CH 18

Under the cherry tree by the side of the street, where the waves of red and pink line the road.

He・Gary Stu・Winner in Life・Womanising・Outrageous Urban Teen・Jünle

Is flirting, yet again.

No, he might be jumping to conclusions here. The scene is actually——The pretty girl in the modified school uniform proactively trying to stick herself onto He Jünle.

The young man himself is expressionlessly parting and closing his lips. Who knows what he is saying.

——Pretending to be some innocent little sugar boy, huh.

Murong Jihua glances at Su Xiaomo, with her head down and eyes reddened, then feels his head throb in pain.

Looks like he’s the daddy to her, but He Jünle is far from her ‘mommy.’

Looks like… In many senses of the word, he did completely lose to He Jünle.

Looks like, he’ll have to be daddy today, and fight for his daughter’s happiness!

So Murong Jihua sounds the car horn before leaving his vehicle behind on his long legs. The car door makes a loud bang as it was shut.

After successfully attracting He Jünle and the girl’s attention, he pushes the magnetic blue sunglasses on his nose bridge, then raises his chiselled chin up, looking quite spiffy indeed.

“He Jünle, your bet with me is still on. Seems a little bit disrespectful to open another round of flirting, huh?”

He Jünle glances over at Murong Jihua’s black sports car with knit brows, but doesn’t respond.

Instead, it is the beauty by his side who sticks out her tongue naughtily at Murong Jihua while wrapping herself around He Jünle’s arm, saying,

“Who are you, even? What’s it to you what Jünle-ge is doing?”

The intimate gestures between them are like a needle in Murong Jihua’s eyes, poking deep down into his heart.

This is so so so so so so agonising to the shaoye!

They’re legally, openly going about their harem business, unlike him, who doesn’t even dare even though he is definitely capable. Taking in any romance besides that of the female lead as a CEO is unacceptable to readers.

Envy? Jealousy? Hate?

——Perhaps, for the little white lotus in his car.

So, with a smile——Our man drags on one of the slim, white arms of the beauty in front of him, and applies some force to drag it away from He Jünle’s arm.

Before he could take in what he did, Murong Jihua hears himself say,

“For the person I like, what is mine is mine, but what is hers is also mine.

And so her Jünle-gege, is obviously, also mine.

That enough of a reason for me to meddle, mm?”

Under the bright sun, the atmosphere is inexplicably cooling down fast.

The beauty, holding her suddenly reddened cheeks between her hands, makes a muffled ‘sob’ sound before prancing away.

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

“Did Mo-er, and, you,

Misunderstand something?”

With the problem resolved (probably), Murong Jihua clears his throat to shoo the embarrassment away and turns around to leave, when He Jünle drags him to a stop by his sleeve.

His forehead twitches. If not for the plot, Murong Jihua really doesn’t want to spend quality time with He Jünle——

Put simply, have you ever seen a Gary Stu actually ever end up bested? (TL: i.e. If our dear boi Murong Jihua doesn’t leave now, he’ll be faceslapped almost instantly)

Yet, the next moment, He Jünle’s deep, magnetic voice drags Murong Jihua’s digressing thoughts back,

“It’s no longer safe about here for now. Don’t let Mo-er come to school.”

Then he chuckles a little, which seems to send a strange signal to Murong Jihua through his ears, as the young man continues,

“That girl was here to warn me about it. Tonight, after school, the entrance will see some action.”

Murong Jihua smacks He Jünle’s hand away as he asks, “what, those ‘don’t run away after school!’ series?”

“Probably. Got too much of a bad rep and so someone is coming.”

He Jünle then slots his hands into his trouser pockets, and narrows his pretty, starry eyes slightly,

“Mo-er is a simple girl. I don’t want her to see me fighting.”

Murong Jihua has about figured out what’s going on by this point.

And decides to praise the mafia boss in his mind for how quickly he’s here to make trouble for He Jünle.

Ha! Let’s see you try to keep up that arrogant face this time!

Obviously, such a good opportunity to spectate is never going amiss. So a smile emerges from Murong Jihua’s lips, as he asks,

“He Jünle, need any help?”

“Oh? That’s very awfully nice coming from you, isn’t it?”

“If you did end up crippled or disabled, xiao-Mo will be devastated.”

The excuse complete, Murong Jihua gives the young man a genuine, slightly devious smile,

“Besides, if you ended up defeated like that, who’s going to settle the bet with this shaoye?

Would my invincible, perfect life not be ruined by tedium then?”

Before He Jünle can respond, Murong Jihua has already called butler Cui.

“Yes. It’s me. Arrange for Ms Su three days of royal specialists for homeschooling. Mmhm. Yes, send someone to pick her up and send her home immediately.”

——He has offered no reason for He Jünle to refuse him. Murong Jihua raises his brows –

‘Let me be the witness to see your first-ever defeat.’