CH 7

A slightly chilly night, a heart turning to freeze;

Half a drop of red wine; his cold funeral.

Calm down,

Calm down!

Calm down.

The logo in the upper right of his vision is still blinking as always. Murong Jihua has never imagined that there would be a day——

When a name so facetious and eighth-grade as ‘A Restless Mad Love: The Bossy CEO’s Beloved Little White Lotus’ would be able to offer him mental strength like he is receiving right now:

The confidence and bravery in the sense of ‘I am the Protagonist’

Yes. That’s right. What kind of properly male-oriented novel will have such a farcical name?!

Before he can react, though, ‘Le-gege’ speaks up again, this time towards Su Xiaomo,

His eyes resemble broken pieces of coloured mosaic. The moment they appear, it paints a whole mysterious Mary Sue aura of detachment onto this scene.

“Mo-er, to force yourself under power and authority; if this were your choice, I do not blame you.

Yet, this is also my war. One day, I will take back everything he has taken from me. Wait for me, Mo-er.”

Su Xiaomo’s head is shaking like a Chinese bolanggu (TL: Click the video on the Wiki page to watch it in its full glory, hahaha), her bean-sized, giant tears are raining away downwards like beads off a broken necklace, as she wails,

“No, do not be consumed by hatred any longer! This is not what is happening, Le-gege!”

“…”

What kind of soap opera melodrama is going on?!

And wait, isn’t he a CEO?

Isn’t this the money-operated late-night auction… Wait, scratch that, ‘late-night tea party’?

Why is he cooperating with that whatsitsname to argue. That is definitely the foolish act only a cannon fodder would do!

Butler Cui has served his master Murong Jihua since he was a little Murong boy (TL: ???); if we borrow a phrase from his occasional drunken divulgence, ‘the moment shaoye lifts his golden diamond tail he’d know what kind of rainbow fart…’

Kuhum, excuse him.

Anyway, the point is that he notices very soon that Murong Jihua seems displeased, and quickly leans in to ask quietly,

“Shaoye, what should we do? Do we have to deal with him?”

He puts his palm at his neck, and swipes it across horizontally.

Murong Jihua is, slightly conflicted.

From what he can remember, urban Mary Sue romance novels will only permit the tortuous plot devices that are accidentally in nature like car accidents or terminal illnesses to pain the main characters’ minds and bodies——

Even ignoring the possibility of his being a potentially living Gary Stu, even if he is just a male deuteragonist in a bossy CEO novel with the wrong character archetype attached, forcefully murdering the female lead’s childhood friend in the very opening act is definitely a red penalty card already.

Murong Jihua begins mulling over it deep with his brows furrowed – What kind of actions can he adopt here that is novel (TL: Novel (adj.)), anti-cliché and can also avoid a forced BE from the bossy CEO character archetype going OoC?

A long while later, Murong Jihua delivers his verdict,

“Retrieve for me enough money to smack someone to death.”

The air is suddenly silent, save for the collective gasp of the entire venue——

And the gasps continues rhythmically, without stopping (TL: ???).

Murong Jihua, with his thumb raised, wipes the remaining wine off his lips, and gives another ‘bewitching’ smile, saying,

“My men, smack him, smack him with stacks upon stacks of cash;

If you can’t smack him dead, you do not need to come in for work anymore.”

Rich people really do get to do whatever they want.

And of course, they did not actually smack him dead, as Murong Jihua, under the tearful pleas from the little white lotus female lead, can only ‘unwillingly and reluctantly’ let the flashy white man go.

On the surface, Murong Jihua looks wildly prideful but also slightly dissatisfied, but in his mind he is totally pumping his fist.