When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 55.3

“Next up, an MMTV exclusive——Tea Time With Her Highness, the Divine Princess Elizabeth!

At 3pm Royal Time in Country A, as the gentlelady, the first of Her name, Her Highness Elizabeth is having tea in the garden under the Murong residence today;

Do observe, her beautifully suffocating countenance before the camera! Peerless, unparalleled, unique, so elegant that the world has lost its colour before her!

Then, let us follow the steps of the on-scene reporter and interview her——”

Her Highness Elizabeth, seated in the garden, is dressed in a long, burgundy dress. She looks all the more extravagant and attractive. With one hand holding her teacup, she is toying with a butterfly with her other.

Her smile is pretty and business-like. She says, “me?——Yes, Mr Murong and I are not that kind of relationship. We are good friends, and naturally, we also wish that our friendship would be able to facilitate a deeper level of cooperation between the royal and Murong families blablabla…”

Suddenly.

“Oh hell! Murong Jihua you mad dog, if you keep biting me then ARGH!”

“Quit pussyfooting! Come check out the gift I prepared for you, this shaoye wouldn’t allow you to say no——”

“I know how to damned walk myself!”

Elizabeth “…”

On-scene reporter “…

Did we… have a live accident?

Oh… It was paused, thank goodness. We can just cut this off when we report. We hope the sound recording was quiet enough… Then Your Highness, next question——Your Highness? Your Highness?”

‘Crack.’

The teacup handle was snapped right off by those gentle hands.

‘Splat.’

The big, beautiful butterfly has been strangled to death by a pair of elegant fingers.

The report is sure he must be dreaming, or he’s gone mad——

That Princess, rumoured to be so resplendent she rivals the moon herself, with a pale, drained face, soulless eyes and dilated pupils, and a terrifyingly large smile on her mouth, begins spouting,

“Mu-dage y Mr Lejün! ¡Qué, qué vos hizo tan asombroso! ¡Quiero la ver también!” (TL: “What thing makes you so amazing! I want to have a look, too!” is the raws here)

The reporters and the TV station employees left behind “…”

Ni Haofan says, “… Apologies, everyone. The interview… will be postponed.”

He Jünle has wilted;

He Jünle is in shock;

He Jünle has been showered in dog-blood.

Murong Jihua is giddy;

Murong Jihua is proud;

Murong Jihua feels like his boyfriend power has been maxed out.

He Jünle extends a finger outwards, pointing into the bedroom from the entrance, exclaming,

“What the hell——”

Murong Jihua, with 120% proudness, extends one golden-fleece-silken-gloved hand towards He Jünle for invitation, with his other hand pointed towards the bedroom as gesturing for display, says,

“You man, look closely, this is the territory I (TL: Using the term of address for a Dynastic Emperor referring to himself) have conquered for you.”

TL;DR – Murong Jihua has moved a whole small playground into the bedroom.

(The CEO’s bedroom size ≈ the size of a standard 400-metre track; see Chapter 1 for details)

An excerpt from the ‘He Jünle Autobiography’——

“Before I came to know Murong Jihua, my life was headed in a bright, beautiful, hopeful, righteous direction;

After I met Murong Jihua, this man who acts neither like some pompous official nor like some spoilt rich boy continues to demolish my worldview;

This man, would always use his damned ‘wisdom,’ his damned EQ and his damned sexual orientation to offend my pride over and over again;

And, after that one time when he moved a whole amusement park into our bedroom,

I knew for sure, that I lost.”

Before He Jünle has recovered from the side effect of petrification from his worldview reconstruction, the amusement park is already heating up.

“Ah! ¿Esto es amusement park? Woah qué is this?! Can I sit on it? Looks muy interesante!”

“Mm… It’s what Murong-gege prepared for Le-gege, Your Highness. I think it wouldn’t be polite if we played before them.

No, it’s polite, it’s very extremely appropriate!

Please, I beg you, take your Murong-gege with you and play merry-go-round, so that the man cannot drag me along anymore!

Seriously, since I went from a little errand boy-gangster into a whole Gang leader and then to a (fake) CP partner of a CEO, I’ve always been the proud and domineering one.

Since when did I have to become so damned helpless like this?!

“You don’t like this?”

