When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 51

An Obvious Conclusion

Translated by boilpoil

Edited by boilpoil

Murong Jihua asks, “aren’t you happy?”

He Jünle responds with eyes as cold as ice.

Murong Jihua says, “… it’s an egg.”

He Jünle raises his brow a little.

Murong Jihua asks, “… Shugo Chara?” (TL: Not sure what this gag is about either)

He Jünle blinks dispassionately.

Murong Jihua says, “… this is making me embarrassed?”

He Jünle goes “hmph.”

Then He Jünle sinks his hands beneath the blankets to retrieve a big, plump, patterned hen, saying,

“The mother is here.”

“…”

“So if you insist that I gave birth to this, then very well, Murong——My dear——baby——sweetie——You just got cheated on by a chicken.”

In any case, the old hen that was almost suffocated to death by He Jünle became the breakfast of the plastic CP, and Murong Jihua, full and content in the little countryside farmhouse, wiping his mouth, is praising inside – Chen Ergou is a pretty good cook, huh.

Meanwhile, Chen Ergou, sitting in the kitchen, slapping his own face senseless, is thinking, ‘I must really have drunk myself retarded to end up dragging boss and fu——ge-fu back to my old rickety farmhouse. What if anything happened?’

Though his concerns were unfounded, because the Murong family bodyguards never did once let their boss out of their sight——

They could have made themselves visible, but there wasn’t a need.

——Though the shaoye in question, Murong Jihua, full of useless energy now, has begun staring at He Jünle with lustful eyes.

He Jünle, his hair standing on end from the creepy gaze, asks, “what the fuck you staring at?” (TL: The raws originally say ‘what’ written with the Chinese character for do that coincidentally shares the meaning of ‘fuck.’ Translating puns is hard)

So Murong Jihua seizes the opportunity on the pun to reply, “at the fuck!”

“…”

——Then our man quickly defuses before the young man could fight back,

“Man, your bros, they’re all amazing. Super enthusiastic and energetic. I was so happy yesterday, truly.”

He Jünle smiles in response, saying, “of course. My bros are the best.”

“…”

You damned bro-con! (In a general meaning of the word ‘bro’)

Murong Jihua raises his leather shoe to brush at He Jünle’s foot, asking with a hoarser tone than usual,

“You man, you have made the shaoye angry last night, so I’m offering you five choices to make it up – Sunshine Island, a hot springs resort, the North Sea, Country A’s City in the Sky, Twilight Castle——Pick one, and the shaoye will take you there when he’s convenient.”

He Jünle simply raises his leg to trample down hard, asking,

“——This being part of our deal?”

“Yes, but not entirely,” Murong Jihua tries to retrieve his foot from underneath the young man’s sole, but fails, and adds,

“It’s merely a personal invitation, perhaps? Mr He, would you care to go with me?”

“I’m also a busy person,” He Jünle grinds the leather shoe hard, saying,

“That’ll cost you extra, alright?”

Murong Jihua is gasping from the heavy trampling before recovering and putting up a slight smile, answering,

“Certainly.”

There are the old adages, that ‘plans cannot catch up with changes’ and ‘no drama can be written without coincidences’

——And also, there’s Murphy’s Law.

Before Murong Jihua can even take He Jünle out on bragging trips with the help of his unfair contracts, he receives the 124th emergency message from butler Cui outside of the usual greetings.

Her Highness Elizabeth has encountered Su Xiaomo in the Murong residence!

Murong Jihua “…”

He very irresponsibly gives butler Cui his career’s first ever one-star rating in his mind.

・

How did he even fail to keep that little girl in check, did he spend all his time just mulling over whether his shaoye is a top or a bottom?!

・

Well great, not even the Buddha can save his arse so that he could go relax, now.

Love, is a wine that intoxicates all;

For the female protagonist’s sake, though, all can be abandoned!

——Though he doesn’t want to admit it, Murong Jihua knows all too well that the plastic contract love between him and He Jünle is all for the sake of Su Xiaomo.

And now, great, this completely extinguished Murong Jihua’s little budding ember of admiring handsomeness.

There is nothing to say; there is nothing left to say. He can no longer dither about, he must hurry back immediately.

A private helicopter quickly lands among the family animals’ clucks and moos and oinks. Chen Ergou is there to see his boss and his man fly off far, far away.

His heart is going to shatter, just thinking about his good bok choy that was just snipped away by a pig… (TL: A Chinese colloquial saying that traditionally is used to refer to a good lady being married/falling in love with some guy that is less of a character than she is)

Although Murong-shaoye is definitely not just a regular pig.

He’s at least a silver pig, a gold pig, or a rainbow-coloured crystal pig.

But his mind still can’t get over it!

It really doesn’t take too long to fly from the countryside surrounding the North District to the Murong residence in the CBD, but it is enough time to allow Murong Jihua and He Jünle to take off their alcohol-soaked, sexy pink suits and tidy themselves up a little. After disembarking, they are again the most handsome duo under the blue sky.

The helicopter lands in the parking lot (TL: Not a helipad?) and Murong Jihua is the first to step off, then extends his hand to He Jünle behind him. His orders are written right over his face – In this ‘Absolute Zone,’ you must again be the weak boy dedicating his life for science.

“…”

He Jünle nods with a gaze of understanding and, without pomp or ceremony, leaps off leaning on the man’s hand, and very appropriately ‘trembles’ a little, while using the opportunity to smack hard on Murong Jihua’s forehead.

Butler Cui, here to receive them, is all tearing up and, without time to apologise for interrupting their happy honeymoon, quickly says,

“Her Highness Elizabeth is with Ms Su right now.”

“… What do I even pay you so much for.”

A very ominous premonition is hovering about his mind. Murong Jihua, without time for chitchat either, pulls He Jünle along with furrowed brows.

What sort of fantastical, unimaginable plot must be following him yet and yet again this time?