When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu
My friends, do you know passion?
Before the crowd even finished counting down, confetti, vibrant ribbons and flowers rain down to colour Murong Jihua, right in the centre of the crowd surrounding him, a rainbow.
From a haunted house to a disco hall; from hopeless abyss to high disco, only takes three seconds.
Suddenly, Murong Jihua’s world only has these few adjectives left.
Vibrant, vivid, psychedelic, colourful.
——Just like that lunar rainbow boat of love that is the love between him and He Jünle.
“Here here, take a seat! Murong bro lemme tell you, the boss’ furen is also me, Chen Ergou’s furen. From now on, this Gang will be your second home. Now let’s get blasted!”
——The very ruffian Chen Ergou is guffawing while pulling Murong Jihua to the hosts’ seats with his large hands.
Murong Jihua “???”
“Ergou, what the fucking fuck are you saying?! Our boss’ furen is your furen? Are you taking the piss?”
——A very seductive lady in red stops them in their way and then pokes her cigarette right into Chen Ergou, making him go ‘ow ow.’
Murong Jihua “???”
This lady, Hong Erjie, pinches Murong Jihua’s cheeks, then brushes her long, thin fingernails across his skin, saying,
“Yo, pretty delicate skin you have there, as expected of a darling from a well-off family! No wonder our boss ended up choosing you. Come let sis touch it some more…”
“Oh jeez sis! Do you even know who he is?!”
“Yeah, but who cares? Through the door, and now he’s one of our Gang! What are you doing acting all curtsy for? Don’t you think so? My Murong——boy~”
Murong Jihua “… Haha.”
Then he turns his head sideways to whisper, “Jünle, save me!”
He Jünle, meanwhile, is sitting quietly at the hosts’ seats, and taking a sip of his high-class tea, expressionless.jpg
“…”
He’s doing it on purpose!
“Xiao-Murong, come come, sis has a red packet for you. It’s not much, but it’s a blessing for you and boss to stay lovey-dovey forever~”
“Good afternoon Furen! I don’t really ‘ave them amazin’ thingies meself, but ’tis mah younger sis’ favourite doll, you can ‘ave it!”
“Mm… Furen, this is, um, Nana’s handcrafted, yes… scarf. Uh, so…”
“…”
20 minutes later——
Wearing a lacy rabbit-ear headwear and a crown of flowers on his head, wrapping a gold chain as thick as a thumb on his neck, with a golden fiery leopard’s skin cape draping off his shoulders, and holding various red and green and other objects of every conceivable colour, Murong Jihua is finally sitting on the hosts’ seat of the biggest round table in this party, right next to He Jünle.
・
A dragon is still at a disadvantage against the experienced local snake.
Sorry, for shattering the image of bossy CEOs like this.
・
Aw, damn!
When everyone has taken a seat, He Jünle clears his throat, and the establishment quiets down immediately.
Murong Jihua watches blankly as He Jünle raises a whole glass of Chinese spirits (TL: Typically at least 40 degrees and up; comparable in strength to a good vodka), and slowly rises up——
“My man, what is our motto?”
“From the Heavens to the Underworld, we alone are ascendant;
Our bond triumphs over all; little girls can fuck right off;
Who is the strongest? Jünle is the only answer;
——Pwuh!!! (TL: Onomatopoeia for spilling water all over the place from the mouth)
Murong Jihua was so cringed a gulp of drinks has surged into his lungs, and after adjusting himself, he only feels so embarrassed and awkward.
This is so awkward, super awkward, outrageously awkward.
What kind of earth-shattering eighth-grade motto is this?!
Oh my dear Le-gege! Your Gang’s… No wonder you have that Internet handle.
Murong Jihua inconspicuously observes He Jünle from his location. The man is standing tall like a pine tree. He is entirely calm and looks not at all embarrassed or uneasy.
This is probably also some kind of talent.
Then, He Jünle begins his two-hour-long speech with a powerful tone that never wavers, detailing the history of the Jünle Gang, from its past, its development, all the way up to its future plans and its lofty blueprints.
Murong Jihua swears he could fall asleep, but what is unexpected, is that all those seated, despite their all looking like the illiterate gangly men and women that they are, they are extremely enthused listening to their boss speak, not even daring to breathe loudly. There are literally stars in their eyes.
‘He Jünle really is the popular type, huh…’
Murong Jihua raises his head and his eyes run right into He Jünle’s eyes looking down at him.
They are clear, crisp, starry eyes.
“Now, let me introduce him to everyone, the famous Mr Murong——”
He Jünle extends one hand.
And whistles and cheers and teasing chants of “shao-furen” “marrying beauties” can already be heard from the ruckus down below.
He Jünle continues,
“From now on, I am his man.” (TL: Basically implying He Jünle is the ‘wife’ in this situation. Yes, CN has this cultural obsession over topping/bottoming that I’m sure you’re well-acquainted with now)
——All the voices suddenly go quiet.
Dozens of pairs of eyes landing squarely in his direction make Murong Jihua feel almost as if even that big thick gold chain on his neck is burning up.
The inquisitiveness and wariness in those gazes are blatantly obvious –
You brat is the top?!
Wait wait, what happened to ‘Top and Bottom merely represents position and not power?
