CH 72.2

They’re home.

The Murong residence in the CBD is still as clean and releasing the stench of fat stacks of cash as usual.

The moment the car stops, He Jünle has very appropriately switched to his ‘weak and meek pregnant man’ mode,

Murong Jihua disembarks first, pulling open the car door for He Jünle as a gentleman would, helping him down the car with a ,

“Le, be careful.”

——His series of actions were smooth and natural, and Murong Jihua gives himself 99 points inside; one mark he withheld to keep himself humble.

Right.

As soon as He Jünle stepped off the car, he finds himself supported by thick, furry blankets. Watching the red blanket spanning the length of the parking lot all the way until the entrance of the residence, plus that whole ‘I’m so awesome’ face from Murong Jihua, makes He Jünle…

Slightly uneasy.

They keep making eye contact at each other, here and there,

There and here;

He Jünle walks slowly, and Murong Jihua follows closely each step of the way,

He Jünle’s lips perk slightly, and Murong Jihua shows a loving smile;

They hold their hands together, and stand shoulder to shoulder as the maids lined up on either side of them open the door to the residence.

——The door is open.

Murong Jihua and He Jünle have been surrounded, stuck by the scent of mammary glands.

——A hundred and eighty well-endowed women and a hundred and eighty healthy milk-bearing cows, have filled up the entire hall to its limits.

Murong Jihua “???”

He Jünle “…”

“Excuse me, excuse me, please!”

Butler Cui pushes the fierce crowd of people and farm animals aside to finally arrive in front of Murong Jihua after a long while. He exhales greatly, and bows towards his shaoye.

The usual impeccably worn suit on him is ruined. Full of creases, with suspicious milky white substances dripping down its edges.

Murong Jihua adopts a protective stance for He Jünle behind him while discreetly taking half a step back, asking, “… what’s wrong with you, man?”

Butler Cui rubs his hands together in awkwardness, answering,

“It was far too sudden and… as you can see, we still haven’t finished preparing. Shaoye, shao-furen, would you like to wait at your quarters for now?”

Murong Jihua points towards the chaos going on behind the butler, asking, “… what’s this?”

Butler Cui answers, “I heard that shao-furen… uh… has been blessed. So this humble servant thought that outside products would be unsafe, and ordered some hand-grown milk-bearing cows from abroad. I have grounds for ranching planned out, in preparation for… uh, the future of shao-furen.”

… Wow.

Murong Jihua asks, “… what about the women?”

Butler Cui answers, “they are all gold-certified, part of the 500-Best Milk Mommies globally,

I believe… they can… offer little shaoye of the shaoye the best nutritional services…”

… Wowie.

Murong Jihua turns around to seek He Jünle’s approval.

He Jünle nods with a poker face.

Amazing. As expected of his butler.

Murong-shaoye, holding his shao-furen’s hand, tries their best to avoid the farm animals as they progress towards the bedroom, while also remembering to order butler Cui,

“There are four trucks of baby and childcare products at the door. Store them properly.”

——What follows would be outside of the shaoye’s concern.

Night falls. Murong Jihua relaxes, lying on the enormous bed on the stargazing tower in his bedroom-amusement park. He can see all the brilliantly twinkling stars and the milky way on the top, while his lover laid by his side.

If it weren’t for that matter with the Princess, then these days really couldn’t get any better…

He Jünle is still sitting by the bedside, playing with his terminal, the fingers typing really loudly.

Murong Jihua pats on the bed besides him, asking, “stop hanging out with the lovely cohort of opposite sex of yours; don’t waste the time and mood, and come sleep. The shaoye will serve you to sleep.”

He Jünle chuckles and answers, “I wasn’t.”

“Even better,”

Murong Jihua holds He Jünle’s waist from behind, asking,

“You man, what else could be more than important than having a late-night life-talk with the shaoye?”

——He tries glancing at He Jünle’s terminal, but perhaps it was the angle, or He Jünle doing it on purpose——Murong Jihua sees nothing.

So he just bites He Jünle on the nape, distracted.

“… Play nice, now,”

He Jünle turns off his terminal and stuffs it under the pillow, saying,

“It’s not here anymore, well?”

“Don’t try to trick this shaoye, you damned man.”

When lies are perpetuated, they become truths——Murong Jihua’s mood seems especially elevated today, as if he really is going to welcome a baby girl,

He holds He Jünle in his embrace while grabbing and biting all over. Really, he himself thinks it must be troublesome to deal with on the receiving end.

