CH 6

“… a woman you are. You shall be my purchase for sure.”

One of the rules of the late-night tea party – if you can afford it, anything present here is on sale like products in a display cabinet.

When he heard this rule, Murong Jihua immediately concluded,

That this is definitely the default setting for the forced encounter between the male and female leads!

The CEO’s voice is magnetic and prominent. After a short silence, the entire venue erupts in chatter.

——The CEO of the number one company in Country A, Christine Corporation,

The eldest born son of the Murong family, the top family of the top families.

The dream husband of all female creatures of the entire world (TL: Yes. It is specifically worded that way. So from your doting grandmother all the way to that little queen ant in the mound)——

Spares not even a glance for all the wealth and extravagance, but instead has made a purchase of one woman fallen from grace!

This is the perfect male deity, Murong Jihua, who is so dreamy it should be illegal we’re talking about!

And then, as everything transpires,

Murong Jihua, in observance of one of the golden principles, ‘never treat the female lead too well in the beginning,’ throws down a generous cheque without blinking, or without even another glance at Su Xiaomo, but only leaves behind a,

“Here’s 300 million. Keep the change. In five minutes, I want this woman in the sports car outside my door.” (TL: … My door? Might be a typo. Or not. I don’t know)

——And then, with a dismissive smartening of his clothes, he begins walking away with his elegant steps while holding a glass of wine, as he prepares to make his exit from the late-night tea party…

That is when, as it transpired.

——A dining knife, still reflecting the cold light of the venue, pierces through the lonely skies, and with a clank, the wine glass shatters.

A brilliant crimson spreads like a mist outwards, drenching part of the white skin near Murong Jihua’s chin red.

The venue of the late-night tea party, is silent as a graveyard.

Murong Jihua licks the corner of his lips quietly, and thinks nonchalantly, that it’s sour.

The weather turns bad. After the rolling clouds, the stars have dimmed as a storm cloud rolls in. A drizzle starts;

The starless night continues on. A shooting star impales through the sheet of rain, and the lights from the city along with it. (TL: I have no idea what kind of scene this is supposed to look like either; anyway, basically it is also now drizzling in the tea party, which is for some reason held somewhere open-air)

And only a bare few houses remain lit.

Back in the venue of the late-night tea party, the mood is tense. It is primed to blow.

When Murong Jihua casts his gaze towards the perpetrator who dared defy his presence, all his bodyguards who are readying themselves to fight quietly stop their actions.

——It is a man about the same age as he is. Dressed in a trenchcoat white as snow. His short, tidy hair is almost sparkling a deep Prussian blue under the light.

His form is half-buried in darkness; there appears to be a hint of frost among his features.

——The man slowly rises from the VIP seats of the tea party.

Su Xiaomo is tearing up, calling out, “Le-gege!”

She extends her long arms forward, trying to approach, but butler Cui stops her.

Murong Jihua wipes the red from his face with a tissue, and stares at the man in silence.

His face is calm. His pair of cold, unforgiving eyes are throwing daggers.

In one word, handsome;

In two words, good-looking;

In three words, very visually pleasing;

In just a second after examining him, Murong Jihua concludes that he must be the cold but vibrant male deuteragonist.

Who would write a walking CK-1 advert only to delegate the character to the role of an extra in a romance novel?

He has to say, that appearance of his is worth at least 200 million by his estimate.

Unlike his cold, distant, handsome self, the man’s handsomeness is more the merciless blade of an absolute masterpiece of a sword. He is dangerous, rude, imposing; forcefully so.

“Though compared to me, he still comes up just a little bit short.”

Yet soon enough, CEO Murong has to retract and overturn the entirety of his conclusion the previous second.

(21:00:04) The man makes a cold chuckle as a cold breeze blows over, puffing up his coat halfway;

(21:00:15) A cold glimmer slides off his left hand into the wet ground, disappearing soon enough from the rainy night.

It was a silver dinner knife;

(21:01:15) The man is still unfazed, and even perks up the corner of his lips slightly, pointing his chin towards Murong Jihua, like he is merely looking at a weakling.

(21:02:00) The man slowly parts his thin lips, and begins his cantillation (TL: ??? And yes, this whole scene played out over a whole two minutes. I imagine it must be difficult holding in a yawn as a spectator).

“Tch… Is it so. It is so!”

Then, the man lowers his head a little to coldly examine Murong Jihua over, and speaks with a clean, crisp, frigid voice,

“… Indeed I have been late, Mu-er (TL: ‘-er’ is a suffix generally used towards someone younger and considered like some cute junior). They say even rules can make way for man. I shall defy the Heavens, and take back what is mine.”

“——Murong Jihua, you have certainly piqued my interest now.”

The moment the words end, a wind begins to howl, blowing into the chilly rain, forming massive tidal waves in Murong Jihua’s chest!

So cool!

Oh wait, he meant to say, so eighth-grade syndrome!

Wait, this development that just screams the domineering aura of the outrageous teenager in urban novels of a certain novel website—— (TL: Referring to qidian (Chinese))

Is he actually the male deuteragonist instead?

——Maybe this isn’t actually a female-oriented romance novel at all!

But a Gary Stu novel with the trash male protagonist who rises up to prominence while acting cool, face-slapping, coming onto girls and taking in lackeys?

Uhh, will he let him go if he just gives the woman back to the protagonist? Waiting_online;_pretty_urgent.jpg (TL: A Chinese Internet gag that is somehow a gag, even thought it is just a description of someone panicking)