Hahaha, yeah what was it again? Everything made sense, then, it’s just…
…
…Payment, for,
…one-night stand, sleeping, him.
The human realm is quite terrifying indeed.
And so are habits.
Murong Jihua is too lazy to count all the times he was shaken to the core by the wild stallion named He Jünle rushing into his little grassy field that is his life again and again——
How is he feeling?
Well, imagine you and your little beloved are having a good time hanging out on a grassy field, then, imagine a black horse rushing forth headfirst into the two of you.
First, giving you a hearty lick, then, throwing your little beloved onto its back, it rides off into the sunset.
Leaving you behind, drenched in cold horse saliva, stunned where you stood.
Even scarier, you may have begun getting damned use to this…
Murong Jihua makes a nondescript, low rumble as he tries to suppress the blood and scream rushing up his throat. He smacks his head as he is enveloped in an unprecedented low-pressure system of a depressing mood.
Sorry Jünle, bro, the one who should apologise to all the bossy CEOs of the world isn’t you, it’s him!
To be honest, butler Cui is subjected to about the same amount of wild dirt horses (TL: Same pinyin as ‘fuck me’ in Chinese) rushing through his own inner grassy field.
The only difference is that he is standing, and the other is still lying on his bed.
Imagine, your childhood friend, turned supervisor, turned target of admiration,
That was so dazzling ever since birth, and his aura also shone on you underneath, and you enjoyed all the benefits he brought as well,
Therefore, you deeply idolised him; put more simply, you’re a diehard fan of him.
The kind that believes no single woman is worthy of him, that kind.
One day, that target of your admiration slept a man.
You could try to keep your calm and tell yourself, it’s ok, as long as the shaoye is happy…
And you realise, your CP was inverted (TL: Chinese readers seem to have this sick obsession over sex position. Don’t ask me, I have no idea why either, even if I was one of them and awakened later on).
He was slept instead.
And, left behind after being slept.
The person even left behind payment for the one-night stand to insult that person of your admiration.
The aftertaste needs no further description.
What else could you do,
But wipe your shaoye’s arse after him, to at least ensure his health after being slept?
Murong Jihua has no time to consider what his diehard fan is misunderstanding, nor is he desperate enough to explain anything. He can only feel that his body is uncomfortable all over after his atrocious sleep, and his mind is a mess.
Butler Cui seems really concerned as he says, “shaoye, your esteemed physical body is of unparalleled importance. No matter what has transpired, you must first take care of yourself. This humble servant has ordered private physicians for you of his own accord, please…”
“No, no, I’m not going.”
Murong Jihua waves his hand dismissively, saying, “I’m tired. You do not need to wait for me to wake up today. Push back all the scheduled events of the day.”
“We cannot, shaoye! Today is of paramount importance, please do not act rashly!”
He says, leading the entire room of maids to kneel onto the ground——or rather, crouch with one foot.
——It still makes Murong Jihua feel like he’s watching one of those awkward Qing Dynasty palace dramas on TV.
Butler Cui would go, ‘missus, although His Majesty mercilessly pulled his [REDACTED] out and left, but you have to treasure yourself! Please allow this humble servant to ask for a royal physician forthwith~’
“…” Murong Jihua’s veins are popping.
“Shaoye, if I may be so bold, but you perhaps are unaware that, that part… connects right up to internal organs. If it is not dealt with expediently, the troubles would be endless.”
If the greatest quiz show of Country A, ‘Everyone’s Idols・Q&A,’ would choose a topic of ‘the whole world misconstrued your CP’ or ‘how it feels to be seen as a bottom by the entire world’ in an episode,
Murong Jihua thinks that, he will definitely be one of the most qualified to answer onstage.
The time is 17:23, XX+1/XX/9102. On the CEO’s office on the 100th floor of the HQ of the Christine Corporation in Country A.
The man named Murong Jihua, properly dressed, with a face like that of the grim reaper, is moving his index finger slightly. And with a ‘ding’——
He has deleted all the edited surveillance footage information on He Jünle.
Then he lights a cigarette for himself, and falls back onto the top-class leather chair beneath him, relieved.
‘Just let it end, between he and I, like this.’
Murong Jihua thought as smoke puffs out.
No joke, this rival in love truly is a tough nut to crack. He wanted to defeat him and thus indirectly end up winning the female lead by default. Yet, he never expected how terribly discordant he and the young man interacting would be. After their numerous clashes, it is no one else but Murong Jihua that ends up in a whole lot of trouble.
Not just his reputation as the toppest of the tops, but in Su Xiaomo’s eyes, what is he, even?
Her dad? Her dear gege’s future husband?
Or even——Her sis-in-law? (TL: The CN raw term used is the one explicitly used to call the wife of a biological brother, so… Well, this also ties into how maddeningly Chinese readers view sex positions)
This extremely fantastical faux-urban setting world is plain ridiculous.
To be fair, Murong Jihua does like He Jünle——The normal kind of ‘like’ between pals of the same gender. At least, Murong Jihua thinks so.
Though compared to his own life, this sort of goodwill weighs nothing.
Murong Jihua is thinking, with his face burning up,
‘I should probably interact with He Jünle as little as possible…’
After hastily dealing with several contracts, Murong Jihua, now bored, takes out his terminal to begin browsing the web, when suddenly, a piece of news rushes to his notifications.