<h4>Chapter 352: 352、I’m in Love with You II</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Lu Zhaoyang pinched her forehead as she stumbled upon the rack twice her height, filled with books both paperback and hardcover as thick like an encyclopedia. What a task, she thought as she remembered Huo Yunting explicitly requesting her to arrange the books ording to the first letter of the authors’st name.


    “Great, now I have to take the book out, look for the author’s name and figure out which one’s thest name,” she muttered as she tossed one of the books back. Some names of Asian origin like Kazuo Ishiguro, Harper Lee, Ruth Ozeki were easy to tell, but it looked like Huo Yunting read books by almost every nationality in the world. “Francois Marie Arouet de Voltaire?” She frowned, “Okay—is Voltaire thest name?”


    “Yes!” She made an eyeroll upon hearing her man replying from the back.


    “Okay, that’s a ‘V’ then.”


    There were a few books by George Eliot, that would be an ‘E’.


    It was weird because Huo’s collection only involved these few authors. Bewildered, she heaved the little stack of books by Barry Unsworth up the rack.


    Zhaoyang’s gasp lifted her fringe as she started to arrange the books ording to height. She noticed how a handful of books did not even have their wrappings removed. A few books were thoroughly read judging from the loose bindings holding the pages though.


    Huo Yunting sighed while he observed his woman doing the chores for him as he sipped his coffee.


    <i>I thought she was the smart one. Why can’t she tell anything? Letters of the author’sst name. She even arranged it in the order I expected.</i>


    Ishiguro


    Lee


    Ozeki


    Voltaire


    Eliot


    Unsworth


    I-L-O-V-E-U


    I love you.


    ——


    It was a much heavier workout than she imagined to haul books around. It was even more tiring for Lu Zhaoyang when she thought about the fact that she was no longer associated with Thunderbolt Corp.


    Huo Yunting was working as usual—leaning against the back of his throne, checking out films of an unknownnguage without subtitles, assigning tasks to secretaries over thendline, signing documents when her ex-colleagues came in. It was awkward when that happened. It was no doubt these ex-colleagues of hers would pass her a nce in disbelief whenever they came in as if she had just returned from another dimension.


    It was the work of a morning maid when Lu Zhaoyang wiped the rack. She then took a brief lunch with Huo Yunting, silently of course, not sure if she was too tired to speak or her eyeroll convinced Huo Yunting to not talk to her. In the afternoon she plunged into the resting room and started cleaning like an outsourced janitor.


    Few hourster she walked to the spacious desk in the room, “My dear president,” sarcastically she initiated, “Is everything okay?” She tried her best.


    “Kinda,” murmured Huo Yunting, his back leaning against the throne as he turned the monitor to her.


    It was a scene of...


    “GOLDEN CITY?” She bent down to have a closer look.


    It was a video and a terrifying sound rang the moment Huo Yunting hit the spacebar.


    BANG!


    The gunshot stirred up amotion inside the hall. The bullet was aimed right at a stranger, while Chen? He was just a side-character which did not stay on the screen for more than 2 seconds. He seemed to be after a woman.


    The video ended.


    “That’s it?” She looked at Huo Yunting.


    <i>So Chen is alright? He’s not hurt? </i>


    “Yes. Your little prince is fine. That’s all.” He turned the monitor back to him and smiled wryly.


    She stood back up and patted the dust off her body, “Well, all done. I still have work to do. I’ll be home tonight to cook you dinner. Got to go.” She caught onto her husband’s message however that he was angry.


    “Alright,” he responded briefly. At least his woman knew he was mad and needed some attention.


    “Thank you for your information.” She bowed and took her purse before storming her way to Ge Yu Corp. She believed she was in luck, considering how the president of Ge Yu Corp. was nearly invisible in her office life, although she got to admit that the big man had been visiting thepany quite frequently recently.


    “It can’t be that bad right?” Mumbled Zhaoyang as she exited the elevator.


    It could be that bad, unfortunately.


    “Special Assistant Lu,” the voice rang coldly at the door right after she ced her bag at the seat. It was Yuan Li, her interviewer during recruitment. Her usual smile was nowhere to be found, “The president has been looking for you.”


    “Okay, thank you.” She then hurried her way to the President’s Office, where Xiang Jinyan was reviewing the contract in his hands. The sunlight was gentle as it showered upon his majesty, giving his face finally a bit of friendliness it deserved.


    “Sir.”


    President Xiang tossed the document to the table upon hearing her voice, he lifted his eyes, “What’s your basic responsibility as my special assistant?”


    “Standing by yourmand at all times. My apologies for that. It won’t happen next time.” Her phone was already dead after that whole night without charging. She could not imagine the influx of mails when her phone resuscitated.