… Maybe…?

(TL: The title was in English in the raws)

§165

The shaoye was kicked away.

§166

Even if he was thinking with his big toe, Murong Jihua can certainly imagine how he is very anti-character-archetypically——kicked off the bed.

But!

So what?!

“Pretty wild, huh, lass.”

Murong Jihua, crouching on the smooth, clean floor, while rubbing his terribly aching tummy, raises one hand to brush away the redness which does not actually exist by his lips.

§167

This——is actually, the kind of female-oriented novel with a silly title that was popular about a decade ago?

He must stay strong, stay strong! He was too excited so the ‘female lead’ managed to break through his iron shield known as his character archetype! He is ready this time——

He won’t end up losing face again!

§167.5

While he is averse to admitting it, after ‘realising’ that the tough bone He Jünle is the actual・female lead, Murong Jihua’s long-suppressed mind did instead let loose a little bit of roaring passion and fighting spirit.

His whole inventory of flirts is like a dam about to overflow. There isn’t a hint of the awkwardness he had when facing Su Xiaomo. He could almost feel the sweetness begging to leak through his every word——

To love a wild horse, and to also have a whole field of grass at home.

A real man, mounts a hot sassy one!

§168

Bang——!

“Boss! Are you alright? We heard all this noise inside——Uh…?”

§168.5

Butler Cui, who rushed into the door, all panicked and somewhat tired, with five burly bodyguards behind him “…”
Murong Jihua, who has resolved himself again, and leapt back onto the bed to fistfight with He Jünle “…”
He Jünle, with his foot already raised and poised, this time targeting Murong Jihua’s shoulder “…”

§169

The warm sun is slightly intoxicating; when romance aligns, one might begin to undress.

The handsome, rich, perfectly divine male specimen, after struggling in the turmoil of love and romance, can no longer resist the primal urges in his chest, and is now tightly embracing his beloved in this sweet afternoon.

He is grabbing the long leg hanging on his shoulder, and through his already rumpled white shirt, his white, glistening young body is visible——

Is all butler Cui’s cones and rods in his eye catches in the 0.5 seconds after pushing open the door.

Of course, he does not deny that parts of it may have been his own imagination.

§169.5

“Apologies, shaoye. Excuse us.”

The door closes.

Murong Jihua “… Pretty professional, aren’t they.”

He Jünle “…”

§170

“Come with me!!!”

It seems He Jünle must be really pissed off from his ’embarrassment,’ and Murong Jihua can clearly make out the heavy breathing and slight trembling in his tone.

‘Handsome, aren’t we…
It must be hard on his throat to fake that masculine deepness with a female voice.’

Examining from top to bottom, Murong Jihua’s mind is randomly remarking.

Perhaps trying to stop CEO Murong from digging himself in further, He Jünle gives another unrestrained kick at the CEO’s right shoulder, but he is prepared this time. Murong Jihua’s upper body regains balance soon enough, and his smile only deepens. He looks like he has a lot more to say——

He Jünle decides not to give him a chance to open his damned mouth again.

With a heavy heart and suppressed killing intent, he sweeps his long legs across to free himself from Murong Jihua. He walks off the bed, and pulls him right along by the hand.

‘So strong and independent a lass, isn’t she.’

The cold, powerful hand feels utterly hot in Murong Jihua’s mind.

§171

It burns.

§172

“Eh——He, Jünle, Jünle, slow down, you can’t fly being this sassy——”

“Shut up.”

Butler Cui, and the bodyguards, who are still yet to recover from the disorienting blow that is ‘their boss is about to applaud for love (TL: Chinese slang meaning to have a happy♂time) with a man,’ are now to bear witness, the same way the door bears witness to its third ‘bang’ in short order –

Two good friends, hand holding hand, forever and ever?

§172.5

The low-pressure system known as He Jünle is dragging the high-pressure system known as Murong Jihua behind him while heading for the toilet with a dark aura about him.

Bodyguard A: Mr Butler (TL: Remember the ‘Guanshi’ pun? It’s in full swing here), should we follow?
Butler Cui: And do what? Listening in on them? Do you want to lose your job?

§173

Murong Jihua watches as He Jünle pulls him right into the Men’s toilet and his face flushes red. He gulps, but can’t utter a single word staring at He Jünle’s face.

The guy, meanwhile, clearly doesn’t want to waste any more time chatting either. He shoves Murong Jihua right into a stall and, while Murong Jihua is indulging in his own fantasies with reddened cheeks, the guy undoes his flies immediately.

“Sss——”

Murong Jihua grits his teeth tight. Cold sweat is forming in his palm.

§174

The plot development is so quick!

He isn’t prepared!

What would a bossy CEO do? Pull his pants down and just do it?

“Ho… Baby, don’t rush it. We still have a long ways ahe——”

Murong Jihua’s voice stops abruptly.

§175

Grabbing his hand, He Jünle guides it along and shoves it right inside——

“…”
“…”

Murong Jihua, with a frozen smile, rubs it again in disbelief.

“…”
“…”

Oh.

§176

Bang——
Thump——
Bonk——
Crash!!

The poor butler Cui, still recovering his fragile mind, is suddenly gripped by another unbelievable occurrence.

“Shit! Butler Cui! Are you fucking there?! Come to your shaoye right now!”

CEO Murong, who was positively emitting pink bubbles just now, rushes right out of the toilet, with one foot still stuck in the plastic board used to separate the urinals. The whole aura of aggressiveness and irritation surrounding him is so utterly suffocating.

His chest is rapidly, dramatically rising and falling. His usual elegance, his domineering form is completely missing. After landing his gaze directly on the butler, who is shrinking already, he points his finger right at the man’s nose impolitely.

§177

“At this very moment, right now, immediately!
I want all stocks of this hospital owned by this shaoye removed!”