<h4>Chapter 424: Insomnia?</h4>


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


    Lu Zhaoyang’s heart fluttered the moment she got back to her office, wondering if she should visit Huo Yunting for the day.


    She hesitated, struggled and thought about it. Her rationality advised her to visit but her instinct implored to not see her man because it appeared that she was the source of his wrath.


    During lunch, she prompted a video call on Wechat with Lin Yazhi as she had her food at Ge Yu’s cafetaria.


    “So—how is he doing?”


    “Well— Zhaoyang, I saw Huo Li entering his office just now—with a lunchbox in his hands.” The camera was then brought moving along the corridor, “I’ll scout for you but if anything happened, please really help me out.”


    “Don’t worry. Huo Yunting won’t aim his methrower at you.” Yazhi was still the daughter of the Mayor after all.


    “I mean, I’m practically stepping into his territory. What if he-” The camera froze before the door to the President’s Office. It was Huo Li who came out of the door.


    And the screen turned pitch ck the next moment as she heard their conversation.


    “Oh, if it wasn’t Special Assistant Huo, what a coincidence. You’re having a walk here too?” Zhaoyang could hear the clumsy rustling Yazhi made, as if she was trying to shove it into somewhere. Zhaoyang hoped that he did not overhear their exchange just now.


    “Are you sure you’re having a walk here?” Muttered Huo Li as he held his chin, checking out the view in the windows around, “Well, yup. Indeed, the scenery here looks way better than you. Totally worth a walk here.”


    “...”


    <i>Well, excuse me, homoboy. Very funny, that I think the walls at the toilet look more entertaining than you.</i>


    “Anyway,” said Yazhi after coughing once, “Has the President taken his lunch?” She must at least aplish what her beloved ex-senior requested before blowing up.


    “Why do you ask?”


    “Well—It’s like this, I ordered some deliveries just now and I realized I had identally ordered extra. It tastes really good though. If he hasn’t taken his lunch, he could have it,” said Yazhi which was a lie partially true. She indeed ordered a delivery for her lunch since she had enough with the cafeteria food.


    “Oh I see. Great. I just so happened to have yet taken my lunch. Let me help you with the extra lunch. Yazi, you do have what it takes to be a professional scheduling secretary,” said Huo Li, lifting huge steps to the Secretary’s Office.


    “Ahem, I meant it for the President.”


    “Can’t I have it? Or do you have an ulterior motive for your ‘lunch’?”


    “Nope. Eat it. Just eat it already.”


    Huo Li did not feel shameful at all as he sauntered to her seat and picked that beautifully packaged, exquisite lunchbox on the table, “The environment is good, how about I have my lunch with you here today?”


    “No thank you. Take it away, just leave now.” Lin Yazhi waved the happy man away quickly. There were tears welling in her eyes. Her favorite salmon bento had just changed ownership over a single lie. After a few seconds of idle silence, the video call was disengaged.


    It was relieving to hear such exchange between them. Huo Li was still his yful self, which meant Huo Yunting should be alright too.


    A few minutester, she got a message from Lin Yazhi informing her that the President had taken his lunch, everything was okay.


    The beast’s recovery was always speedier than normal people.


    But it only made Lu Zhaoyang feel guiltier.


    Weekend came the moment she woke up on her bed. She tumbled and pondered as she thought about Huo Yunting and his expression whenever he saw her recently.


    Nevertheless, she decided to visit his mansion.


    “Ma’am, sir has not left the room yet. It appeared that he slept rathertest night. I saw the lights still on during midnight,” reported the maid carefully.


    “Insomnia, eh?” She passed a nce at the room upstairs, “Prepare some breakfast for him. I’ll take it to him myself.”


    “It’s already prepared. The master has not been in a good moodtely, take care,” advised the maid as if the little fairy whispering into a young elf hero’s ears before heading for the final boss.


    “Alright.” She took the breakfast tray upstairs. It was a confident walk upstairs but somehow her legs halted right before the door. She felt nervous as she slowly pushed the door open, only to be knotted by a heavy smell of cigarettes and alcohol.


    <i>So—he had insomniast night and decided to treat it with drinking and smoking?</i>