When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu
(TL: A joke about how, since sexual activities are ‘driving’ in Chinese, and rickshaws are a vehicle, with three wheels… Well, you can try to work it out, because I have no idea how to link them up)
Clearly, for members of the Jünle Gang, the top and the bottom are more than body position.
It represents their place in the relationship as well, their male pride and spirit, their unspoken strength and, weakness——
In this Gang which operates on the brotherhood principle, they can never just stand by to see their Gang masco——Their Gang leader submit femininely under another man!
It’s out of the question! Not even if it was the great, legendary Murong-shaoye!
The venue is dead silent.
Finally, a very long period later, a soft-spoken voice asks, “then, do we have to change ‘furen’ into, ‘ge-fu’?” (TL: Literally ‘brother-husband,’ or ‘brother-in-law’)
“Ge-fu my arse!”
That Chen Ergou that was all “boss’ furen is my furen” has gone back on his words without a blink, clearly not ready to apply his principle thusly on “boss’ top is my top.” He slams the desk to stand up and looks right in He Jünle’s direction with tears in his eyes, saying,
“Boss, please reconsider! If you’re forced into it, just call us bros up, I guarantee that we’ll be able to get him with all our arms and legs!”
Murong Jihua tries to picture the scene, and can only feel like those comic characters with three black lines going down their face, specifically, three lines of thousands of metres long, because that’s how cringy it felt.
He should probably have a smoke to calm down.
He Jünle knocks on the desk and gestures for calming with a stony face. Chen Ergou immediately complies like a chicken and sits back down obediently.
“I know many of you present are unable to accept this truth,”
He Jünle says with his crisp, clear voice, and everyone begins nodding like bolanggus when he continues,
“But you all know our way. The most important thing is that when we lose, we own up to it, we lose, but we are still magnificent!”
“Boss is right!”
“So, do you know why I’m the one down under?”
“We don’t!”
He Jünle extends his hand, and slams it hard on Murong Jihua’s shoulder, as he utters, profoundly,
“In terms of length, I am ever so slightly inferior to his proud member. Tell me, is that enough reason to give in yet?”
As expected of a Gang leader!
He really knew how to target the problem; the Jünle of City A in Country A!
Murong Jihua makes a hearty puff of smoke as he gives him a big ‘Like.’
Though, how did he even know his member wasn’t as big as his?
“Oh…” Everyone is looking at each other nonplussed.
Their reasoning and background in the underworld makes them accept this;
But their emotional side…
He, he is that He Jünle! That can fight against the world with just his fists and his legs——
It’s really hard to take in!
Everyone is looking at Murong Jihua with a slightly disapproving gaze.
He Jünle then raises his brow at Murong Jihua, meaning – your turn.
Murong Jihua smiles and slams the desk to rise himself. Then, he begins his grand proclamation,
“In the layman’s view, this shaoye may have used his penis to fuck your boss’ anus, but!”
“I believe you all know even better than I do, how domineering your boss is. Why are you not considering the perspective that, he, He Jünle, used his anus to fuck my penis?”
After he said that, a long, long time has passed…
So long that Murong Jihua has had the time to count the number of sweat droplets on each of the Gang members whose jaws have dropped onto the floor.
And then——When He Jünle is the first to start applauding, time finally begins flowing anew, and Murong Jihua is drowning in the chorus of applauses.
Some Gang members that are quick on the uptake quickly raise their glass to cheer Murong Jihua on saying,
“Hey, nobody got any-thong (TL: There was a pun here in Chinese that is super hard to explain, so here’s my feeble attempt at one) to lose anyway. Love is love, so fuck the positions. Ge-fu, here’s to you, wishing you and boss would be happy forever!”
Oi oi, the word is ‘anything,’ you know…
Murong Jihua raises his glass nonetheless and they salute each other from afar, then drink it all without hesitation.
The mood fires up.
For all three hours afterwards, Murong Jihua has adapted to the passionate atmosphere, and most of the Gang members stopped caring thanks to the CEO’s witty arguments.
Glasses continue to change hands. There are songs and dances. It is a riot.
In the occasional moments that their eyes meet each other, Murong Jihua can see that, under the vague, purplish-orange lighting, He Jünle’s features have become softer; more attractive.
His light pink suit is hidden in the shadows. He is leaning on the piano with his glass besides him, toying with the piano keys every so often.
——Behind the moving crowds, his form would fade in and out of view many times.
Would there be a moment among those, when he is also looking at him?
