CH 24

Break・Up・Sex?

Ho, you man.

Butler Cui honourably receives the full brunt of the CEO’s ire, which means the bodyguards behind him have time to exchange glances——

They all have expressions indicating various degrees of enlightenment.

And a harshly suppressed degree of jest.

‘What happened to them inside?’

‘Who knows, nothing good for sure. It’s plain and obvious the shaoye couldn’t have really thought about doing it with a man——

‘And there he went ditching his significant other. Tch tch tch, men will be men, even the shaoye.’

‘We’re gonna be fine, right?’

‘Butler Cui is up there to take the brunt. It’s fine, it’s fine.’

Behind him, his subordinates are having such psychic conversations but butler Cui himself is gritting his teeth so hard they could crack. He doesn’t even dare let out a breathe under the CEO’s terrifying aura.

Right now, in this very moment, for the first time ever, he believes he may have to go back on the Cui family’s long-held family principles.

The Cui family, that has been the Murong family’s butler for generations, might be terminating at his own——butler Cui has never ever considered quitting his job as he is doing right now.

Just kidding.

Murong Jihua, his face deathly pale, roundhouse kicks the plastic panel on his foot away. He ignores his haphazard clothing, and merely turns around to leave with his earth-rending low-pressure mood in tow.

A short while later, He Jünle is also outside of the toilet. He has just washed his face and his hair is still slightly wet, but his countenance seems much calmer. He is quietly following behind Murong Jihua about fifty metres back.

A little bit of internal struggles later, butler Cui still couldn’t come up with an appropriate term, and still utters, “shao-furen——” (TL: Term of address for a shaoye’s wife)

He Jünle stops, giving butler Cui a side glance that is indescribably handsome;

And a gaze so cold it could seep into his bones.

Therefore, butler Cui, unable to discern whether He Jünle and Murong-shaoye are really over or just having a typical lover’s spat, shuts up obediently.

Meanwhile, he also shuts down all the subordinates behind him from having a new psychic conversation along the lines of ‘shao-furen is so fucking good-looking’ or ‘so handsome my legs could give out.’

Murong Jihua is upset.

Very upset, super upset, immeasurably upset.

He has never been as upset as he is right now.

Oh, and also insulted.

Because of He Jünle; yes, because of He Jünle, and also himself.

He Jünle!

At the same time, Murong Jihua, who was descending down the floor, suddenly stops, as a fact he does not want to admit but is nonetheless a fact spooks him frozen——

To the same degree that he would if he suddenly realised he was streaking naked with a torch in his hand on some winter night.

He felt a spark of love.

Just now, his heart skipped a beat from excitement;

Right now, his heart skipped a beat from literally almost stopping from shock…

Murong Jihua really doesn’t want to admit that——When he ‘realised’ his capture target was actually He Jünle, he felt his heart skip a damned beat!

Yes! Towards, a man!

——Oh Lord, whichever religion or faith you belong to! This is way way way waaaaay too awkward!!!

The year is 9102. At 18:39, a certain day of a certain month, in the stairwell of the second floor of the Central Hospital.

– At such a memorable location and time,

CEO Murong, the one who has the world in his palms, is, for the first time ever in his life, suspecting his own sexual orientation.

Su Xiaomo, who is waiting in the parking lot, did not end up with the driver who is going to drive her off to her studies, but instead, ends up receiving a mentally unstable CEO Murong.

“Mr CEO?”

She is of course spooked by this ragged-looking man, but before she could ask anything, Murong Jihua drags her by the hand and stuffs her into the passenger’s seat of the sports car without a word.

His face is so gloomy it could rain. His starting the sports car in silence might as well be his head sprouting a ‘leave me alone’ signpost.

Yet Su Xiaomo looks around her, and then has a question she must ask.

Su Xiaomo asks, “Mr CEO, why are you alone? Where is Le-gege? Are we not driving him back…”

“Can’t let him go.” (TL: Is a pun that is hard to get across, because in Chinese, ‘cannot let go’ and ‘no room to place down’ are exactly the same phrase)

Murong Jihua’s eyes twitch. Why did she have to mention it!

Le-gege Le-gege it’s all Le-gege. This is just a convertible sports car with two seats! There’s no fucking room for one more person!

Besides, he probably doesn’t want to see him one——bit… probably.

“What?” Su Xiaomo clearly doesn’t understand what he’s trying to say.

Murong Jihua steps hard on the gas, his own stuffed feelings blowing up like the sports car engine in his chest, and so he puts his sunglasses on to yell from the top of his lungs,

“I said! I can’t fucking let him go! Can’t you see? This is how it is, there’s no way to go back together anymore!”

Su Xiaomo is stunned.

Can’t let go…?

So, did Le-gege end up ditching the CEO…

Oh, such an emotionally invested man…

Su Xiaomo could almost cry.

… So, last night, they had a…

‘——Break・up・sex?’