CH 56.2

——After rolling down the stairs of the haunted house, Sophia rams right into butler Cui, who is here looking for his shaoye with his dessert cart in tow.

And naturally, the cart of desserts end up as sacrifice for Sophia instead.

“Yeeeeep! This humble servant’s Tiramisu-chocolate mousse-caramel-soft serve-pudding-Münich-Boston pie-browny-Swiss roll-Nagasaki castella-honey-Stollen-Portuguese cake!”

“…”

Murong Jihua, who realised what he had just done, and thus is walking down here with a sense of guilt “…”

Perhaps butler Cui’s ‘yeeep’ was really too shocking. In just 30 seconds, Her Highness Elizabeth has dragged Su Xiaomo here. Of course, Su Xiaomo is also dragging an unwilling He Jünle along.

Murong Jihua “…”

‘I should expand the bedroom some more, so that they can’t zero in as quickly.”

——It is a shame Murong Jihua didn’t see the valiant form of Princess Elizabeth running against the strong wind the last chapter as she left the reporters to bite the dust behind her. Or he would understand, that, expanding the bedroom wouldn’t prove to be of any use.

Whether it’s eight or four hundred metres long isn’t much different to light passing through.

Murong Jihua is absolutely ashamed and filled with sorry inside, but, his character archetype! Is limiting! What he can do!

There isn’t a single bossy CEO who would apologise to the maid!

So, with a colourful face, he keeps apologising profusely inside while thinking about how he must give her a good break and compensation for emotional damages.

Yan Jihua is someone who views violence towards women with disdain. It has been nary a few years, but he…

Thus, Murong Jihua and Sophia, one is standing on the stairs, with a complicated, ‘I want to say something but I can’t’ expression; the other is lying amongst the dessert debris under the stairs, with a…

“…”

According to butler Cui & Princess Elizabeth & Su Xiaomo, Sophia is,

Flushed (From the fist),

Tattered (Ghost costume’s ragged dress),

Unkempt (Ghost makeup style),

Full of unspecified [REDACTED] on her (Cream from dessert),

And most importantly… she looks awfully satiated.

Elizabeth “…”

Butler Cui “…”

Su Xiaomo “…”

He Jünle “… What are you all looking at me for?”

Su Xiaomo says, “men have always been fickle since ancient times. ‘To take off the dress lightly; yet tears streak before then’… (TL: Two sentences from Chinese poems written by Tang dynasty poet Li Qingzhao. Both reference heartbreak) Murong-gege, Xiaomo was wrong about you…”

Murong Jihua is going “?! No wait what?!”

Butler Cui is going “haha… kuhum——Mm. Shaoye, this humble servant is forever on your side.”

Murong Jihua says, “… first take that damned happy smily curve off your expression before speaking, please.”

The Princess is all “Mu-dage really is perfecto! In order to expand your horizons you have so firmly decided to conduct a new experiment with a human female… 素晴らしい! (TL: Amazing!) Mu-dage puede eligirme inmediatamente. ¡Soy preparada!” (TL: ‘next can choose me. I am ready now!’ – The raws)

Murong Jihua “…”

Sophia is going “I touched it I touched it I touched it (Ankles), I’m not washing my hands not washing my hands…”

Murong Jihua concludes, “she does not seem intelligible for now…”

“Ho, hahaha.”

A crisp, familiar male voice says. Everyone pauses before turning their attention over——

He Jünle has spread his legs open to sit on the swing. His long boots poke the ground and it begins swaying lightly.

There are large, snow-white roses growing on the vines of the swing. They are burying He Jünle in.

His long, white trenchcoat (TL: I thought it was blue in colour?) has blended into the background. His black brows are brushing past the shadows cast by the flowers.

——A natural, clean smile that any child would make when they see something interesting. It was that kind of smile.

‘That’s it,’ Murong Jihua’s heart is thumping rapidly, yet again, ‘the last time, and the last time before that, that’s the damned face he bent my straightness with!’

He Jünle has engaged in central heating mode directly once he saw a girl being hurt. He coldly smiles, and jumps off the swing, extending his hand towards the pitiful female ghost on the dessert cart——

“Are you alright?”

——And yet, a thousand people sees a thousand Harry Po… Kuhum, Hamlet.

While Murong Jihua is all moved, everyone, who has their wits returned to them, is looking at the two of them with slightly different colours.

Su Xiaomo ‘The pain doth take Le-gege; a bitter smile that no one sees. Lament, lament!’

Murong Jihua has had enough.

“It is time for us to engage in important activites. All of you, all get out at once!!!”

When all returns to peace, Murong Jihua is lying on the bed, slightly regretful all of a sudden.

So that the amusement park was even more convincingly outdoors in feel, he forced butler Cui to burn all the money on installing a smart night-sky oxygen panel spanning the entire bedroom ceiling.

Then, the bed was installed on top of the tallest Divine Tower of the amusement park. Just by extending their hands, they could touch the stars (fake lighting), and below they can watch the merry-go-round and the rollercoaster’s light dot the surroundings.

——All of this, is convincingly persuading Murong Jihua that he is sleeping with the sky as his blankets and the earth as his mattress.

Meaning, this feels like open sex.

What’s worse.

Murong Jihua “…”

He discreetly glances at He Jünle, currently blanking out against the starry sky.

Murong Jihua “…”

‘Damned man, why is he not looking at this shaoye!’

The shaoye should be more proactive and domineering, yes.

Good, great, Yan Jihua, you can do it——

Ask, ask what he really is thinking. Ask if he really wants to have a relationship with him——

Fuck! What do you mean ‘having a relationship’ for us rich fellows. It’s called love! Falling in love, got it?!

Murong Jihua’s tongue is rolling about his mouth, feeling like he might suffocate eventually like this, so, he stares right at the source of the rapid drumming in his chest, while moving his fingertips clos-clos-closer——

“He…”

Warning! The man has suddenly grabbed your hand!

Murong Jihua’s mind is immediately flashing with thunderous lightning! Until all is singed and only ‘wasn’t He Jünle he-he-he allergic to my skin’ remained.

‘Oh shiiiiii——’

Feeling that muscle beneath his hand tense, He Jünle furrows his brow a little, but then he puts the finger on his other hand in front of his lips, still focusing his gaze on the faraway…

Ceiling.

“Watch,

I could grab a star with my hand——The epitome of the most vibrant, most brilliant moment of our lives,

The galaxies, the auroras, and——The stars,

They are so crisp-clear because they are unreal. So dazzling and vivid——Purple, cyan, red, yellow,”

He Jünle then extends his hand, tightening his fist in the air,

“——The world is in my hands!”