When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu
“Don’t try to pull tricks in front of this shaoye, you damned man. Speak, how much is it, I’ll buy your whole terminal.”
“…”
“Fine, I’ll listen to you… what a damned sweet man you are.”
“Ho…”
“Then, I want to send a message to Xüeru through your account, just a reply, can I? Just one sentence.”
“…”
Murong Jihua very seriously writes down “we will be going tomorrow” and hits send.
He Jünle seems unamused, saying, “I thought you’d type something absolutely cringy.”
Murong Jihua chuckles and takes out his own terminal, saying, “duh, of course it has to be cringy, but,
I’ll be doing it with my own account. I want to be sincere.”
[TripleballnのDemonblood Empress] I love him too (Heart emoji)
…
…
[Demonblood EmperorのBeloved Sister] Good.
“He Jünle.”
“… Mm?”
“Even though you are just a damned male specimen that brags and overbears, why did you have to barge into this shaoye’s heart?”
“… Ho.”
“That ‘ho’ just killed the whole mood you stinky man?!”
Murong Jihua lets go of the hand wrapping around He Jünle from behind, which are now pinching the young man’s waist in frustration instead.
He Jünle, with his back to him, somehow still manages to grab at the hair of the man behind him with his left hand, asking, “angry?”
“…”
That was the time, when red was both the colour of the faces of people and the flowers of the peach trees. Nice weather, nice mood, nice lover.
Murong Jihua was planning a parade in a helicopter right through the North District of City A——With the confetti being flashy green cash as witness to their love.
He Jünle stopped him just in time.
Fiiiiiine, for his boyfriend’s happiness, the shaoye decided to be a little humbler today.
Though he didn’t expect to be so utterly humbled as to having to take the very grounded city public transport with He Jünle.
Who knows if it was a Friday or Sunday or some other holiday——Or something is wrong with the urban metro——But anyway, the stations are absolutely packed today.
Why not just drive a car?
Didn’t Murong Jihua tell you he plans to be humble and experience the life of a commoner——And also reminisce about the interesting titbits of his past life?
Wouldn’t a luxury sports car just have been an insult to that?
Murong Jihua and He Jünle, stuck at the corner of a bus, with Murong Jihua having armoured up using sunglasses, a mask and a scarf, he practically feels like a stuffed pancake, being stewed somewhere to bake and to force mould.
Looking at He Jünle, though…
He really is going as clean as he could.
He looks just like your typical School Prince of the high school, in an extra nice mood, his beaming smile directed at basically everyone has caused all the little girls on the vehicle to keep looking at him.
Hot as a hotpot, hot as a hotpot.
Then the carriage shakes and Murong Jihua reflexively tries to keep He Jünle steady, but the young man was quicker than he was, grabbing him by the waist and forcing him straight, saying, “watch out.”
——Murong Jihua observes, very pitifully, that He Jünle remained completely planted to the floor during the whole ordeal.
Ermagahd! If he just let it go like that, what kind of man would he be?
When the road is bumpy –
He Jünle goes, “watch out.”
Murong Jihua goes, “it’s alright, I’m fine, eh, look, your hair’s got 1, 2, 3… 5 follicles bumped up! Lower your head and I’ll fix them.”
When the carriage is shaking –
He Jünle goes, “careful.”
Murong Jihua goes, “it’s alright, I’m fine, eh, look, your collar’s got 1, 2, 3… 10 creases shook up! Move a bit, I’ll fix them for you.”
When a passenger is getting off –
Murong Jihua goes, “it’s alright, I’m fi——”
He Jünle yells, “I said move!”
A little girl, whose way off was blocked, says, “big gege, excuse me, please?”
Murong Jihua “…
… Right, I’m sorry.”
After the little girl has left, Murong Jihua and He Jünle now had an empty seat besides them. This only open seat among the full bus of passengers causes a grand dog-blood epic saga between two brothers who betrayed each other to start playing in his mind——
Unfortunately, they aren’t brothers;
Laughably, love creates miracles;
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “You——”
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “…”
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “You first?”
He Jünle furrows his brows, going, “if you do——”
Murong Jihua dismissively waves his hand, mentioning, “nah, nah, I’m doing just fine; Le-gege, you’ve been working hard these nights, so here?”
