CH 72.3

“So what are you two master and servant whispering in secret about this early morning?”

He Jünle appears from the corner all properly dressed and with a glass of freshly heated milk in his hands.

Butler Cui bows to him and very obediently retreats after a “good morning, shao-furen.”

——Though his eyes fixed right on He Jünle’s waist could burn a hole right through those thin layers of clothing.

He Jünle, watching the upright silhouette of butler Cui go, asks Murong Jihua,

“Your butler seems to be quite fond of you?”

Murong Jihua waves his hand dismissively, “you jest; is there even anyone in this world who isn’t fond of me?”

“Mmhm, that’s why there was also fondness by association,” He Jünle answers with a chuckle, “I can feel that, after learning about my so-called ‘pregnancy,’ his attitude towards me notched quite a few steps up.”

“? He once disrespected you?! That’s not good! I will have to call him back here and tell——”

“Alright, alright, don’t try to muddle things now; your butler is professional, and I was referring to the temperature in his eyes——Never mind, you won’t get it; I’m looking for you,” he says, approaching Murong Jihua, “——for an important experiment.”

“Huh?”

Murong Jihua sees He Jünle, right in front of him, tilts his head clockwise and anticlockwise——Until he settled into a very handsome, and super eighth-grade pose, before he could even react.

The young man gives Murong Jihua a very attractive wink with his left eye, and asks,

“——Feel anything?”

Oh shit! It’s the feeling of his heart stopping!

After having slept so many times, Murong Jihua still has to admit that He Jünle himself is like a giant magnetic field with unbelievable gravitational attraction. He is a walking hormone dispenser, always spreading his charisma far and wide.

Time to try and ascend to ascetic status…

Murong Jihua, under the attack of the high-voltage bolt known as He Jünle, has failed to become an immortal; instead, he ends up completely seared and looking well-edible——

The last time he was struck by handsomeness like this was when he was looking at himself in the mirror, probably…

He Jünle quietly walks over and kneels down, putting his wrist on Murong Jihua’s jumping pulse, and nods with satisfaction, saying,

“That’s a good pulse rate. Good.”

Murong Jihua’s brain is in shambles, so he grabs He Jünle’s hand, and asks like a good student who didn’t understand, “He Jünle, what the heck was that?”

“You wanted to know the competition I discussed with Princess Elizabeth, didn’t you?”

He Jünle brushes his lips with his finger, telling him,

“Like just now——We made a bet, that whoever manages to electrocute more people within a day would win.”

…

?

“One point given for each person electrocuted, two if they are of the same sex——If the reaction is ‘intense’ enough, additional points will be given at the judges’ discretion. The duration of the competition is the whole day tomorrow, and the competition will take place in City A itself. Professionals will be keeping an eye on us with surveillance drones, and…”

“Wait wait wait wait,”

Murong Jihua cuts off the young man’s explanation, asking,

“So what you are saying, is that your competition, involves you spraying your hormones all over the city? To see how many people would come prostrate under your feet?”

“That interpretation…” He Jünle rubs his nose, saying, “isn’t exactly wrong, either.”

…

This feels awful.

Murong Jihua asks, worried, “… what’s the ratio of male to female in City A?”

He Jünle answers, “7:3.”

“… That is way too advantageous to the Princess!”

“Think of it this way, if I could capture that 70% of men, I could win even higher marks because of the double points awarded for being the same sex.”

“You’re thinking about capturing men other than this shaoye?!”

“Oh please, don’t be ridiculous, they’re the ones swooning for benefits, different from you…”

“Benefits? Great, you’re trying to make friends with benefits?!”

“Oh, great shaoye, I’m wrong, and you’re right, ok?”

He Jünle clearly isn’t interested in battling semantics with Murong Jihua; occasionally, he would also wonder how this man always has 95% of his brain filled with pure love——

Is it seriously not just Murong Jihua being so handsome that his competition didn’t want to target him which allowed the Murong family industry to continue prospering under him?

Could it be?

——Ok, fine, He Jünle tries substituting himself in a role of being commercial rivals with Murong Jihua…

And he can safely say, he might actually be unable to do it.

Meanwhile, Murong Jihua spared no effort to finally switch his attention over to the 5% rationale remaining in his brain——

And asks, “… what can this shaoye do for you?”

“Sure,”

He Jünle looks all ‘I was waiting for you to say that,’ and reveals a kind of smile you could only see on a caring, but strict class teacher, as he pats Murong Jihua on the shoulder, telling him,

“Jihua, please do your part as a good father who is quiet, obedient, sitting still and worrying for his significant other, ok?”

“The shaoye——”

“Remember, quiet, obedient, and sitting still!”

“I——”

“Quiet, obedient, and sitting still.”

“…”

“Things that are important must be repeated three times.”

“Alright, alright, fine, I get it.”

“Also, one last thing——” He Jünle leans closer and closer to Murong Jihua’s face to say—— “Please return that missile you bought from abroad right・now.”

Murong Jihua, looking slightly uneasy with his intentions bust, tries to excuse himself, “I thought you would like it, so I prepared that surprise for you…”

“Just normal fireworks would do.”

“Missiles, atomic bombs, or even dynamites – never mind that, Jihua. I am happy with the sentiment alone.”

Twenty-four hours to the duel.

Butler Cui is busy squeezing milk from cows, settling down the nannies, dealing with paperwork, and leading the household. He is so busy he hasn’t attention for anything else;

Su Xiaomo is busy going to school, caring for her younger brother, and also burning three sticks of incense per day to pray for fortune for her Le-gege and his ‘child’;

Prince Blai’nd is busy rebuilding his shattered worldview and following behind Princess Elizabeth, touring her rather unconventional palace and its facilities;

Princess Elizabeth is busy dressing up to up her charm and prepare herself for the duel,

And also giving the Prince a tour in her research career,

Although it is very clear Prince Blai’nd cannot understand the Princess’ conviction in making a fly mate with a dragonfly…

Meanwhile, He Jünle, is eating a cake on a merry-go-round;

Murong Jihua, is sitting on a merry-go-round——

Feeding He Jünle cake.

Murong Jihua “…”

Murong Jihua “???”

This, isn’t this, like, way too peaceful and serene and sweet and loving?!

Is this the atmosphere of an impending showdown?!

He should ask He Jünle… But he doesn’t dare,

This day, He Jünle is largely unresponsive to questions;

Is something troubling his mind? He doesn’t look like it, still having that appetite, and even bugging for this shaoye to feed him cake…

Is nothing troubling his mind? He doesn’t look like it, waking up early in the morning and then getting on the merry-go-round to put on a David the Thinker impression…

And not even responding to the shaoye much.

It would at least be normal if they’re talking about bullshit or bickering about trivialities, you know?

Murong Jihua asks, unable to let go of his thoughts, “… Jünle, you’re, nervous?”

He Jünle gives him a glance that is exceedingly obvious –

Your good bro He never once more had the entry ‘nervous’ in his dictionary anymore since his junior high school days.

Murong Jihua then asks, “so you’re… not confident?”

Ok that is clearly even less possible.