“Bros! Ge-fu has prepared all these red packets for you all. Come scan the QR code and collect one each!”
“Thanks ge-fu!”
“Hurray for furen! Yeehaw——!”
Love is a drink that intoxicates without the alcohol.
CEO Murong, who thought of himself as a pretty capable drinker, is still no match for dozens of people who keep egging him on. Finally, under the simultaneous assault of red wine, white wine and all the other wines, he collapses.
Fortunes are cyclical, and never have the Heavens let anyone off the hook.
He Jünle helps Murong Jihua to his feet, and is about to use the terminal on his hand to contact butler Cui and have him come pick his shaoye back up, but the wailing Chen Ergou with tears resembling the Niagara Falls is kneeling to stop him.
He Jünle “…”
Chen Ergou is crying out loud, pleading, “Boss! I might be meddling, but my mind really, really can’t get over this! No! Tonight, boss, you have to stay with ge-fu in our place here! Or I’ll never find the will to live again!”
He Jünle remarks, “… you’re drunk.”
Chen Ergou isn’t giving up yet, saying, “I’m fine, I’m too drunk to drive a car, but we can still work a three-wheel rickshaw! It’s super wide! Boss, please grace us with your stay!”
He “Super lackey-con・Eighth-grader” Jünle “…”
My friends! Do you still remember that man-powered rickshaw that was the icon of China the last century back on Earth?
The front part of a bicycle plus the back part of a horse-drawn carriage, beloved by all the aunties and uncles selling vegetables in the markets——
Basically, it’s down-to-earth.
He Jünle, who is now in the backseat of a rickshaw with Murong Jihua in his arms, is fortunate enough to break down the barrier between 80% of classes, going from hot-air balloon in the morning into a rickshaw by night.
He is pretty convinced Chen Ergou is drunk.
Although he, who agreed to ride on a rickshaw, is probably also drunk.
The North District has never been an affluent area. Under the night sky, the rickety rickshaw’s clanks and clonks are echoing through the narrow streets. He Jünle is dispassionately playing with the hair of the CEO lying on his legs, while occasionally taking a glance behind him.
Some people are following them, keeping a certain distance away;
It goes without saying that those are the undercover bodyguards butler Cui has arranged.
‘I wonder what expression that capable butler of the CEO’s would make when he learns I brought their shaoye onto a rickshaw…’
Thinks He Jünle, with his lips curving into a smile, as he takes out his own terminal to take a photo of the rare drunken CEO.
“Hmph?”
When suddenly, something slightly cold is touching his cheeks. He looks down, right into the drunken, unfocused eyes of CEO Murong.
Chapter 47: CH 47
Clearly, for members of the Jünle Gang, the top and the bottom are more than body position.
It represents their place in the relationship as well, their male pride and spirit, their unspoken strength and, weakness——
In this Gang which operates on the brotherhood principle, they can never just stand by to see their Gang masco——Their Gang leader submit femininely under another man!
It’s out of the question! Not even if it was the great, legendary Murong-shaoye!
The venue is dead silent.
Finally, a very long period later, a soft-spoken voice asks, “then, do we have to change ‘furen’ into, ‘ge-fu’?” (TL: Literally ‘brother-husband,’ or ‘brother-in-law’)
“Ge-fu my arse!”
That Chen Ergou that was all “boss’ furen is my furen” has gone back on his words without a blink, clearly not ready to apply his principle thusly on “boss’ top is my top.” He slams the desk to stand up and looks right in He Jünle’s direction with tears in his eyes, saying,
“Boss, please reconsider! If you’re forced into it, just call us bros up, I guarantee that we’ll be able to get him with all our arms and legs!”
Murong Jihua tries to picture the scene, and can only feel like those comic characters with three black lines going down their face, specifically, three lines of thousands of metres long, because that’s how cringy it felt.
He should probably have a smoke to calm down.
He Jünle knocks on the desk and gestures for calming with a stony face. Chen Ergou immediately complies like a chicken and sits back down obediently.
“I know many of you present are unable to accept this truth,”
He Jünle says with his crisp, clear voice, and everyone begins nodding like bolanggus when he continues,
“But you all know our way. The most important thing is that when we lose, we own up to it, we lose, but we are still magnificent!”
“Boss is right!”
“So, do you know why I’m the one down under?”
“We don’t!”
He Jünle extends his hand, and slams it hard on Murong Jihua’s shoulder, as he utters, profoundly,
As expected of a Gang leader!
He really knew how to target the problem; the Jünle of City A in Country A!
