CH 30

My Beloved Is Actually A He

Murong Jihua hasn’t actually seen Princess Elizabeth.

Well, that might be an inaccurate statement. Someone might say they have never paid attention to the ant beneath their feet, but they would perhaps never say they have never seen an ant——

As the national girlfriend, Her Highness’ depictions are visible anywhere and everywhere.

Even when Murong Jihua was surreptitiously spying on that mafia boss that is He Jünle, he is still occasionally bombarded by her beauty popping up in the bottom right corner of his screen.

But!

As CEO Murong who only has his beautiful He Jü——Scratch that, Su Xiaomo in mind, he would certainly never be led astray by mere skin.

——Murong Jihua casually snuffs out the cigarette in his hand, and puts down a simple reply for the passionate Princess,

“Ok.”

Three days later, in the Royal Woodlands Hotel, Murong Jihua is meeting with Her Highness Elizabeth.

In the luxurious revolving restaurant on the top floor,

On either side of a ten-metre long aristocratic long table, is CEO Murong, and Princess Elizabeth.

Now, Murong Jihua, while elegantly raising his wine glass, is also discreetly observing the lady sitting opposite him through the crimson red liquid inside.

Under the pristine, elegant crystal chandelier are pure, dazzling rays of light reflected off the coloured gems lining the bottom of their wine glasses. It certainly does a good job of obscuring Murong Jihua’s impolitely sharp gaze.

She‘s absolutely gorgeous?

Murong Jihua’s Adam’s apple moves ever so slightly, as he ‘tch’s quietly.

She does look noble, for what it’s worth, almost enough to make Murong Jihua question whether that demonic email is the Princess deferring it to one of her ladies-in-waiting to toy with him.

Her long, light blonde hair is as if a waterfall——Well, it is smooth and flowy enough, if not a bit ever so slightly inferior compared to He Jünle;

Her white, ivory skin and red, cherry lips with her fluttering eyebrows——Pretty enough, if not two bits ever so slightly inferior compared to He Jünle;

Her tall, lithe figure and soft, elegant curves——Sure are attractive, if not three bits ever so slightly inferior compared to…

Wait.

Murong Jihua almost bit his tongue in his internal realisation.

Why did he keep thinking about that enemy of all straight men, the Gary Stu that is utterly romantically scummy?!

The endlessly noble national girlfriend, after elegantly raising her glass to take a sip of half a whole glass of wine, wipes away the red on her lips gracefully, and then——

“Mu-dage (TL: ‘-dage’ is literally ‘big brother,’ used just as an affectionate term of address here), please make children with me!”

All of a sudden, she has this brilliant smile and authoritative voice on.

Noble? Elegant? Grace?

Yeah, no.

For the royal butler, dutifully arranging the dishes, Murong Jihua can see his wrist suddenly jerking ever so slightly; for one of Her Highness’ ladies-in-waiting, he can see her eyelids twitch and her smile changing to one of helpless awkwardness that just screams ‘I knew it;’ butler Cui, serving right next to CEO Murong, makes a muffled whimper – he bit his tongue.

And Murong Jihua, unfazed, is still sitting upright.

He even continues to coldly raise his voice to correct her, “Your Highness, my surname is Murong.”

He raises his glass next and finishes it off.

——”Your reason?”

Murong Jihua’s calmness seems to be outside of Her Highness’ expectation. Her pretty eyes blink, burying her surprise deep, and her voice turns soft as she explains——

“I, being the most excellent woman of Country A,”

Murong Jihua’s eyelids are also twitching now – Who gave you that courage? Fish Leong? (TL: A Malaysian-Chinese singer; ‘Courage’ was one of her early albums)

“Mu-dage, being the most excellent man of Country A,”

Murong Jihua furrows his brows slightly – Who even dares claiming that for me? Fish Leong?

When suddenly,

Her Highness Elizabeth clasps her hands together in prayer hands, no longer hiding her blatant fanaticism that is beginning to warp her attractive features –

“What kind of brilliant, perfect existence would these two most excellent persons birth? This is what I want to know——What is the ultimate beauty at the end of the perfect genetic match?”

“I have always been keeping in touch with Mu-dage’s accomplishments. This unexpected rumour with yours is an excellent stepping stone;

Is Mu-dage not at all excited? Our genes shall become one, combine to form perfection itself——And naturally, the Murong family will be benefitted from a royal marriage~”

Her tone of voice turns from soft to elegant to smooth to a raging river, until even reaching the levels of sharp and hoarse. It draws goosebumps on all present.

If he didn’t see that for himself, who could have imagined that the gentle, perfect Princess Elizabeth, is merely a mask she has on for the general public?

While butler Cui is shaking, trembling and gulping, Murong Jihua’s narrowed eyes seem awfully dangerous.

He did not account for this.

Genetics? Humanity? Conjoinment?

She’s actually a woman of the stubborn tainted mad scientist type?!

Maybe he should at least be relieved she isn’t one of those romantic yanderes or someone equally more troublesome to deal with?

And she’s a royal Princess to top it all off…

How many more unexpected suffocations circumstances is this virtual otherworld planning to offer a poor soul that merely died early like him…

Though speaking of, such a role, huh.

Rather than going the traditional route and fight off her clinginess head-on which might even cause Su Xiaomo to become collateral damage, how about——

Murong Jihua picks up his dinner knife and, with a forceful swirl of his finger, suddenly;

‘Clang,’ and the servants yelp as it squarely clips off the white roses decorating the desk, landing right in front of Her Highness.

The pure white petals, along with their exquisite scent, makes Murong Jihua’s cold expression almost flicker in and out of the whiteout. Her Highness Elizabeth, pulled back to reality by this sudden change, hears——

“I certainly concur with the proposal, and coincidentally, I am also curious.”

Her Highness’ facial expression moves slightly,

“Yet, you are wrong on one aspect. I may be the most excellent man of Country A, but the most excellent other half, is not you.”

Her Highness’ gaze seems to sink a little,

(TL: Murong Jihua is using ‘ta,’ the Chinese third-person pronoun which is gender-neutral, so I’m awkwardly wording this so that Her Highness Elizabeth continues not knowing his true gender, as English would have caused otherwise)

“My current beloved, is certainly one of the only, one of the most excellent of all people to be able to stand with me. As far as my knowledge of the person goes, there is nothing at all beyond that person’s capabilities.

Are you not curious, what kind of miracle should occur between that person and I?”

Princess Elizabeth, can feel her heart racing.

He Jünle, going about his own business somewhere suddenly goes “achoo!” (TL: In east Asian superstition, badmouthing (?) someone behind their backs results in them sneezing)

Q: Exactly how capable is a great male protagonist of a male audience-oriented Gary Stu?

A: Positive infinity.

CEO Murong, now keenly aware of his own tragic defeats at every single aspect against him, decides to give a ‘like’ to his own quick wits this one time.

Perhaps only this kind of excuse can make a mad Princess hellbent on the perfect genetics change her mind…

And only an omnipotent Gary Stu, can possess an entirely perfect character portfolio that can withstand the Princess’ scrutiny.

“Yes, Mr Murong,”

Her Highness Elizabeth, sitting upright with a gentle smile, seems to have eyes that are practically glimmering,

“I am positively curious!”