Before He Jünle can retort, the driver’s loud voice pierces through the heavens——
“Oi, dat bro dere, ’tis not da way you ‘mooch yer boss! So stop dem blabbers, is makin’ me head hurt!”
“…”
“…”
“I’m sorry, but, I’d rather you have said we’re sworn brothers.”
Murong Jihua and He Jünle quickly exchange glances and both take half a step back, revealing a bald middle-aged man who was scratching his leg and watching anime behind them, pushing him onto the table.
The middle-aged man “???”
He Jünle has a clean smile on as he says, “respecting the elders and caring for the young are traditional virtues of the Chinese people.
Murong Jihua says expressionlessly (because he has a mask on), “Le-gege is the truth.”
The man keeps awkwardly smiling to explain, “thanks, thanks, you really are good boys, good boys, but uncle is a bit older now, so I have to scratch my legs standing up. This seat should be left to those who really need it.”
“You’re not sitting? Then I’ll take it,”
Says a girl dressed like a tragic peacock, plonking her ass down at the seat, and puts on her earphones to start loudly chat with her boyfriend using curses as punctuation.
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “…”
Stopping Murong Jihua from trying to contact butler Cui, He Jünle caresses the man on the wrist through the fabric of the clothes,
“Let’s not add more trouble to that pitiful butler of yours. Even if you demolish that girl’s entire school, nothing would change,”
Then, he points to the road sign, saying, “we’re almost there.”
The first thing Murong Jihua does is remove his mask and scarf and whatever to bury himself into He Jünle’s neck——And, in his own words——”Refresh myself with the scent of an ascendant immortal.”
“You’d never understand the pain of having to breathe a whole box of manmade carbon pentaoxide.
I don’t want to ride on a bus ever again. You have to come ride on hot-air balloon sports car motorcycle helicopters with me from now on.”
“What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to offend and then have to apologise to every single person in the country immediately?”
He Jünle grabs Murong Jihua by the collar behind his neck, saying,
“… Stop trying to act cute, at least, not on the streets, alright?”
Acting cute?
This shaoye’s domineering, arrogant, paranoid, serious and stern order,
Is, Acting, Cute?!
Even if Murong Jihua can hold it in, his teeth can’t!
——So he bites down hard on that mouth that keeps dancing around and around the bonfires of extreme bliss and extreme piss.
‘Snap.’
“We got photographed?”
“We got photographed.”
“Should we do something?”
“We should do nothing.”
Chapter 77: CH 64.2
“…”
“Fine, I’ll listen to you… what a damned sweet man you are.”
“Ho…”
“Then, I want to send a message to Xüeru through your account, just a reply, can I? Just one sentence.”
“…”
Murong Jihua very seriously writes down “we will be going tomorrow” and hits send.
He Jünle seems unamused, saying, “I thought you’d type something absolutely cringy.”
Murong Jihua chuckles and takes out his own terminal, saying, “duh, of course it has to be cringy, but,
I’ll be doing it with my own account. I want to be sincere.”
[TripleballnのDemonblood Empress] I love him too (Heart emoji)
…
…
[Demonblood EmperorのBeloved Sister] Good.
“He Jünle.”
“… Mm?”
“Even though you are just a damned male specimen that brags and overbears, why did you have to barge into this shaoye’s heart?”
“… Ho.”
“That ‘ho’ just killed the whole mood you stinky man?!”
Murong Jihua lets go of the hand wrapping around He Jünle from behind, which are now pinching the young man’s waist in frustration instead.
“…”
That was the time, when red was both the colour of the faces of people and the flowers of the peach trees. Nice weather, nice mood, nice lover.
Murong Jihua was planning a parade in a helicopter right through the North District of City A——With the confetti being flashy green cash as witness to their love.
He Jünle stopped him just in time.
Fiiiiiine, for his boyfriend’s happiness, the shaoye decided to be a little humbler today.
Though he didn’t expect to be so utterly humbled as to having to take the very grounded city public transport with He Jünle.
Who knows if it was a Friday or Sunday or some other holiday——Or something is wrong with the urban metro——But anyway, the stations are absolutely packed today.
Why not just drive a car?
Didn’t Murong Jihua tell you he plans to be humble and experience the life of a commoner——And also reminisce about the interesting titbits of his past life?
Wouldn’t a luxury sports car just have been an insult to that?