But so what, He Jünle is still spoiling him nonetheless.

What do you do at night?

Sleep?

Recall the past and look towards the future?

Or simply——

Make love?

Make love?

Is Murong Jihua such a skin-deep fiend? Ho!

Obviously, he chooses to make love!

Murong Jihua has been spoiled by the experience, and has already developed the ability to keep playing R-rated videos in his head when he sees He Jünle lying on the bed.

He pulls the blankets over and looms over the young man, ready to drive.

He Jünle asks, “… I thought we were sleeping.”

Murong Jihua’s innocent smile belies something far more sinister, saying, “I thought about it, but sleeping you feels far more interesting.

So——can——’t——I?”

Well, fine, stop staring at him with that weird expression, thinks He Jünle, who shows this ‘oh well’ smile, saying, “… Don’t ruin the kid, alright?”

The process was simple and easily understood.

Murong Jihua “Coming?”

He Jünle “… Come.”

Murong Jihua “Com…ing?”

He Jünle “Not yet.”

Murong Jihua “Coming soon!”

He Jünle “… Mmph!”

Murong Jihua “——Coming!”

He Jünle “Hsss…”

Murong Jihua “——Nice work. Come again?”

He Jünle “… Fuck off!”

The next morning, before the dews on the lotus leaves had time to awaken, Murong Jihua climbs out of bed with a dazed mind. While working out what couples’ diamond rings to wear with how many carats to brag about his love with He Jünle——

Butler Cui hastily grabs him aside and asks with this very panicky tone,

Murong Jihua, half-asleep, seeing butler Cui’s mouth flap up and down with a great speed, and finally gathers enough wits to listen.

He is, being scolded by him?

Butler Cui almost looks like he could cry——

“Shaoye, oh shaoye, please listen to me, please do not leave behind a lifelong of regret for the shao-furen and yourself for a momentary pleasure!”

Murong Jihua furrows his brows to ask, “what are you going on about?”

Butler Cui slaps his own thighs, and ignores all the proceedings of manner to speak,

“Last night, Ms Su begged me to plead with you with a face full of tears, saying that shao-furen was pregnant, so she wished you would treat her and the child inside better,

… Never mind, I’ll get straight to the point,

You were moving so loudly that Ms Su, living with Su Xiaoqiu one floor down, was beyond horrified.”

Murong Jihua “…”

Was he that amazing?

Butler Cui continues, “although this humble servant is also unable to comprehend how a child is born, but, you see, these months, you shouldn’t be too intense with your bedroom affairs. Shaoye, see——”

Murong Jihua breaks into a chuckle seeing the butler about to cry, and just simply mentions, “oh… if you didn’t mention it I’d have forgotten He Jünle was still pre——”

That almost practically human-scum-like utterance was stopped in time.

——Thanks to butler Cui’s face looking so brilliantly distorted –

Oh shaoye! Is this a sign of the shaoye having already impregnated but doesn’t feel like taking responsibility?

Butler Cui, personally, would even welcome him ditching the shao-furen after all that——

But what is inside, is the Murong family’s offspring!

Butler Cui could almost kneel down then and there, and for the first time, says with a harsh tone, “shaoye!——That is your actual, living child!”

“…”

Our dear Murong Jihua isn’t interested in explaining, and so chooses not to listen anymore, and raises his legs to move away.

Halfway, he seems to have connected some terrifying dots in his mind, and makes a u-turn, to lean closer, and closer, to butler Cui’s face, within his foggy eyes are extreme curiosity. He asks,

“… You actually, for real, believe, that the shao-furen here, is actually pregnant?”

“?”

Butler Cui clearly fails to grasp the shaoye’s probing and doubting of his common sense, and while holding steadfast with his bright eyes, he declares loudly,

“Of course! Shaoye, you are such a formidable and brilliant person, so amazing and invincible——While this humble servant may use plebeian words, but I believe, if they cannot impregnate men, then they certainly do not qualify as being your semen!”

?

This shaoye is invincible,

So this shaoye’s semen must also be invincible?

…

……

………

Holy. Shit.

Can anyone tell him if there are still normal people in this world?

Butler Cui, what a pretty embarrassingly thick pair of rose-tinted idol glasses you have there, to reach a point where you could completely ignore science and reason and question the very nature of humanity…