CH 15

Ten minutes later, the street is lined with police cordons;

Twenty minutes later, four police squadrons are in place on standby;

Thirty minutes later, a luxurious, royal, double-decker ambulance is parked underneath the hospital.

Having money really is good.

Murong Jihua so thinks and so nods to himself.

Su Xiaoqiu, clearly his first time seeing such a grand parade, is scared stiff, with his two big eyes continuously examining CEO Murong from top to bottom and side to side over. His blood pressure has increased by five percent already by this point——

Thus, after some sob sob sob from Su Xiaomo, Murong Jihua was reluctantly ‘chased’ out of the ambulance and instead boards one of the police cars in the cavalcade.

Along with a whole cohort of burly bodyguards, and also, He Jünle.

・

Murong Jihua gives a side glance to He Jünle, who is one burly man away from him, also on the backseat of the police car.

Hoping to be able to see a shred of defeat or embarrassment.

‘This is how awesome I am. Scared yet?’

——Is what Murong Jihua would like to say. Seeing other men falter before his might can satisfy the vilest of primordial urges buried deep in men’s souls.

Yet he is destined for disappointment.

He Jünle is only leaving the side of his chiselled facial profile to him with a calm expression. The fingers on his left hand are rapidly tapping away on his phone. It seems nary a shred of attention is directed his way.

Murong Jihua feels an unreasonable rage.

What are you doing looking at the boring phone! Look around you; is this a scene you peasants often get to see?

If nothing else, look at me! Don’t you think this rival in love of yours being richer and handsomer than thou is a cause for mental stress for you?!

Nope.

Is the answer in the form of He Jünle’s cold, uncaring side profile.

Murong Jihua clears his throat, but He Jünle is unmoved;

Murong Jihua begins humming a tune, but He Jünle is unimpressed;

Murong Jihua tries tapping his feet and playing with his fingers, but He Jünle is focused on his phone.

The burly guard in the middle of them asks, concerned, “boss, are you carsick?”

He Jünle “…”

Murong Jihua “… Just assume I am.”

With traffic redirected, everything proceeds smoothly.

In the central hospital, the head of the royal company of doctors has been waiting. The moment Su Xiaoqiu arrives, everything has been arranged already. Without further ado, he is now staying in the best hospital. After everything is said and done, they all sigh in relief.

・

Su Xiaomo is now sitting on the side of the bed, lightly caressing her younger brother’s forehead. He is deep asleep. She quietly sobs while saying,

“I’m really glad… Thank you.”

Murong Jihua can’t help but blank out, not knowing what to say.

What, ‘it’s ok all my money was bestowed and not like I can bribe the underworld with it anyway if I don’t use it I’d end up with my soul dispersed’——Like that?

Or, ‘you’re welcome you can focus on caring for him I’ll always be at your back’——Like this?

Murong Jihua really wants to say that, but both of them, one is practically suicide, the other is against his character archetype. Neither will do.

Humans. They never get to just be themselves in life, huh.

He can only coldly remark, “hmph, why did you not mention something so trivial to this shaoye, huh? Woman, are you doubting my capabilities?”

This time, He Jünle, with his arms crossed, is quietly standing by the side to be a good lightbulb instead, but Murong Jihua doesn’t feel at all vindicated like he expected to be.

An awkward mood begins to spread over. Su Xiaomo then looks up at the darkened skies outside, and asks Murong Jihua,

“… Can I stay here for the night? Xiaoqiu changed hospitals so I’m worried he’d be unable to sleep well.

And you… I mean, Mr Murong. The night is long and chilly. Can I ask you to have someone send Le-gege home? He still has school tomorrow, after all…”

“Oh,” without thinking, Murong Jihua answers, “I’ll call butler Cui and have him arrange for a car to send He…”

“Wait,”

A hand with well-defined veins presses on Murong Jihua’s arm.

He Jünle, with his lips curled in what looks to be a smile, and with the short hair near his ears looking soft and cuddly, making Murong Jihua’s eyes dry just looking, asks,

“Well? The grand CEO Murong, couldn’t do a single thing without his nanny butler?”

Of course not!

He’d have to be retarded if he has the money but doesn’t use it!

Is what he is thinking, but Murong Jihua is at least sharp enough to pick up what He Jünle is implying between the lines, and the heavy air in a standstill between them.

‘He has something he wants to say, and also,’

Murong Jihua narrows his eyes, and straightens his back reflexively. He glares back, his gaze almost impolitely unfriendly.

‘He does not mean well.’

——I can talk shit with you and sing and chat the first second, and smash the bottle and get the weapons and fight with you the next.

All depending only on your attitude and his mood.

When Yan Jihua was still alive, he thought of himself as a pretty temperamental guy as well.

That is how he once was.

Dangerous.