Murong Jihua and He Jünle, stuck at the corner of a bus, with Murong Jihua having armoured up using sunglasses, a mask and a scarf, he practically feels like a stuffed pancake, being stewed somewhere to bake and to force mould.
Looking at He Jünle, though…
He really is going as clean as he could.
He looks just like your typical School Prince of the high school, in an extra nice mood, his beaming smile directed at basically everyone has caused all the little girls on the vehicle to keep looking at him.
Hot as a hotpot, hot as a hotpot.
Then the carriage shakes and Murong Jihua reflexively tries to keep He Jünle steady, but the young man was quicker than he was, grabbing him by the waist and forcing him straight, saying, “watch out.”
——Murong Jihua observes, very pitifully, that He Jünle remained completely planted to the floor during the whole ordeal.
Ermagahd! If he just let it go like that, what kind of man would he be?
When the road is bumpy –
Murong Jihua goes, “it’s alright, I’m fine, eh, look, your hair’s got 1, 2, 3… 5 follicles bumped up! Lower your head and I’ll fix them.”
When the carriage is shaking –
He Jünle goes, “careful.”
Murong Jihua goes, “it’s alright, I’m fine, eh, look, your collar’s got 1, 2, 3… 10 creases shook up! Move a bit, I’ll fix them for you.”
When a passenger is getting off –
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He Jünle goes, “move a little.”Murong Jihua goes, “it’s alright, I’m fi——”
He Jünle yells, “I said move!”
A little girl, whose way off was blocked, says, “big gege, excuse me, please?”
Murong Jihua “…
… Right, I’m sorry.”
After the little girl has left, Murong Jihua and He Jünle now had an empty seat besides them. This only open seat among the full bus of passengers causes a grand dog-blood epic saga between two brothers who betrayed each other to start playing in his mind——
Unfortunately, they aren’t brothers;
Laughably, love creates miracles;
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “You——”
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “…”
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “You first?”
He Jünle furrows his brows, going, “if you do——”
Murong Jihua dismissively waves his hand, mentioning, “nah, nah, I’m doing just fine; Le-gege, you’ve been working hard these nights, so here?”
“Oi, dat bro dere, ’tis not da way you ‘mooch yer boss! So stop dem blabbers, is makin’ me head hurt!”
“…”
“…”
“I’m sorry, but, I’d rather you have said we’re sworn brothers.”
Murong Jihua and He Jünle quickly exchange glances and both take half a step back, revealing a bald middle-aged man who was scratching his leg and watching anime behind them, pushing him onto the table.
The middle-aged man “???”
He Jünle has a clean smile on as he says, “respecting the elders and caring for the young are traditional virtues of the Chinese people.
Murong Jihua says expressionlessly (because he has a mask on), “Le-gege is the truth.”
The man keeps awkwardly smiling to explain, “thanks, thanks, you really are good boys, good boys, but uncle is a bit older now, so I have to scratch my legs standing up. This seat should be left to those who really need it.”
“You’re not sitting? Then I’ll take it,”
Says a girl dressed like a tragic peacock, plonking her ass down at the seat, and puts on her earphones to start loudly chat with her boyfriend using curses as punctuation.
Murong Jihua & He Jünle “…”
Stopping Murong Jihua from trying to contact butler Cui, He Jünle caresses the man on the wrist through the fabric of the clothes,
“Let’s not add more trouble to that pitiful butler of yours. Even if you demolish that girl’s entire school, nothing would change,”
Then, he points to the road sign, saying, “we’re almost there.”
The first thing Murong Jihua does is remove his mask and scarf and whatever to bury himself into He Jünle’s neck——And, in his own words——”Refresh myself with the scent of an ascendant immortal.”
“You’d never understand the pain of having to breathe a whole box of manmade carbon pentaoxide.
I don’t want to ride on a bus ever again. You have to come ride on hot-air balloon sports car motorcycle helicopters with me from now on.”
“What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to offend and then have to apologise to every single person in the country immediately?”
“… Stop trying to act cute, at least, not on the streets, alright?”
Acting cute?
This shaoye’s domineering, arrogant, paranoid, serious and stern order,
Is, Acting, Cute?!
Even if Murong Jihua can hold it in, his teeth can’t!
——So he bites down hard on that mouth that keeps dancing around and around the bonfires of extreme bliss and extreme piss.
‘Snap.’
“We got photographed?”
“We got photographed.”
“Should we do something?”
“We should do nothing.”
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