CH 12

In Murong Jihua’s brain –

He Jünle’s life = Life goals (The Jünle Gang) + Lackeys + Girls (plural) + Fiery youth

He, Murong Jihua’s life = An unobtainable little white lotus + Cash + Cash + Cash + Cash…

Sigh, what kind of life it is without any goals in life like some kind of salted fish lying in the sun…

Wait,

That actually sounds pretty nice?

After parting ways with He Jünle and returning home, Murong Jihua can already see a row of beautiful maids lined up at the classy, elegant entrance of his residence. The head of the maids Sophia and the butler, Cui ‘Butler’ Guanshi is humbly greeting him.

“Where is she?” He asks, referring to Su Xiaomo.

“The moment she returned she went into the bedroom. It is past dinner time, but she has refused to come out,” replies Sophia.

Murong Jihua furrows his brows to say, “I’ll go check up on her.”

Before any replies come, Murong Jihua, with his hand holding a platter of cakes, kicks Su Xiaomo’s bedroom door right open.

Under the dim light, Su Xiaomo has buried herself entirely in her blankets. The noises from him make her curl up even further into a bun.

Murong Jihua takes a deep breath, and while trying his best to suppress the sense of guilt that’s building in him, he marches over to flip the blanket right open, to say,

“Woman, on whose permission are you sleeping without waiting for this shaoye to be home?”

Oh, thank goodness the girl is the type to wear pyjamas when sleeping!!!

Su Xiaomo is no longer trembling. She has turned her back to Murong Jihua while holding her own snow-white pyjamas tightly. She wouldn’t mutter a word.

Murong Jihua adjusts his platter as he kneels one of his long legs on the side of the bed, to ask with a lowered tone,

“You’re eating vinegar? (TL: Meaning to feel jealous romantically)

Eating mine or his, mm?” (TL: … If you don’t get it, the ‘his’ is the possessive pronoun here)

… Is there an undo button in this game?

Su Xiaomo is not even squirming anymore.

‘… Makes sense. Even he would be afraid of such a temperamental, impolite man in her place.’

Can anyone tell him if any girls out there would actually feel swooned by such a forceful and inconsiderate jerk of a bossy CEO?!

In his desperation, Murong Jihua recalls one of the frequent killer tropes of these romance novels——

Whitewashing Evoking Pity

“My mom died.

My dad never loved me since I was born.

I… Do you not see how diligent I am?”

He would like to apologise and see himself out.

While Murong Jihua is so embarrassed his hair must be standing on end, and he’s ready to retreat, Su Xiaomo suddenly extends one of her hands to drag Murong Jihua’s clothes.

And then reveals her face strewn with tears,

“I see… You had such a saddening past.”

???

“… Thank you for letting me still see Le-gege.”

???

“It really is a harsh toll on you to write your name dozens on times on contracts every day. You really are a good person.”

???

He got good-person-carded? (TL: The equivalent on friendzone in Chinese. Instead of ‘can’t we just be friends?’, it’s somehow more popular to reply ‘you’re a good person, but…’ when confessed to)

No wait, he’s the male lead, he’s the bossy CEO, right?

The game logo has a speech bubble reading – One Red Card warning!

… Oh my dear Ms Su, please stop implicating him further!