<h4>Chapter 421: NEVER TELL HIM I’M HERE!</h4>


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


    “Yeah, yeah. I’m your trash bin, just pour in all the emotions you have,”she said as she leaned towards the table and picked bits of Yunting’s favorite dishes into a small bowl, “Well, eat something first. If you need more, I’ll prepare.”


    <i>Right, your cautious, sweet move won’t get me, woman. It only tells more about your guilt. </i>


    <i>I swear you must have said something to my mother, that’s why she killed herself in the first ce!</i>


    Yunting cleared his throat, “I dare not. Who knows if I’ll be rotting by the street tomorrow.” He jumped up from his throne and stormed away with his phone and car keys.


    “Hey, where are you going?” Lu Zhaoyang went after him with the bowl in her grip. The man left with really hasty steps, that she could only watch her man disappearing by the door, “Why would I even harm you...” she muttered at the corridor.


    Lin Yazhi got out of the Secretary’s Office and bumped into her ex-colleague, in shock she ran to her, “Zhaoyang, what’s wrong? What happened to the President?”


    “Nothing. Just premature menopause,” Lu Zhaoyang joked expressionlessly.


    “Huh??”


    “I—I have to go now. Tell me if anything happened to him, especially when he’s throwing a tantrum. I’ll give you concert tickets in return.”


    Lin Yazhi’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ upon hearing the offer, “No problem! Let Detective Lin handle it!” Her eyes were wide as she was excited.


    Lu Zhaoyang nodded before heading back into the office to pack everything up and leave the ce.


    She drove back to Ge Yu. She pondered with a palm on her chin inside her office wondering how in the world she should cheer up her man.


    She sighed. Everything felt so much easier back then. Huo Yunting would probably smile if she showed resistance but things had changed apparently.


    Lu Zhaoyang was not entirely focused on her work throughout the whole afternoon. There was once she pressed “No” when the Excel worksheet asked to save changes. She could not care less. Right when it was five o’ clock, she got up and rushed to the carpark before driving back to Huo Yunting’s house.


    “W-wee?” The maids were surprised by her visit.


    <i>Sighs, the young master’s mood has been badtely. He threw fruit knives onto the wallst night just because we served them pizza with pineapple slices. And now, the mistress is here. I knew it. She would only show up when the master is moody. </i>


    <i>Gosh, I can’t stand walking on eggshells everyday! Please reconcile quickly!</i>


    Pleaded the maids in their mind as they watched the mistress heading to the kitchen directly.


    She did not intend to visit Huo Yunting that soon at first, but it was Huo Li who told her that his Brother Ting did not eat anything during their lunch. All Brother Ting did was gargle a few cans of beers.


    So she decided to arrive and cook him food.


    <i>I knew everything sounds pretentious of me right now—considering how Huo Yunting might not eat MY food. </i>


    <i>But you know, I just can’t—I just can’t leave him alone.</i>


    <i>Let’s see... </i>


    Lu Zhaoyang picked a few recipes online and cooked Huo Yunting his favorite food. She looked at the table of food she prepared and almost wanted to ce a sign there saying, “SAFE FOOD. PLEASE EAT,” just to convince her man her sincerity.


    She untied the apron and was going to leave.


    That was when she heard the engineing from outside.


    <i>What? What time is it? Wait, this early? He came back early? I’m still here! </i>


    She peered through the window frantically.


    “Madam, the master is home. Shall we serve the dishes?” Asked the maid.


    “NEVER TELL HIM I’M HERE!”


    Huo Yunting would prepare to leave the food and starve in his room alone if he knew she made those dishes.


    In the midst of confusion, Lu Zhaoyang picked up her handbag, “Just do what I said. Never tell him that I-”


    “You what?” Huo Yunting’s voice rang, “Is it about the type of poison you put in the food? Was it a pesticide or herbicide?” He stood at the door, staring right at Lu Zhaoyang.


    He sure had very loyal maids, as they informed him about the mistress’s visit the moment he got out of his car.


    <i>And you actually want to hide it? What in the world...</i>


    “You are my husband. No matter how heartless and insane I am, I will never do that kind of thing to you. So—how about you wash your hands—and enjoy your dinner?”


    Lu Zhaoyang, epting her fate, ced down her handbag and requested cautiously.


    She once thought of having dinner at home but everything appeared to be so awkward by then...