CH 22

While He Jünle is still trapped in his romantic encounters, Su Xiaomo’s gentle gaze, passing through all the everyday noise and accidents, turn into feathers, that tug at Murong Jihua’s heartstrings with each syllable uttered—— (TL: Don’t ask me. I’m just as confused as you are)

“Le-gege once had it really hard. He is a strong person.

I will… be leaving him with you. If you should ever fail him… Xiaomo will never forgive you!”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. The technology here is already the pinnacle of medical development in Country A. If you’re still worried, this shaoye can certainly request for renowned foreign doctors——”

“Mr CEO. I did not understand why you were fixated on this little lady, but now, I finally understand your intentions——”

“… Huh?”

“You really did not have to approach Le-gege through such a roundabout method… Le-gege and I, while our fates may have once been entangled, but since he and you have already… Let’s just say, we can both let it go, then. It is also a relief, a salvation for me.”

“???”

“Thank you for all of your care up to this point,”

Su Xiaomo walks forward with a leap, and bows elegantly at Murong Jihua, finishing with a,

“I wish you two happiness!”

Then, with tears rolling off her cheeks, she flees woefully into the distance.

(14:03:40) Murong Jihua: “…”

(14:04:50) Murong Jihua: ‘I think I understood her.’

A certain afternoon, in the year of our Lord, 9102, a fog that has clouded his mind, is suddenly dispersed!

‘I see, I see!’

Murong Jihua, with a sparkle in his eye, and his brain going into haywire, is thinking,

“The reason I did not manage to succeed in flirting with Su Xiaomo at all… That’s right. I should have realised it——”

‘Perhaps, I got the wrong female lead?!

And He Jünle is actually the female lead instead!’

My name, is He Jünle. Since a short while ago, a fiery gaze has locked onto me.

I feel like calling the police.

God knows how unwilling He Jünle is to describe a gaze using a word as suggestive as ‘fiery’——Especially when it’s aimed right at him,

But really, he has no better adjective for describing it.

When the last of the beauties waved to say her goodbyes to him, a silhouette zooms right in front of him like an eagle——

Before his fever-addled mind could react in time——

The person grabs his shoulders tight, pushing him ferociously down into the soft mattress of the bed.

He Jünle, with veins popping on his head, asks, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

Murong Jihua, with He Jünle dominated firmly underneath him (TL: Hehe, I’m proud of myself for writing that), draws a cold, disdainful arc on his lips, and speaks up with what he perceives to be his most——domineering, devious he has ever taken up since transmigrating,

“Woman, you certainly have guts, to even deceive me, mm?”

“…”

He Jünle narrows his eyes slightly, and says without masking his terrifying killing intent at all,

“What, did, you, fucking, call, me.”

“Stop pretending!”

Murong Jihua would not hear any of it,

“Even this shaoye was deceived for so long; is it really that hard to accept your own self, mm?

If Su Xiaomo did not say all that to me, how long did you plan on concealing the fact from me? A month? A year? Your whole life?”

He Jünle wanted to move, but his arms are firmly pressed by his waist. He is building up his counterattack for now, and barely manages to hold back swears dedicated to his family and ancestry as he asks,

“… What, did she say to you?”

“He Jünle, you’re a girl, aren’t you!!!”

You’re a girl…

Are a girl…

A girl…

girl…

…

He Jünle, 18, the newly ascendant mafia boss of the North District, infamous gangster, womaniser.

Most importantly, male.

Is now, for the first time ever in his life, being accused by a man, to be a girl.

The man in question, being his rival in love.

He Jünle’s expression goes blank entirely. The shock meant his consciousness is temporarily suspended, looking like an entirely soulless marionette——

Which, in Murong Jihua’s eyes, translate to He Jünle being overtaken by shame and guilt.

So he thus extends his long, slender fingers, and while He Jünle is distracted, puts it right through He Jünle’s loose collar on his shirt,

“Admit it. I do have to say, your acting is extremely convincing. Even the fake male voice is perfect. Unfortunately, your pretension drops today——”

The clear, smooth skin is perfectly slick. Perfect, save for the missing softness Murong Jihua was expecting to be there.

“A flat-chest, huh.”

Murong Jihua gives another ‘fiendish’ smile,

“Worry not, woman. With this shaoye here, a few good rubs and you will soon… Pah!”

The sudden, immense pain on his waist sends Murong Jihua flying through the room like a shooting star, landing right at the end of the bed.

He Jünle, with the expression of the reaper, with his handsome features almost entirely twisted, with his entire person emanating an aura resembling an Asura from Hell,

With his long leg still held in the posture of kicking someone right off, with his breath of anger still festering in his chest, can swear that, he has never ever wanted to kill someone as much as he did right now.

Gritting his teeth harshly, he begins to utter,

“Mu——Rong——Ji——Hua——

You [REDACTED] [REDACTED]!!!”