When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 73.1
Showdown (Twist)
Translated by boilpoil
Edited by boilpoil
My name is Murong Jihua. I’m a bit confused right now.
Several questions fill my mind, making me unable to calm down.
“…”
Murong Jihua feels like he’s really just a dish of arranged, specially ordered sour steamed fish –
Sour, and veggie (TL: Meaning ‘noob’ in CN slang-lingo), and unnecessary.
‘Ok, fine, I’ll do what you want.’
Murong Jihua lowers his pretty eyelashes sadly. His side profile drenched in the rays of the sun are chiselled and extremely handsome from all possible angles.
Have you seen someone who could be described as both handsome and cute?
The lorry driver’s face is going beet-red from secretly glancing at Murong Jihua.
He thinks he is now qualified to answer.
He Jünle quickly sends a photo to Murong Jihua, who, in his dejected mood, doesn’t even so much as glance before forwarding it to butler Cui, telling him to arrange for the following – shao-furen’s orders, this woman must explode in popularity today.
Butler Cui, in the CCTV room, almost so shocked his anus would fall off from seeing his shaoye’s traffic accident “…”
Shaoye! As long as you’re alive and well, he’ll do anything!
Murong Jihua, now sitting on the passenger’s seat instead and still recovering from his trauma named ‘He Jünle really wants to make a woman famous’ “…”
He Jünle! As long as——Oh well, the shaoye will support you whatever you do.
He believes in him.
Sophia, now having recovered her senses, asks, “shaoye, what do you plan to do now?”
Murong Jihua is blanking out at his mobile screen, asking, “… how is the battle?”
Sophia answers, “600:300.”
Murong Jihua furrows his brows in response, saying, “that’s bad.
——But he tries his best to stop his urges of wanting to do something to help.
Murong・The Sour Steamed Fish・The Melodramatic Teenage Girl Bossy CEO・Jihua, after mulling about it for so long, finally wonders, if, he doing nothing at all, would be the best help in He Jünle’s opinion?
‘Never mind, the shaoye can relax once in a while too.’
And so, Murong Jihua picks a movie and starts watching.
Relax…
…
…
…
His・Arse!
His shaoye’s man is still fighting with the Princess from Hell!
Why wouldn’t he tell him anything?!
What should he actually do!
Murong Jihua, so frustrated he wants to smack his head into the lorry’s glass window is super exasperated, and is actually about to put that into practise——
When, reflexively, naturally, his attention has been caught by a streak of snowy white turning around the corner of the street.
A shocking glance.
‘Love at first sight’ is really too superficial, and ‘love chiselled in blood’ is really too melodramatic, so only that phrase describes this scene the best.
What the holy shit…
Is this angel descended from Heaven?!
How could a woman have such a world-saving white lotus, pitiful, hopelessly pretty face?!
The lightness and the denseness of the make-up certainly fit one another,
To ascend from the muddy ground without a speck,
To possess such cherry, crimson red lips, and a snowy arm, like a beautiful lotus flower root.
Other than the slightly too obviously defined muscles——Every single feature screams a pure, loving female protagonist descended from a comic book.
However, in Murong Jihua’s eyes, that muscular quality is even another bonus…
So Murong Jihua can only watch as the girl, in her snow white dress, runs towards him——
And pass by this ‘obstruction’——
Leaving behind a simple, retreating silhouette——
Throwing him slightly perked up lips when turning the corner——
“…”
Seriously, any man would be awestruck!
Murong Jihua slaps his warming cheeks audibly, and is finally feeling guilty and embarrassed at how lost he was being.
Was it, love at first sight?
Love?
This shaoye, loves her?
This shaoye, who already has a family?!
Oh fuck,
Not even this shaoye can find it in him to forgive himself!
Quickly recall He Jünle and suppress the urge.
Phew, thank goodness He Jünle’s expressionless face is always extremely critical against him. Murong Jihua has calmed down in between his breaths.
Trying to set this shaoye up? Hmph, you’re still far off, young woman!
——Then Murong Jihua casts his gaze back at the pure white silhouette worth 99/100 points in his mind.
‘That said…’
Murong Jihua then recalls that slightly unamused smile the person looked back at him with.
‘Didn’t, that kinda, look, a bit, familiar, it’s, almost like…’
He suddenly widens his eyes, going,
“… He Jünle?”
Could it be?!
He got it!
No wonder!
So all good-looking people enjoy smiling dryly like that?!
So the very narcissistic Murong Jihua also narcissistically retrieves his camera to narcissistically open up selfie mode to give himself a few pictures.
… But, even so, a man like him, who doesn’t have such a dry, unamused smile also looks handsome, right?
While mulling over stuff, there is a crowd of people approaching from where the angel-descendent came from, yelling and brushing past each other and all rushing this way, from reporters hauling camera equipment to good boys and girls in school uniforms——Shocking Murong Jihua so much he puts his head back into the lorry to play dead.
A reporter is clinging onto Murong Jihua’s window, gasping for breath, asking, “hello, mister! Did you happen to see a bishoujo running really quickly past you just now?”
Murong Jihua lowers his sunglasses a little, pointing in the direction where the girl just ran off to.
“Thank you!”
The reporter, excited beyond all reasonable capacity, waves his arm out to tell the crowd, “that way, go go go!”
The crowd floods past the lorry as Murong Jihua can hear all the excited chatter.
“Is that the girl that landed in Trending out of nowhere?”
“Definitely! I heard the Murong family was behind it…”
“The Murong family?! Seriously? Is she Murong Jihua’s illegitimate daughter?!”
“Hey, Murong Jihua isn’t even really that age yet. If you ask me… hehe… It might be the little fae that…”
“Stop! Murong Jihua has gone public already!”
“Who cares who she even is when she’s definitely going to be news material for a long time! Go after her! More photos means more traffic for us!”
“…”
Murong Jihua, somehow ending up with an additional ‘daughter’ and ‘secret lover’ attributed in the conversation of the crowds “…”
So that was the girl He Jünle wanted to propel to fame?
Murong Jihua furrows his brows, wondering,
‘… My Jünle-gege, what are you really trying to do here?’