When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 60.2

What does it mean to permeate the soul and devour the bones?

It’s probably similar to this.

——The silver bottle cracks, water and gel disperse;

——A snowstorm in June, tears streak;

——The ones with hair yet black knows not to study while young;

——The ones with white hair regrets not studying after their prime.

The next day, Murong Jihua’s computer hard disk very understandably has 3 more gigabytes occupied;

He Jünle has had a fever since the wee hours and is not up yet.

He Jünle’s fever makes his head throb. He really wants to fall asleep, but Murong Jihua’s incessant blabbering next to his ears make him unable to sleep well, or at all.

——”Butler Cui are you for real?! Is it really difficult to tell all thirty-six of them old farts from the royal physicians’ corp to come here?!”

“Shaoye, apologies, they are already on their way…”

——”Sophia what’s wrong with you? Is it that hard to present a grand total of 84 Chinese meals in two hours?!”

“Boss, apologies, the maids are all working hard to prepare a meal for shao-furen already…”

——”Su Xiaomo what——Mm? Xiaoqiu, you’re here too? Haha, welcome to the Murong residence. You see, this shaoye might lack anything but money; Xiaoqiu should also live here from now on.”

“Thank you Murong-gege!”

“Thank you Jihua-gege!”

“Jihua-gege… Can I call you daddy?”

“Xiaoqiu! Don’t be ridiculous!”

“It’s alright, Xiaomo; of course you can.”

He Jünle was quietly listening, feeling his head throbbing less.

However, a brain that is too capable does not need to be willed to operate.

Su Xiaoqiu (Newly adopted son)→Murong Jihua (Newly adopted father)

Su Xiaoqiu (Little bro)→He Jünle(Older brother)

He Jünle (?)→Murong Jihua (?)

He Jünle “…”

A while later, it finally goes quiet outside of the bedroom.

A short while after that, He Jünle can hear ‘clop clop’ footsteps from outside.

It sounds like money.

Murong Jihua walks next to the bed, seeing how He Jünle still has his eyes shut, he leans over to touch He Jünle’s forehead with his lips while murmuring,

“Still not awake, huh… Tch. It’s my fault.”

“…”

“Well, aren’t you agreeable when you’re asleep?

Ho——ho. I saw a lot last night, of course, so it isn’t exactly a big deal if I take a photo to be my phone background, right?”

He Jünle extends his hand to block the camera of Murong Jihua’s terminal, smiling and saying,

“Oi, enough already.”

Murong Jihua grabs the hand.

Like a cloud returning to the skies,

Waves returning to the shore,

Stars returning to the night,

You returning to me.

Murong Jihua’s face is flushing bright red yet again.

He clears his throat with a very loud cough, but his body is much more honest than him, as he flips open He Jünle’s blanket to slip in himself.

He’s still a bit too embarrassed to hug him, so he just sits next to the person in his heart, leaning on a soft pillow together.

“You——”

“I——”

“…”

“…”

“You go ahead?”

“You first.”

Fine.

Murong Jihua didn’t really have anything to ask, but somehow he feels like he has a whole array of flirts and questions he wants to state——So, with a completely inexplicable bravado, he asks,

“You… haven’t actually ever… did that with your bros too, right?”

“…”

“Oh fuck, what was I saying, I mean, am I your fir——Shit, the shaoye, I mean…”

“…”

He Jünle rubs his nose bridge before leaning over to chomp at Murong Jihua’s earlobe with his lips, while whispering,

“None. No man nor woman. You’re the very first. That answer good for you?”

His voice is still slightly cracked, which is making Murong Jihua’s thoughts go haywire again.

“So… Your ambitions and me, which one would be…”

Fuck.

Yan Jihua, Murong Jihua is begging you, please shut up!

What the hell kind of soap-opera-worthy question is that?!

Is he seriously expecting him to answer “no prize is worthier than Murong Jihua” or some other flirtatious proclamation like that?!

Then, Murong Jihua hears He Jünle chuckle, to answer,

“Ho… Of course, no prize is worthier——”

?!?!

That is when, He Jünle’s terminal is ringing up at the worst possible timing.

A second later, He Jünle asks, “mm? Ah——What?”

Murong Jihua can hear Chen Ergou’s excited voice from way over,

“Laoda! We got Jünle Gang’s finances for the month sorted out! It’s a killing! We’re definitely no longer just the leader of the North District! Go take a look! I sent it over for you!”

“Oh?!”

He Jünle’s eyes are definitely sparkling, as he suddenly rises up to stand tall, completely unlike his sickness-stricken self from earlier.

Murong Jihua “…”

Murong Jihua “Le…”

He Jünle, “ho, very well! As expected of my men! I shall defy the Heavens, and dictate fate with my own two hands! Hahaha! I shall go see immediately, wait for my orders, y’all!”

Murong Jihua “…”

Murong Jihua extends his hand to try and adjust He Jünle’s clothes which have been messed up slightly, telling him to take care of his body and not do anything reckless for now——He Jünle smacks that hand right off, and looks at him with such a sharp gaze in his eyes.

There is a domineering smile on his lips.

“Ambitions bear such delectable tastes. As for complicated feelings and emotions and romance, they only hinder your da-ge, my adventures in Jianghu!

Hua-er, wait for me, when my businesses are done, I shall come back for you!”

Murong Jihua “…”

Murong Jihua “… Alright.”