CH 62.2

Murong Jihua seems happy enough to be charmed by the fae, though. After drinking too much, that spicy, numbing feeling is practically devouring him. He’s ashamed of his fortune in Two-man fingers, and on the verge of giving up several times already, instead…

He’s so happy.

Thinking this way, and seeing He Jünle’s brows and lips which are increasingly curled to a smile, Murong Jihua doesn’t feel like admitting defeat any time soon.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop toying with you,”

He Jünle says, while helping Murong Jihua sit back up straight. Then he retrieves a towel from a waitress in bunny ears and roughly cleans the man’s lips with it, saying,

“How weak are you at Fingers, man? Is there nothing salvageable of the man here save for how likeable he is to me?”

Murong Jihua pulls He Jünle over in turn, making him sit on his legs, then plants a kiss on him from below, mentioning,

“This is enough…

Can you feel how this shaoye’s tongue is full of the taste of the spicy sour soup? Sure would be a shame if I didn’t share it with you, don’t you think?”

He Jünle’s mouth looks like it’s going to chuckle, but no voice comes out. Instead, he just brushes his legs harder against Murong Jihua’s.

An unspoken feeling of danger is chilling him from the down up, making Murong Jihua’s spicy sour soup tortured mind shudder.

He-he-he isn’t fucking trying to seduce him right now?

——Therefore Murong Jihua ‘wisely’ pushes He Jünle away, saying,

“Don’t try to flirt with this shaoye; I might not be able to hold back. Your duel with Her Highness Elizabeth is in the near future, you should take care of…”

He Jünle interrupts him with a raised brow, then opens his terminal with his other hand to say, “oh right, speaking of, hoho, I don’t suppose the Princess will be ready any time soon.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean——”

He Jünle shows Murong Jihua the news coming from the royal chancellery this morning,

“She’s got trouble on the horizon.”

——The title reads thusly,

“New African Star——A Passionate Confession from the Prince of the Schweshi’ugenyaong Empire?!

In his visit to Country A this time, can the Prince successfully win the target of his affection——Princess Elizabeth——over?”

“… This Prince from Africa, has come to Country A to court Her Highness Elizabeth?”

“Yes, the royal courts of both nations have reached a consensus to offer His Highness a chance to pursue his true love…”

“… What a strange world this is. I’m pitying this guy already.”

When the two of them drop the topic to continue tugging at each other and gorge themselves on the feast, butler Cui’s connection is here to ruin everything.

——The screen of the CCTV monitoring the Murong residence entrance shows a black teenager. He is dressed in a long white robe with a long white turban.

He stands at the entrance of the Murong residence, and pushes the wide, green-fleeced monocle on his right eye up at the camera.

“My honourable rival-in-love, Mr Murong, I apologise for my sudden, unannounced visit, but may I come in to have a chat?”

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

Murong Jihua “it’s him?”

He Jünle “it’s him.”

As a visiting foreign dignitary, the Prince cannot be brushed off.

Murong Jihua and He Jünle change into formalwear in a sombre mood while decorating a rose onto their chest. There is a domineering aura and an unholy scent of spicy hotpot about them. Let’s just hope that His Highness’ olfactory senses aren’t that sharp…

The Prince was visiting in private, only accompanied by two little girls wearing veils in silence. The two groups meet each other at the entrance to the Murong residence.

Murong Jihua, with his typical business smile, steps off the red carpet and walks towards the Prince, extending a hand to him——

“Nice to meet you, the esteemed Prince of Schweshi’ugenyaong Emp…”

His Highness’ eyes suddenly sparkle as he goes “you too you too” while walking diagonally towards Murong Jihua——Or rather, straight towards He Jünle, dressed in white.

Murong Jihua “???”

What’s wrong with you, man?

——Under everyone’s gaze, he holds He Jünle’s hands tightly, and leaves a trail of excited tears behind, saying,

“Ahh~ Beautiful missus. I definitely did not expect for the number one CEO in this world to be such a beautiful girl. Do you know how much your pure whiteness reminds me of the white echeveria back in my home country?”

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

Cui Guanshi then says, “Your Highness, you have the wrong person. Mr Murong Jihua is over here.”

“Uh…”

His Highness adjusts his monocle, as he finally fixes his gaze at Murong Jihua, dressed in a suit of black and red under butler Cui’s guidance.

——When the smile on Murong Jihua is all about to break down and break into swearing, the man makes prayer hands again, holding Murong Jihua’s hands tightly this time, saying,

“Ah… I do apologise. It is my fault for mistaking your beauty. I definitely did not expect for the number one CEO in this world to be such a brilliant vixen. Your pure crimson reminds me of the lycorisradiata in my homeland.”

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

Cui Guanshi “…”

Finally, the two little girls break the awkward silence by quietly approaching and grabbing Murong Jihua’s clothes, explaining with their rather rudimentary Chinese,

“Um, we’re sorry, but His Highness’ sight… is…”

“How bad is it?”

“About… 2333 degrees.” (TL: 2333 is the equivalent of ‘lol’ in Chinese)

Author’s notes:

Thank you for everyone’s support! I will keep working hard!

Other than hobby projects in my school days, it’s the first time I’ve got over 100 thousand characters…

I’m really writing a novel? I always thought I would be a comic artist going up (?)

(Cough cough) Anyway, I’ll keep going, really thank you all of you for your support. It’s just, I saw I had over 100k characters and, I’m surprised…!