Murong Jihua approaches the young man. They are of almost equal height, so he is able to brush at the hair by He Jünle’s ear this way.

“The merry-go-round is the cruellest game of the world… This shaoye has brought them for you, wishing they could take our grievances away,

Promise me, you would fall in love with him?”

He Jünle’s head turns and his teeth easily clamps onto Murong Jihua’s lower lip. His breathing feels irregular, god knows if he’s given up altogether or just endlessly irate. He yells,

“I for damned sure like you, my arse!”

——Then he bites down hard, without hesitation.

Su Xiaomo, enjoying the swing, asks, “Your Highness, do you see what Murong-gege and Le-gege are doing? It’s quite the ruckus…”

“Eh? Could it ser——Public intercourse?” Her Highness’ eyes light up as she straightens herself from the sandbox, accidentally trampling and demolishing the sandcastle she just built, unfazed, saying,

“Ahh, entiendo~ They, mm… mm?!”

——The man dressed in a formal black and red attire is flying all over the place atop the small rollercoaster. While the young man in the azure trenchcoat is holding a big rifle (TL: A Nerf replica, I’m sure), firing at him while chasing after him on the ground…

The one in the formal attire is Murong Jihua. The one in the trenchcoat is He Jünle.

Su Xiaomo asks, “what is happening? Your Highness, I am really worried…”

“You do not have to be,” Princess Elizabeth looks back at her with a smile and a serene but stern expression, explaining,

“Love is war, love evolves to hate… Is this the reaction of humans engaging with different levels of dopamine! As expected of the wise Mu-dage!”

“Please, mercy, I was wrong, I really was wrong.”

The rollercoaster will return to its station eventually, just like how Murong Jihua will be caught by He Jünle eventually.

Looking at the young man, who, after a 10-minute high-speed adrenaline-fused chase is still unflushed and calmly breathing, Murong Jihua feels like he severely underestimated the young man’s physical capabilities.

——He’s impressed that, such a damned strongman of peak masculinity could be severely allergic to him. Doesn’t that imply he’s strong as well?

Murong Jihua, with a whole mouth tasting of blood, while retreating in the direction opposite of where He Jünle came from, continues blabbering,

“You should pity this shaoye too. For you damned man, he had to write a whole fifteen-character message to butler Cui——to move this whole amusement park here. And you’re still dissatisfied how?”

“Mmhm, you’re right,” He Jünle answers with a very scary smile. He pokes his finger at his lips, mixing some of it and putting it on his tongue, before continuing, “come on, Murong——baby, let me use my teeth to memorise the shape of your lips well.”

“Don’t come here Lele——Le-gege——sweetheart, if you come over here I’ll strip! I’ll strip naked and hug you, so that you die of allergy, see?”

He Jünle isn’t taken aback at all, though. He rushes right over, and before Murong Jihua can make up his mind whether to strip, the young man——

——Pushes him right down to the ground.

Only when the sound of the gun buttocks falling to the ground reaches his ears, does Murong Jihua open his eyes wide, a little shocked, thinking,

‘Woah, there is a day where he would actively go for me, too?

Did the sun rise up from the west today?’

He Jünle did not end up having physical contact with Murong Jihua after all. He holds this posture of pushing Murong Jihua down in place, and buries his face into the black and red shoulder of the man under him. Then says, with a shaky voice,

“I can’t hold it in anymore——Ever since I got to know you, I’ve fucking experienced a lifetime’s worth of amazement…”

He isn’t angry at all.

——In fact, he is laughing uproariously.

Murong Jihua can’t hold it in either, and grabs the laughing man on him, and swallows the narrow lips whole.

“I don’t fucking care about anything and everything and all the other possible ‘things anymore,

I like him, and I enjoy the process of liking him, and I am confident I will also be liked back.

What’s with all the other buzzwords?”

“Murong, you’ve… you know.”

“…”

“It’s always you first? Not this time, let’s have a fight and calm down first——”

“Can’t we just hug and embrace and spin in circles like normal couples do?”

“We can’t,”

Says He Jünle, standing opposite the light coming towards him, colouring his smile brilliantly, as he continues,

“You’ll never be able to cheap me out of it, Mr CEO.”

Ah.

I fell, in love.

Baby,

You make me act like a silly boy. (TL: Also written in English in the raws)