CH 74.1

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Mmhm, life is like a movie, movies are like life. It’s all acting anyway.

Murong Jihua exhales gently, and then gradually——goes ‘ss’——as he relieves himself of all his burdens and put on a mask of extreme pain and sadness,

“It’s alright… we can always make another child, but you, are my one and only baby.

Life is eight, ninety percent full of unhappiness; we never know if a misfortune might have a silver lining…

My dear, don’t cry. Wait for me to come.”

He is choking. He is sad and defeated. He is crying and protesting.

It almost sounds real.

The final stage is here.

The farce, shall end once and for all.

Murong Jihua tries his best not to look as happy as he actually is, as he lowers his voice to ask, “where are you?”

His voice sounds weak and effete, like a serial liar who doesn’t so much as blink when deceiving others, “Central Plaza, fe…

Female bathroom…”

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

Murong Jihua “… Jünle.”

He Jünle “…?”

All the mess of Murong Jihua’s flirts are stuffed back into his stomach when He Jünle, seemingly inexplicably pissed off, cuts his call off.

Murong Jihua “??? What did this shaoye do wrong this time around?”

Murong Jihua has pushed all his happiness aside, and really does look his part——His part of being the man who has to support the family even when his beloved child was suddenly lost. His brows are deeply creased. His eyes have a tinge of red. He is biting his lips and exuding a very gloomy aura.

——While considering what modes of transportation he should take to go to the Central Plaza, Sophia’s intermittent sobbing has pulled him back to reality for now.

Sophia is all incoherent in speech now, wailing so woefully that Murong Jihua really has to put in all the effort to ignore the guilt in his mind and try to discern what she was crying about,

“The little shaoye… sob sob, boss…”

“…”

Murong Jihua gasps, and lights a cigarette to conceal his own face in the smog, saying,

“… God needed an angel, and so summoned him instead. Sophia, now is not the time to lament. The war, is still far from over.”

Sophia continues sobbing, going, “but… but that was boss’ blood and flesh… the child, most amazing, most cutest, most noblest of child in this world… Just… I’m sorry, boss… I’m not myself…”

Murong Jihua heaves a big puff of smoke; among which only a pair of foggy eyes can be seen. He twists his fingers, and tramples the cigarette butt hard until the embers go out, as he casts his gaze far out into the skies, saying,

“What has passed has passed, but we are still here. If the child were here, I am sure our pained faces are what they would like to see the least,

The child may be gone, but the mot… other daddy is still struggling in the riptide that is the battle. He must be in deep pain and weakness right now. As a man, I must shoulder everything, and keep our family together.”

Sophia slowly stops her cries, going, “boss…”

Murong Jihua can almost see her filled with emotional tears and a face of admiration for his great resolve through her voice alone.

Ah,

He really is such a great speaker!

Sophia “… Boss.”

Murong Jihua “Mm?”

Sophia “… If you don’t go to shao-furen soon, I’m afraid you will be missing more than just…”

Murong Jihua “…”

… Look here, what in the world are you actually saying?!

Murong Jihua, working from the coordinates He Jünle sent to him, made many twists and turns, until finally, in an extremely obscure corner of the Central Plaza, has found one single decrepit toilet. There is such an interesting smell lingering in the air.

Murong Jihua can feel the scent of poverty vividly.

He looks to the left, and to the right, and turns to the left, and turns to the right.

Confirming again and again, again, confirming and confirming.

Good, there is nobody else around.

To raise his foot up once——Good!

A step forward——Brilliant!

He pushes the door, to enter the female bathroom.

Murong Jihua immediately locks the door up as soon as he’s in, gasping while leaning on the door.

Really, all through this life of the shaoye, plus his past life too, this is his first time entering the female bathroom…

Exciting, perhaps?

This is the female bathroom, huh?

Other than there being urinals, it looks no different to the men’s room…

Thankfully, there is nobody else here——

——And when he turns around, he runs right into a pair of glittering eyes.

The familiar lightness and the denseness of the make-up fitting one another,

The familiar ascension from the muddy ground without a speck,

The familiar cherry, crimson red lips, and a snowy arm, like a beautiful lotus flower root.

The familiar…

… Girl.

“That angelic missus?!”

Fuck!

The world sure is small.

Murong Jihua is completely fumbling his attempts at speech as his brain turns to mush, filled with endless streams of different ideas, tangling his brain into a bunch of nothing.

This bathroom is occupied?!

Would she think this shaoye is a pervert and hate him?!

Where’s He Jünle?

Wait, He Jünle was staying inside this bathroom with this girl the whole time?!

Murong Jihua, who feels his head has been decorated with all sorts of hats from white to green to black to yellow, has such a brilliant facial expression right now. He takes half a step back reflexively, to back away from this girl who is dead in the centre of his damned strike zone.

The girl keeps looking at Murong Jihua with this mysterious expression, and when noticing his little reaction, the eyes curl, as if there something really interesting is happening.

——Then, without hesitation or courtesy, the girl openly and forcefully lunges forth to stop Murong Jihua’s restless lips from starting to spout nonsense.

Oh no.

He’s going to explode.

He’s a scum.

A scum scum scum scum scum scum???

He, he’s going to have to dogeza in front of all the ladies and gentlemen of the nation!

Murong Jihua smacks his fist right down at the girl’s chest like lightning, forcing her over two metres away, while brushing his lips with his hand hard, and pointing to her with his other hand, chastising,

“Please do not cheapen both of us like this, I have a family already!

Do not think that because you look nice and have that flat chest and is completely my type, you can just do whatever you want to me. All you socialites merely dress up nicely for this shaoye’s cash, don’t think I do not know blablabla…”

“Ho.”

The girl suddenly chuckles, and while Murong Jihua looks stupefied, ‘she’ raises ‘her’ arm, and pulls off the fake hairdo from ‘her’ head——