Le-gege, your bros’ thoughts seem to be locked in the past a little bit much!
Chapter 46: CH 46
Before the crowd even finished counting down, confetti, vibrant ribbons and flowers rain down to colour Murong Jihua, right in the centre of the crowd surrounding him, a rainbow.
From a haunted house to a disco hall; from hopeless abyss to high disco, only takes three seconds.
Suddenly, Murong Jihua’s world only has these few adjectives left.
Vibrant, vivid, psychedelic, colourful.
——Just like that lunar rainbow boat of love that is the love between him and He Jünle.
“Here here, take a seat! Murong bro lemme tell you, the boss’ furen is also me, Chen Ergou’s furen. From now on, this Gang will be your second home. Now let’s get blasted!”
——The very ruffian Chen Ergou is guffawing while pulling Murong Jihua to the hosts’ seats with his large hands.
Murong Jihua “???”
“Ergou, what the fucking fuck are you saying?! Our boss’ furen is your furen? Are you taking the piss?”
——A very seductive lady in red stops them in their way and then pokes her cigarette right into Chen Ergou, making him go ‘ow ow.’
Murong Jihua “???”
This lady, Hong Erjie, pinches Murong Jihua’s cheeks, then brushes her long, thin fingernails across his skin, saying,
“Yo, pretty delicate skin you have there, as expected of a darling from a well-off family! No wonder our boss ended up choosing you. Come let sis touch it some more…”
“Oh jeez sis! Do you even know who he is?!”
“Yeah, but who cares? Through the door, and now he’s one of our Gang! What are you doing acting all curtsy for? Don’t you think so? My Murong——boy~”
Murong Jihua “… Haha.”
Then he turns his head sideways to whisper, “Jünle, save me!”
He Jünle, meanwhile, is sitting quietly at the hosts’ seats, and taking a sip of his high-class tea, expressionless.jpg
“…”
“Xiao-Murong, come come, sis has a red packet for you. It’s not much, but it’s a blessing for you and boss to stay lovey-dovey forever~”
“Good afternoon Furen! I don’t really ‘ave them amazin’ thingies meself, but ’tis mah younger sis’ favourite doll, you can ‘ave it!”
“Mm… Furen, this is, um, Nana’s handcrafted, yes… scarf. Uh, so…”
“…”
20 minutes later——
Wearing a lacy rabbit-ear headwear and a crown of flowers on his head, wrapping a gold chain as thick as a thumb on his neck, with a golden fiery leopard’s skin cape draping off his shoulders, and holding various red and green and other objects of every conceivable colour, Murong Jihua is finally sitting on the hosts’ seat of the biggest round table in this party, right next to He Jünle.
・
A dragon is still at a disadvantage against the experienced local snake.
Sorry, for shattering the image of bossy CEOs like this.
・
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His messy self right next to the properly dressed Gang leader He, compared to his pink little suit is seriously——Aw, damn!
When everyone has taken a seat, He Jünle clears his throat, and the establishment quiets down immediately.
Murong Jihua watches blankly as He Jünle raises a whole glass of Chinese spirits (TL: Typically at least 40 degrees and up; comparable in strength to a good vodka), and slowly rises up——
“My man, what is our motto?”
“From the Heavens to the Underworld, we alone are ascendant;
Our bond triumphs over all; little girls can fuck right off;
Who is the strongest? Jünle is the only answer;
——Pwuh!!! (TL: Onomatopoeia for spilling water all over the place from the mouth)
This is so awkward, super awkward, outrageously awkward.
What kind of earth-shattering eighth-grade motto is this?!
Oh my dear Le-gege! Your Gang’s… No wonder you have that Internet handle.
Murong Jihua inconspicuously observes He Jünle from his location. The man is standing tall like a pine tree. He is entirely calm and looks not at all embarrassed or uneasy.
This is probably also some kind of talent.
Then, He Jünle begins his two-hour-long speech with a powerful tone that never wavers, detailing the history of the Jünle Gang, from its past, its development, all the way up to its future plans and its lofty blueprints.
Murong Jihua swears he could fall asleep, but what is unexpected, is that all those seated, despite their all looking like the illiterate gangly men and women that they are, they are extremely enthused listening to their boss speak, not even daring to breathe loudly. There are literally stars in their eyes.
‘He Jünle really is the popular type, huh…’
Murong Jihua raises his head and his eyes run right into He Jünle’s eyes looking down at him.
They are clear, crisp, starry eyes.
“Now, let me introduce him to everyone, the famous Mr Murong——”
He Jünle extends one hand.
And whistles and cheers and teasing chants of “shao-furen” “marrying beauties” can already be heard from the ruckus down below.
He Jünle continues,
“From now on, I am his man.” (TL: Basically implying He Jünle is the ‘wife’ in this situation. Yes, CN has this cultural obsession over topping/bottoming that I’m sure you’re well-acquainted with now)
——All the voices suddenly go quiet.
Dozens of pairs of eyes landing squarely in his direction make Murong Jihua feel almost as if even that big thick gold chain on his neck is burning up.
The inquisitiveness and wariness in those gazes are blatantly obvious –
You brat is the top?!
Le-gege, your bros’ thoughts seem to be locked in the past a little bit much!
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