Murong Jihua makes a hearty puff of smoke as he gives him a big ‘Like.’
Though, how did he even know his member wasn’t as big as his?
“Oh…” Everyone is looking at each other nonplussed.
Their reasoning and background in the underworld makes them accept this;
But their emotional side…
He, he is that He Jünle! That can fight against the world with just his fists and his legs——
It’s really hard to take in!
Everyone is looking at Murong Jihua with a slightly disapproving gaze.
He Jünle then raises his brow at Murong Jihua, meaning – your turn.
Murong Jihua smiles and slams the desk to rise himself. Then, he begins his grand proclamation,
“In the layman’s view, this shaoye may have used his penis to fuck your boss’ anus, but!”
“I believe you all know even better than I do, how domineering your boss is. Why are you not considering the perspective that, he, He Jünle, used his anus to fuck my penis?”
After he said that, a long, long time has passed…
So long that Murong Jihua has had the time to count the number of sweat droplets on each of the Gang members whose jaws have dropped onto the floor.
And then——When He Jünle is the first to start applauding, time finally begins flowing anew, and Murong Jihua is drowning in the chorus of applauses.
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“… Yes! Ge-fu is right!”Some Gang members that are quick on the uptake quickly raise their glass to cheer Murong Jihua on saying,
Oi oi, the word is ‘anything,’ you know…
Murong Jihua raises his glass nonetheless and they salute each other from afar, then drink it all without hesitation.
The mood fires up.
For all three hours afterwards, Murong Jihua has adapted to the passionate atmosphere, and most of the Gang members stopped caring thanks to the CEO’s witty arguments.
Glasses continue to change hands. There are songs and dances. It is a riot.
In the occasional moments that their eyes meet each other, Murong Jihua can see that, under the vague, purplish-orange lighting, He Jünle’s features have become softer; more attractive.
His light pink suit is hidden in the shadows. He is leaning on the piano with his glass besides him, toying with the piano keys every so often.
——Behind the moving crowds, his form would fade in and out of view many times.
Would there be a moment among those, when he is also looking at him?
“Bros! Ge-fu has prepared all these red packets for you all. Come scan the QR code and collect one each!”
“Thanks ge-fu!”
“Hurray for furen! Yeehaw——!”
Love is a drink that intoxicates without the alcohol.
CEO Murong, who thought of himself as a pretty capable drinker, is still no match for dozens of people who keep egging him on. Finally, under the simultaneous assault of red wine, white wine and all the other wines, he collapses.
Fortunes are cyclical, and never have the Heavens let anyone off the hook.
He Jünle helps Murong Jihua to his feet, and is about to use the terminal on his hand to contact butler Cui and have him come pick his shaoye back up, but the wailing Chen Ergou with tears resembling the Niagara Falls is kneeling to stop him.
He Jünle “…”
Chen Ergou is crying out loud, pleading, “Boss! I might be meddling, but my mind really, really can’t get over this! No! Tonight, boss, you have to stay with ge-fu in our place here! Or I’ll never find the will to live again!”
He Jünle remarks, “… you’re drunk.”
He “Super lackey-con・Eighth-grader” Jünle “…”
My friends! Do you still remember that man-powered rickshaw that was the icon of China the last century back on Earth?
The front part of a bicycle plus the back part of a horse-drawn carriage, beloved by all the aunties and uncles selling vegetables in the markets——
Basically, it’s down-to-earth.
He Jünle, who is now in the backseat of a rickshaw with Murong Jihua in his arms, is fortunate enough to break down the barrier between 80% of classes, going from hot-air balloon in the morning into a rickshaw by night.
He is pretty convinced Chen Ergou is drunk.
Although he, who agreed to ride on a rickshaw, is probably also drunk.
The North District has never been an affluent area. Under the night sky, the rickety rickshaw’s clanks and clonks are echoing through the narrow streets. He Jünle is dispassionately playing with the hair of the CEO lying on his legs, while occasionally taking a glance behind him.
Some people are following them, keeping a certain distance away;
It goes without saying that those are the undercover bodyguards butler Cui has arranged.
‘I wonder what expression that capable butler of the CEO’s would make when he learns I brought their shaoye onto a rickshaw…’
Thinks He Jünle, with his lips curving into a smile, as he takes out his own terminal to take a photo of the rare drunken CEO.
“Hmph?”
When suddenly, something slightly cold is touching his cheeks. He looks down, right into the drunken, unfocused eyes of CEO Murong.
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