When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu

Chapter 58.2

§-17

Speaking of which, that Cui Guanshi of his, who is good at rapping too, is quite clever himself. Pretty capable. It is always tiring to talk to clever, capable people. I spared him a mouthful and just obediently moved into Murong Jihua’s family as he wished.

His house was fucking enormous.

That was my first impression.

§-18

Murong Jihua was… unexpectedly inexperienced with romance.

That was my second impression.

§-19

The guy’s face goes beet red when I put teasing language in my words on purpose;
The guy would curl himself into a tangyuan to sleep while I sang songs;
The guy would discreetly give me money under the name of arguing with me;
The guy would hide in his bedroom and read materials to learn about being a bossy CEO;
The guy would watch me chat with girls with this jealous, sour face;

To see more interesting faces from him, I could help but,

Speak with these dramatised gasping tones, so that he misunderstood;
Pretend to be singing to the girl I was chatting with, but is actually cooing him to sleep;
Make some silly joke and transfer him more money;
Chat with girls until late at night on purpose, observing his constipated expression, wanting to stop me but couldn’t;

Well, yeah, the guy who made him unable to sleep well was me. The guy who cooed him to sleep afterwards was still me.

Everything about this man, was so laughably pure——So lethally pure.

Oh, I’m dead.

§-20

Maybe I haven’t seen enough girls yet?

Somehow, I felt the cuteness of the man, is so damned sweet.

§-21

… He will definitely treat Mo-er well. I am sure.

Mm. And then, that is when we can properly call each other bros, I bet.

§-22

I will never be able to forget that day.

I was drunk.

He surreptitiously carried me into a love hotel. The sound of him pacing all over the room was making my head hurt, but I didn’t plan to ‘wake up’ yet.

He told me, I’d transmigrated.

Haha. The guy really had no talent for acting. When he was lying, his eyelashes were fluttering the whole time…

——Shh, I was conscious the entire time.

There was nothing I wasn’t good at, including never getting drunk.

§-23

He told me about the troublesome Princess Elizabeth. To protect Su Xiaomo, he asked me to put on a performance with him.

A performance, named ‘love.’

While surprised at his ridiculous thought process and adaptability as usual, and attracted by his absurdly generous promise——

I agreed.

Heavens.

I must have gone mad.

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Then… Well, I haven’t dated, so I’m not sure, but from an outsider’s perspective, what happened next must have been sweet.

Mmhm, it must have been really sweet.

§-25

It is a shame that all of this was a performance.

The feelings were fake. Murong Jihua was fake.

Only He Jünle, was real.

§-26

“You stole my first kiss when you were drunk. Can I apply for damages and kiss you back?”

He said, with such an unusually serious expression – And most importantly, I saw the heavy fog deep in his eyes disappear all of a sudden.

It was a bullet striking right into my heart.

This is not good.

I ignored him, and just approached his neck, telling him,

“Treat this as a kiss.”

§-27

Murong Jihua was a bit angry, I think. He bit my lips hard, with such a passion that I felt like he was going to devour me whole.

§-28

Since then, we fought in bed a lot.

I thought I had everything under control. Murong Jihua and I——

Friends with benefits, I believed.

Mmhm, the kind that went ever so slightly too far.

§-29

The day this amorous relationship changed, was the day when Murong Jihua again violently raped my worldview.

Could you even believe it?

That dumbass, moved a whole amusement park into his bedroom.

Oh, ‘dumbass’ is definitely not a word of condemnation in my book.

Anyway, when I was chasing after Murong Jihua, who was seated on the rollercoaster, with a rifle in my hand, it was both embarrassing and, extremely thrilling… There was a feeling, that was hard to describe.

How should I put it?

I’m definitely not a melodramatic person who wallows in his past pain.

Yet, somehow, at that moment, I felt like I was experiencing the joys of childhood that were entirely missing from my life.

Tch, even I would have had a damned wish to run to my heart’s content in an amusement park, huh.

What was that silly wholesome BGM in the amusement park the entire time? It was damned pleasing to the ears.

Every step I took was like I was walking through a field of flowers with a trail of rainbow behind me.

I was so happy.