CH 72.1

If He Jünle wasn’t with him, he would probably have been a good husband, and a good father.

Oh, he’s definitely a good father, alright, as evidenced by how… smooth it was that he picked up all these childcare products.

So smoothly, adeptly that it pains him inside.

A good husband, on the other hand…

Murong Jihua bitterly chuckles and, inside, he says,

‘Not everyone can be like the shaoye, to have a heart so generous even when the urban-setting Gary Stu is going to shower him with jealousy-inducing jelly.’

Let’s just take his attitude towards woman into account, for example.

Warm and fluffy?

Central heating?

Hotpot?

A buzzing, high horsepower steam engine?

At least, he is sure he likes him romantically.

──Thinking so, our CEO following closely behind He Jünle is smiling like crazy.

He Jünle is making rounds about every corner of the supermarket and picking and judging all the products; up, down, left, right, and the trolley in Murong Jihua’s hands have gone full and emptied and full and emptied again and again.

Murong Jihua’s attention is solely focused on He Jünle’s silhouette,

──Until He Jünle is putting the twelve white silken dress into the shopping trolley, when Murong Jihua finally realises something is off.

This piece of clothing…

Isn’t it a bit too big?!

Can babies really wear this?!

Murong Jihua – Don’t ask, it’s just one of those traditional virtues of the people of Country A.

He Jünle is busy picking out the thirteenth dress – one that looks like a Lolita cake──When he hears the sudden question from Murong Jihua, and pauses, sparing a few minutes of glances to Murong Jihua from his busy schedule,

“You don’t understand, do you? It’s a strategy.”

“… Strategy?”

“Let me ask you, then. Say there are children – do you like boys or girls more?”

“Lolis are justice.”

“Then I ask you again, imagine that, if you were suddenly informed you are going to be a fresh new father, what would you feel like?”

“So happy I could ascend to the Heavens…”

“Right? So, wouldn’t you fantasise about this unborn girl from her birth to her adulthood, even unable to suppress your happiness from causing you to prepare all the birthday presents she could ever need at any age?”

“I think I would push for her birthday to become a national holiday in Country A; I’ll be so glad I’ll tear up, I’ll fly, I’ll celebrate, I’ll throw parties.”

“Now look here,” He Jünle stares straight into the pair of grey, foggy eyes of Murong Jihua, asking, “don’t I look like one of those fathers-to-be that got completely overcome with joy?”

“…”

“…”

Murong Jihua looks down at the mess that is the shopping trolley, and looks back up at He Jünle’s calm-but-actually-screaming-‘praise me’-inside expression…

Umm…

Basically, in conclusion,

Thank god I’m obscenely rich.

“Though you, Murong,” while the two of them have moved somewhere rather empty, He Jünle suddenly leans over to whisper,

“… You’re acting too rational.”

“…”

“Be happy──Very happy──Real happy──Got it?”

──He has even put his lips gently on Murong Jihua’s earlobes, alongside his magnetic tone of voice, to spew all those overflowing hormones over, perhaps intentionally. He adds,

“You just can’t get your eyes off me, can you? Not enough just watching me every night, mm?”

And he’s utterly defeated.

Defeated!

Defeated!

Oh, Gary Stu, bro, please stop this alpha activity of yours!

I’m happy, I’ll be super happy, ok?!

… So, question, when He Jünle ‘miscarries,’ how sad should he act to be in line with his character trait of daughter-doting father?

Murong Jihua leaves the thoughts behind for now.

The present is now, the time is now.

Murong Jihua scratches his reddened earlobes in a helplessly obvious manner, and receives the dress from He Jünle with his hands that have become so shaky and soft from He Jünle’s teasing. He says,

“… Baby, I think what you said is right, definitely, yes,

──The shaoye is buying clothes for his ‘daughter,’ so from one-piece pyjamas to wedding dresses, to the cerements, she will be able to experience the love from her daddies all the way up to her 70s or 80s.”

As a man of his words, he will act on them promptly.

Do it without delay.

Murong Jihua thus orders, “mister, go tell your boss that, this shaoye will buy out all of your female clothing. Call a truck here to drive them.”

“What kind of store are you without even stocks of cerements?”

He Jünle “…

I should’ve known.”

A certain Mr Murong who was this close to having to appear on the nightly national news did not end up causing catastrophe thanks to his S.O.’s timely intervention.

When they are driving home in a sports car followed by a conga line of trucks behind them, He Jünle really does feel like a whole century has passed.

The car is enveloped in an atmosphere of celebration and joy.

Don’t misunderstand, it is certainly not the emotions of our protagonists leaking outside into the world…

But actually, a real-life case of how BGMs ruin everything.

He Jünle doesn’t know how Murong Jihua dares to diss his bros for choosing public square dancing songs to liven up a dance floor…

──When he seriously picks ‘Tonight is Unforgettable’ (TL: The song that is always sung right before New Year’s countdown on China’s official TV celebration programme) for a car journey!

It’s summer, but somehow, He Jünle could be convinced that he is actually sitting at home, watching TV and waiting to celebrate New Year’s…

He must change this.

He Jünle clicks the ‘Next’ button,

‘I Love You, Country A’;

‘Next,’

‘Twelve Zodiac Animals’;

‘Next,’

‘The Good Sons and Grandsons of Country A’

(TL: All references to or directly borrowing the names of famous patriotic Chinese songs)

…

Never mind, he’ll stick with ‘Tonight is Unforgettable.’

Having a kid is certainly something as happy as New Year’s, you know, my man really is smart, understanding this in an instant, hahaha…

Hahaha…

Haha.

…

Ho.

Murong Jihua, lit up by an aura of the setting sun, is also seeing yellow and orange and red and purple in his eyes,

Acting like he’s happy the whole time, really does seem to end up convincing his psyche that he’s happy for real.

Murong Jihua looks towards the distant horizon, and cheerfully mentions,

“When everything is finally over, this shaoye will buy the sky for you,

You might not know, how amazing the feng shui is over at the island I already bought for you. I’ve wanted to take you on a trip there for a long time──

Look, you man, this is the land and sea I have conquered for you.”

“… Mm.”

He Jünle is holding his head up, looking at the colourful burning sky through the reflection in Murong Jihua’s eyes, and finally, bites his lips to add,

“… Don’t go setting up flags, now. What if you said all that only for me to end up losing you to that woman.”

“If you dare lose this shaoye, I’ll smack myself dead with cash!”

“You──”

“And you’ll lose your cutie forever!”

“Well then, that is, quite the motivation not to lose.”