CH 53

Do You At Least Like Me A Little?

Translated by boilpoil

Edited by boilpoil

Hello, my name is Murong Jihua, the Murong is Yan Jihua’s Murong, the Jihua is Yan Jihua’s Jihua.

I have a super clever daughter with the world’s most dazzling and attractive Carslan eyes——

I love her very much.

In her heart is a big big big big white lotus of a boyfriend who is resplendent and magnificent and noble and gentlemanly——

I also love… treasure, him, very much.

So question – can I try to court him?

A spark flashes through Murong Jihua’s head, electrocuting him.

No way.

What if there’s more context, though?

For example, if he fails to get lovey-dovey with him, he’ll die——Does it make being a third wheel to his own daughter less morally bankrupt?

——Like hell it does!!!

What the heck kind of melodramatic, unethical, universally scummy godfather-in-the-closet sort of script is he assigned to, here?!

He Jünle helps Su Xiaomo lie down in a nearby room, pull up her blankets and prepare tea, while feeling sorry looking at her big tearful eyes.

“Mo-er, how do you feel? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“Mm… I’m fine, thanks to Murong-gege catching me in time…”

“Good. Make sure you drink plenty of warm water.”

“Uh…

I think I’m fine, but… Is Murong-gege really fine? … He has looked like… that… for a while.”

Su Xiaomo’s gaze lands at the entrance, where she can’t exactly see anything but only hear the continuous thumps of someone smashing their head into the wall continuously.

“… Don’t worry,” He Jünle says, showing her a refreshing smile, explaining, “Murong, he… probably just fell and landed on his head.”

Su Xiaomo was just worrying too much, of course, Murong Jihua’s mind isn’t muddled enough for him to smash his head into the wall continuously. At most, he’s just…

Trying to crash into the wall instead.

Naturally, CEO Murong, flanked by butler Cui and wails of despair from the maids and bodyguards, he fails, but his mind, still utterly distraught, just kicks hard at the pillar, circling and continuously so.

Sometimes, you see, running his mouth is one thing, but facing his pitiful, unreasonable life is another.

For example, he, Murong Jihua, can still casually flirt with He Jünle using whatever words he want while reassuring himself, without regret, that he does love He Jünle.

All of this is while he is aware that his relationship with He Jünle is plastic, unreal. He’ll have to let go eventually and go after the female protagonist, even if just for the sake of the mission.

But now…

Even if it is assumed that the relationship between the three of them is in a stable dynamic right now, and even if none of them care about what the world thinks and whispers behind their backs at all, but, the problem remains that –

He Jünle, as firmly straight as steel, the kind of ‘bro’ that doesn’t mind getting in bed with other ‘bros,’ who even treats kisses like a good brawl with his bros and bonding time.

He cannot possibly fall in love with him…

Murong Jihua is biting on his lips so much they are already thin as a line.

“Love is a dead-end…”

The head of the maids, Sophia, may never forget that day.

In the same place, at the same time.

After the most, the most most wealthiest, perfect, unparalleled man fell down the stairs, he kept trying to forfeit his life with eyes which scream death;

The most, the most most beautiful, wise and peerless woman, hailing from the royal family, is madly mumbling to herself at the top of the stairs. Her eyes were soulless, like a corpse, for a whole forty minutes;

And the shaoye’s new kept man… kuhum, beloved SO, helped another woman back into a room to rest;

While the woman the CEO kept trying to flirt with, turned out to be his bastard daughter.

Sophia “…”

If it’s a competition for ‘most twists about him,’ she’ll choose Murong-shaoye for sure.

Murong Jihua has come back to his senses now.

Before butler Cui, drenched in sweat, can express his relief at that, his shaoye immediately pulls him along all the way back to his bedroom like a gust of wind, then flips the mattress of his bed right open, revealing,

All the tightly packed physical copies of ‘Bossy CEO’ type novels stuffed underneath.

“Burn them,”

Murong Jihua says with the face of the reaper, “burn them all.”

Butler Cui has his jaws on the floor, and before he can even react appropriately to ‘since when did shaoye hide so many embarrassing BG literature,’ Murong Jihua adds,

“Buy out all the available pure-love (TL: A moniker in Chinese literary circles for the BL genre) novels and scan them onto the books library on my terminal,

Right, the character setting must be strong-strong, the background setting must be modern. No bad ends, and also, the most important point——

They must be seme protagonist!”

What else can butler Cui – wallowing in abject hopelessness – do but oblige his shaoye?

After leaving Her Highness Elizabeth and Su Xiaomo to butler Cui, Sophia and… He Jünle, right now, our dispirited protagonist is in no condition to care about anyone anymore.

As he has finally realised, too long after the fact, that he must have hurt his spine when he fell…

It hurts.

Murong Jihua is lying on his bed with his mind blanked out. After a whole three layers of BG novels were removed beneath his mattress, the whole bed sank a lot. It will take some getting used to.

He is staring blankly at his terminal screen, browsing mindlessly each and every name of the BL novels arriving onto his terminal…

‘After a 419 My Superior Has Set His Sights on Me,’ ‘Don’t Run Away, Senior,’ ‘The Innocent Man’s Sexy Little Coquettish Wife’…

Mm? Did something strange just flash past his eyes?

‘Knock knock.’

The knocking stops Murong Jihua’s thoughts for a moment. He looks up to see He Jünle leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed, giving him what resembles a smile.

They look at each other through the bright rays of the sun from the outside.

Murong Jihua is feeling really conflicted. Their staring at each other from afar, wasn’t that different from when it once happened in the hospital.

“You left me behind alone?”

He Jünle is quite the distant person without much facial expression. Even when he’s smiling, it’s hard to tell what he might be thinking from his eyes.

If he could make those eyes show some more emotions…

Murong Jihua decides to chop off his digressing nerves then and there. His response comes with a subtle hint of guilt,

“Xiaomo is fine?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Thanks for what?” Murong Jihua is suddenly irrationally spouting, “you came just to tell me this? Thanking me for saving your dear Mo-er? Since when has something like that become something you needed to be thankful for?”

He Jünle looks mystified.

Murong Jihua thinks it must be some special aura on He Jünle that is turning his brain into mush.

He isn’t about to leave time for them to calm down, handing his initiative over through his mouth.

“So, what about you?

Do you like me? At least a little?”