You’re, Like, So Tots Annoying

§349

“You’re so annoying?” (TL: In Chinese pinyin ‘ni/hao/fan’)

Murong Jihua, sitting opposite Dr Ni on his exquisite beast fur sofa, with his legs crossed, is reading the document in his hand.

‘High Highness ‘Zabethy and Mu-dage’s Super Duper Paper Contract’——While reading this ‘contract,’ Murong Jihua is blinking in confusion at Dr Ni.

“What did you say your name was again?”

“My surname is Ni, and my given name is Haofan.”

The old man, Dr Ni, says humbly, “Mr Murong, is everything in our offered contract in order?”

§350

More like orderless!

Not to mention this Dr that totally lived up to his name of ‘you are annoying’ – in order to comprehend this contract ‘personally penned by Her Highness,’ that is composed of over a dozen sections with 30% of its content in English, 50% in various forms of Chinese characters and 20% in outright pinyin, Murong Jihua had spent a whole hour and his eyes are already sore.

This won’t do. The Murong conglomerate, the family richer than the royals in setting, cannot falter here.

§351

“And so,”

Murong Jihua puts his legs down and leans forward slightly, slamming the contract onto the amber desk lined in gold.

He lowers his gaze slightly, staring coldly at Dr Ni, asking,

“Tell me how you plan to supervise us again?”

§352

There is a strong aura, so heavy that Dr Ni almost trembles, but being a scientific researcher of a royal institute, it takes him mere seconds to regain his composure.

“Naturally… This humble team wouldn’t interfere with Mr Murong’s daily life. We would only observe your experiments with insemination of Mr, Mr He, and… please, I, I mean,”

The old man seems quite nervous, with his hand drenched in sweat, when he says the following, “… I do wish that Mr CEO would comply with the terms of the contract with Her Highness and actively pursue the nighttime activities as outlined and dictated by the Elizabethian Genetics Experiment Organisation…”

§353

You could be more honest with yourself and admit you’re the Nighttime Activities Manager of the Imperial Household Department outright.

The kind that is specifically in charge of the nighttime activites of this residence.

§354

Dr Ni is quite frightened by the heavy, unfriendly aura of the number one CEO. He really can’t help but complain inside that, against the Murong family, even if he has royal backing, he still can’t act much confidently.

His position is quite awkward as well.

He naturally cannot go against Her Highness, whose eyes are only for the result of the experiment regardless of the difficulties. If he cannot produce any observation results then he can kiss his career in Country A goodbye;
And the Murong family…
Never mind them. It is an immovable giant.

When these two giants clash, the ones suffering are the pitiable peasants stuck in the middle of them.

§355

“You’re so annoying…”

“Mr Murong, were, were you calling me?”

“No. Go away.”

“…”

§356

The night is long; the wind is strong; the time is right to unsheathe the schlong.

In CEO Murong’s bedroom, on the twentieth floor of the Murong residence building.

Murong Jihua and his wild and outrageous little flower (…), one is sitting on the bed, the other on the chair. They are staring quietly at each other. The mood is quite… amicable.

Murong Jihua is the one on the chair. He Jünle is the one on the bed;
Murong Jihua is waiting for butler Cui’s contact, He Jünle is checking in on his adopted younger sister.

Murong Jihua’s terminal lights up as a message rolls in.

[Cui Guanshi: Dr Ni is currently waiting right outside shaoye’s bedroom. It is suspected he has installed a wall-penetrating high-class sound recording device. Should we arrange for signal interruption immediately?”

A response is sent out soon enough——’No need.’

・

He wants a sound, then he can have sound;
He needs the punchcards punched? Then he’ll punch them.

・

Murong Jihua asks, “can you moan?”
He Jünle raises his brows to answer, “I can learn.”

Murong Jihua gets onto the bed and puts one of his earphones into the young man’s ears, saying, “try to imitate this?”

——He presses ‘play,’ and the earphones immediately begin to produce some sounds that would send faces and ears blushing.

The talented, capable straight handsome young man Yan Jihua, never would have imagined in all his life, that one day, he would have to play a naughty video for his fake lover…

“That’s it?” He Jünle looks entirely unfazed, focused on the video like an actor seriously pondering his lines.

Murong Jihua feels a little defeated. Is he completely, absolutely unmoved playing this pretend-marriage with him?

Is it perhaps because he is so straight he doesn’t feel awkward at all…?

§357

Then the young man pulls on the cord on his earphone to say, “I can have a go.”

“Wait!” Murong Jihua quickly stuffs his own ears with the earphones and whispers with the quietest voice possible,

“You can keep going on,”

He says, pulling open the blankets and shrinking inside, only leaving his head out with an arm underneath for support,

“You moan you; I keep watching the video.”

§358

All men in the Jünle Gang are frank and straightforward, and so are basically all the men He Jünle has had contact with. Their heads are filled only with thoughts of their big boss and girls;

This man, this tall and mighty CEO, instead always engages in these silly, childish things, and cares about all these strange trivialities.

To imagine he was the one who half-threatened, half-cooed him into this makeshift boyfriend deal.

It did change his usual conception that all rich boys are just forceful, inconsiderate dumbasses a little.

Interesting.

§359

“So——
Mm… Ah, ah——Mercy,
Uh——argh, Jünle will work hard, work hard for the great genetic project… aaah it’s too deep! Wait——”

§360

Compared to He Jünle, Murong Jihua’s role is much simpler. He merely has to imitate deep breath a few times while He Jünle is between his moans. All for the sake of building a positive image of them diligently working for the experiment.

While suppressing the lustful thirstiness, he also has some time to think about everything. His mind is feeling weird.

What if he did not die;
What if this world isn’t actually fake;
What if he didn’t have to be the bossy CEO for his beloved little white lotus;
What if, he was free——

If, He Jünle…

He watches He Jünle’s lips open and close with his mind drifting far, far away.

§361

“… Hey, you’re getting hard again.”
“… The earphones don’t block sound well enough.”