear.

Before he could sit up and make a word, the inertia of the car caused him to fall. The driver made a move without his instruction.

At first he believed that his driver could tell that he needed to be home as soon as possible but that flamboyant smell of shampoo suggested him otherwise.

He opened his eyes wide and saw that pair of slender arms holding the steering wheel.

“W-Wen He?”