CH 19

Ladies and gentlemen, please applaud and cheer——

As the little white lotus has returned to her greenhouse, now, it is the men’s showtime! (TL: Hello? Your gender stereotypes are leaking through)

He Jünle points to Murong Jihua’s suit jacket, asking, “and you plan on sauntering into school wearing that?”

“Of course,” Murong Jihua shows a confident smile, explaining, “my surname has been branded onto the school already. Naturally, I can wear whatever I want inside.”

He then puffs up his chest, making the white diamond ornament on his dark blue suit go ‘bling.’

“Ah, so it was you who sent people to stalk me the past month.” (TL: I’m not sure how the logic follows either)

“…”

He Jünle suddenly smiles, though, adding, “don’t worry. They really were good at their job; you don’t have to fire them. They blended in so well that it took me two whole weeks to finally notice something was off.”

“That said, this black suit of yours is way too showy. Just in case, you should change it.”

Before Murong Jihua can respond, He Jünle takes a look about him, before producing a brand-new school uniform from his shoulder bag.

He hands it over, saying, “might be a few sizes too small for you. Just make do with it?”

Murong Jihua is listening quietly, while being distracted by the long fingers’ movement; his gaze is fixated on a light red, circular indent on the young man’s right hand ring finger——

Until the young man impatiently tugs at his sleeve.

“We’re going to be late, Mr CEO.”

Murong Jihua can only take off his jacket as told and stuff it into He Jünle’s bag. He then drapes the uniform over his shoulder like a cape, and messes up his overly fixed hairdo slightly, to finally look a little bit like a student.

Why is he not wearing the uniform?

Because it really is as small as the young man made it out to be…

Murong Jihua, somehow fixated on the fact, asks, “the uniform doesn’t seem to be your size either. What’s up with that?”

He Jünle answers, “the temperature has been dropping, but a lot of girls are still in short sleeves; I’m a guy, I can’t let them end up trembling in the autumn breeze?”

“… …”

Up until school was over, Murong Jihua has been hanging out enjoying himself in the principal’s office. He Jünle is, well, who knows where he went. Perhaps he’s in class, or having a date—— Never mind that.

What did cheer up Murong Jihua is that, when school is over, He Jünle did come pick him up.

He didn’t leave him there waiting in vain.

Hahaha! The shaoye’s charm is working as expected.

Never mind. Not being stood up shouldn’t be something to be proud of.

The students have largely left the school building altogether as the sun begins to set. Murong Jihua looks up at the darkened sky before looking back at He Jünle, who is walking in front of him.

He chuckles and says, “if you really got into a pinch, I’ll tell my bodyguards to help you.”

——Though he has no idea where they are, Murong Jihua can still immediately contact his bodyguards who are protecting him in secret through the device on his wrist.

He Jünle says without any change in his tone, “mmhm, if the CEO feels like it, sure.”

… Eh?

The expected taunt didn’t come, and so Murong Jihua is slightly uneasy.

A slight sense of regret begins building in his chest, but he decides to look the other way.

Soon after leaving the school grounds, they find themselves surrounded.

In a narrow street, where none of the stores is open, the moment Murong Jihua came to, he and He Jünle have already been pincered from both sides.

The people surrounding them are all gangly looking, wearing all sorts of colourful clothing, either smoking a ciggy or wearing sunglasses.

Murong Jihua gulps.

Once, when Murong Jihua was still Yan Jihua, he has certainly brawled, and he knew how to fight too.

But that’s different from being pummeled by a whole gang of shady characters!

Not that he really is worried about himself, since his bodyguards are protecting him in secret, and his own men has definitely infiltrated the crowd——He is just empathising, and worried a little bit about He Jünle.

‘I told you to give He Jünle a beatdown, not to beat him until he’s down, mafia boss man!”

The battle begins.

Three seconds later,

The battle has ended.

Unfortunately,

Murong Jihua could not be there to bear witness to He Jünle’s touching action scene where he tramples all who dares oppose him underfoot, nor bear witness to the sorry form of him finally getting beaten up——

The moment a yell of “For our boss! Give the He-brat and that little sissy next to him what for!” has emerged as the crowd gushes forth——

He Jünle, collapsed.

‘He slipped on perfectly flat ground?’

Is the first thought to cross Murong Jihua’s mind.

The next second, he could sense his legs dashing madly in He Jünle’s direction.

The next second after that, his adrenaline is in complete overdrive. While his heart raced like someone is drumming, Murong Jihua helps He Jünle lean his upper body on him to stand back up, when he realised he is completely out cold.

Yet another second after that, he grits his teeth to call through his device, and the dozens of infiltrated expert bodyguards immediately rebel and violently clamped down any resistance, while protecting Murong Jihua well in the centre of the crowd’s uproar.

And yet another second after that, seeing He Jünle’s facial expression, completely calmed and neutral for once, Murong Jihua began to regret.

Although he does not know why He Jünle fainted all of a sudden, the heat coming off his body, still strong even through all two layers of clothing, is scaring Murong Jihua. He has no time to wait for the omnipotent butler Cui ‘Butler’ Guanshi to send him a special car.

Murong Jihua steels himself, and lifts He Jünle right up horizontally, then runs for the main road.

He’s heavy.

Really heavy.

Even though he looks so slender for a man.

While running, he sees an unnatural red beginning to spread over He Jünle’s white skin. He is more and more anxious.

——If something did happen to He Jünle…

NO WAY! (TL: Written in English, all caps in the raws)