When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 67.1

No, Murong Jihua! It’s a trap! Take the menu and it’s your loss!

He Jünle forms an ‘O’ with his fingers, to snap at the elegant hard cover of the menu of the rooms, asking,

“Not picking?”

No!

Is it that hard to open a room?!

True love!

Does not need flowery romanticisms,

Does not need additional plays!

True love is simple and mundane!

Murong Jihua blinks;

Murong Jihua smiles brilliantly;

Murong Jihua takes the menu, replying, “I’ll pick.”

Under both He Jünle and the female owner’s fixed stares, Murong Jihua puts on the business smile to act comfortable. He raises his brow slightly, and slowly opens the book of the Otherworld in his hands.

His head looks down to give it a simple glimpse;

His smile simply freezes;

He simply slams the book shut with a ‘thunk.’

Murong Jihua awkwardly says, “… let’s just open a simple room, ones by the clock.”

He Jünle “…?”

Oh, you’re boasting earlier.

You man. Ho.

The female owner saunters forth with a smile, and almost naturally piles up a bunch of wrinkles on her face, asking,

“Boy, you didn’t bring enough dosh? Eh, alright! This room costs about a hundred or so dollars cheaper than these couples’ rooms──”

“Woman, I will allow you to repeat what you said and rectify your choice of words,”

Murong Jihua suddenly has a frigid aura about him, an aura written like ‘My damned name is Zhao Ritian’ (TL: A very eighth grade name, literally meaning ‘fuck the Heavens’), and he glances at the female owner sideways, arrogantly asking,

“You・dare・say・I・didn’t・have・enough・money?”

──What great insult to his bossy CEO character archetype!

──What great offence to his acting as someone representative of all transmigrators!

He Jünle turns his head away to quietly chuckle outside of Murong Jihua’s view.

──He really does like it when the man shows his occasional, endlessly cute silly domineering aura.

Murong Jihua takes the tall hat off of his head, turns it around, and immediately, the bank notes of all sorts of colours form a mountain on the counter with the cash register.

The female hotel owner “…”

“A, a dimensional pocket?!”

Murong Jihua then readjusts his top hat to put it back on top of his head, and straightens his hair, grabbing the rim of his top head tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes that scream ‘I’m rich.’

“My butler has once told me,” he says, still with that arrogant smile, “when you do not know what to pick, either, ‘I want it all,’ or,

‘I want the most expensive one’!”

(TL: The titles’ wrong numbering is at it again)

“Which one of these themed rooms is the most fucking expensive, will be the one this shaoye picks.”

When the two of them spend long enough together, one realises that,

They begin converging in character──

While right now, Murong Jihua hasn’t realised it yet,

But, the female owner, bearing the full brunt of the awkwardness facing the eighth-grade exaggerated Gary Stu, realises that –

The silly Internet commenters really didn’t lie at all!

They’re fortunate.

The room they’ve got in the end, isn’t too big or to small, too wide or too narrow, too cold or too hot, too erotic or too homosexual, basically revealing a wholly neutral, the homeland kind of feeling.

Were you disappointed?

Hohoho hahaha.

True love is simple and mundane!

──That’s what Murong Jihua believes in.

With the feeling like he’s been released from hell and the world has been granted mercy (TL: Dynastic China often ‘granted mercy’ to incarcerated criminals by releasing them to show a new emperor’s generousness), he is halfway embracing He Jünle to kiss and touch and undress clothes, barely away from the main course.

When the both of them lie flat on the bed, only to see.

──What the hell is that on the ceiling?

The room itself really did look so normal, not different from some standard hotel double bed room──

It seems they’ve left all the romanticisms to the ceiling instead.

──A large screen spanning the whole ceiling, showing the amazing night-time activity of the occupants in full 4K HD 360° glory.

Lying on the bed, staring closely, one will find they can even see the pores clearly!

?

A real-time live replay of an adult video featuring themselves?

?

What kind of deviant idea is that?! Do young couples these days all have such playful tastes?!

Unlike Murong Jihua who is filled with ridiculous thoughts, He Jünle just straightens himself up and immediately begin undressing without a further word.

His expression is one of serenity and calm, but his actions suggests he’s some serial stalker who hasn’t seen activity for some three hundred years.

He’s also reminding Murong Jihua──Who is now lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a colourful face,

“Quickly. Come on, let’s do it now. Take off everything. We need as much physical contact as possible.”

Murong Jihua points to the ceiling, though, asking, “are you sure?”

He Jünle furrows his brows, asking, “what’s not to be sure for? You look good enough, even on camera. If you don’t want to see it, close your eyes, lie down and I’ll do it?”

Murong Jihua immediately refuses, “no, no, no, you should’ve taken some psychology, Le-gege,”

He Jünle “?”

Murong Jihua replies, “the more you try to psychologically condition yourself not to look, the more you will end up wanting to look.”

He Jünle swears he could almost smile at that humorous response, then, asks with a neutral tone, “then what do you want to do?”

Murong Jihua puts a slightly fiendish, tricksy smile on, and lays his foot down flat to force He Jünle down under him, saying,

“That’s why you have to obediently stay beneath me today, don’t try to use some wholly rebellious bodily position.”

“You’re down there while I’m up here. I’ll look at you, then I’ll obviously not see anything above, right?”

He Jünle is about to retort when he thinks about it, and decides it makes sense.

He smiles, giving up, and relaxes his body to say, “… sure.”