Mr. Dior - Chap 92
Ch92 – Sacrificing one’s life for the nation’s crisis, to regard death as returning home
Translator:- Max
Editor:- Nine
After humiliating the dog emperor, Marshal Zhang, feeling contented, went to cook for his little wife. In order to make up to the little young master, the warlord made a table full of sumptuous dishes.
Steamed shellfish with garlic vermicelli, braised prawns, sizzling mushrooms, lotus root strips with sauce, stir-fried water spinach, smashed cucumbers, a bowl of stomach nourishing soup, and a dessert.
“At such a late hour, how can we finish all of this?” Jiao Qi took a bite of the lotus root strips. The half-cut lotus slices were filled with stuffing, and fried until crispy. The thick soup flavour lingered after every bite and was very fragrant.
“Throw it away if you can’t finish it, and you can’t give it to the dog emperor.” Zhang Chenfei glanced at Guangzong, who was leaning on the table and watching him. He smacked his lips deliberately, making it seem very delicious, causing the little gold retriever to drool.
“Haha, why are you bullying it?” Amused by this person and dog pair, Jiao Qi rubbed Guangzong’s dog head and tried to reason with it, “Dogs can’t eat this stuff.”
“Wangwu…” The dog emperor stared at the food in Zhang Chenfei’s hand with aggrieved eyes, and did not listen to his advice at all.
After dinner, Jiao Qi held a notebook and laid on the bed, reading the script. He hadn’t read the previous nine scripts, but now he intended to find them and take a look at them. Zhang Chenfei took a shower and came over, rubbing against his little wife, sniffing him.
“Don’t make trouble.” Jiao Qi was tickled by him, and raised his hand to push him away.
“You are my wife, what’s the matter with hugging?” Marshal Zhang was extremely dissatisfied with the little wife’s gestures as if he was driving away flies.
“I’m busy right now. Go find your concubine.” He found the script for “The Warlord’s Undercover Wife” and clicked on it to take a look.
Indeed, it’s mentioned that after the young master ran away, the warlords took in the maidservant who came as a dowry. Due to the chaos of war and the dispersal of household servants, taking her as his concubine was the only way to ensure the little maidservant’s safety. However, he would have the maidservant tell him stories about the young master’s past every day, and after hearing them, he would drink a lot of wine, crying and laughing.
Later on, when the young master was found, the maidservant would whisper tales of romantic affairs between herself and the warlord into his ear, causing the young master to not believe the warlord’s words for a long time.
However, in the original work, the maidservant was portrayed as a weak and graceful character, and it’s unclear how she became associated with his chubby secretary. As for the pre-marriage Li Yingjun and Mr. Wang, they were characters from the script of “The Domineering Prince and Pretty Princess”.
“What concubine! You’re the one Laozi has been yearning for all day and night. Where would there be a concubine?” Zhang Chenfei jumped up as if deeply insulted, opening the doors to the bathroom, wardrobe, and study, one after the other, “Look at this cupboard, this bed, this bedside table, all clean!”
“Clatter!” The drawer of the bedside table was pulled open by the brutal warlord, and pink toys fell out all over the floor…
Closing the laptop, Jiao Qi crossed his arms and looked at the pile of toys. “All clean, En?” He glanced down at the progress bar on the broom, which now read 5.5% completed. It seemed like they had wiped away the tail end of the prince’s storyline.
Zhang Chenfei gritted his teeth and cursed: “Fuck, who put so many dirty things in Laozi’s drawer! Throw it away, throw it all away!”
Jiao Qi raised an eyebrow without saying a word.
The warlord who was born as a bandit had a thicker skin than the city wall, and he was not bothered by the awkward atmosphere at all. Crawling back on the bed again, crossing his hands together in front of his chest, he rubbed against his little wife like a husky scratching an itch.
“Until you agree, I won’t touch you.” Marshal Zhang said earnestly. He knew he needed to make up for his past mistakes, and the traumas his little wife had experienced wouldn’t be so easily soothed, and can only be done slowly.
“En.” Jiao Qi responded without thinking, put the notebook aside, and got ready to sleep.
“Jiao Xiaoqi,” Zhang Chenfei sat up and tried to hold his hand, “I’m a rough man and I don’t know how to love you properly, but I’ll learn. If there’s anything that bothers you, please let me know. Let’s talk openly about anything, so we don’t quarrel.”
Looking up at him, Jiao Qi saw the sincerity in his deep eyes, and for a moment, he couldn’t quite tell if this was a line from the script or something Zhang Chenfei said it himself.
“Even if you did something wrong, I will let you go.” Afraid that his little wife would not believe it, Marshal Zhang hastily added another point.
Jiao Qi couldn’t help pursing his lips and smiling, “Okay.”
The next morning, as Jiao Qi watched his Lao Gong getting up and getting dressed, he asked him uncertainly, “Are you still Marshal Zhang?”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chenfei’s face showed a trace of pain. He knelt on one knee on the bed and gently touched his little wife’s face. “It’s me, can’t you remember clearly? This won’t do, I can’t leave you alone at home. You’ll come with me to the command centre.”
This arrangement aligned with Jiao Qi’s intention. The reversed script was even more chaotic than before, and he was afraid that he would think about jumping off a cliff again. He needed to keep an eye on things.
The two of them went to Shifei together. Upon receiving the notification, Yu Yuan hurriedly brought a stack of thick documents to the President for signature.
Seeing Yu Yuan, Zhang Chenfei couldn’t help frowning: “Why are you here?”
“The boss asked me to come.” The chubby guy smiled, revealing his two dimples, and lowered his head to show the documents to Jiao Qi. “The ones that need urgent attention are all here. It’s not much, once you’re done signing, I’ll take them back.”
Seeing this situation, Marshal Zhang was very anxious, and couldn’t help calling Yu Yuan over, “Didn’t I already give you this month’s money?”
“Ah?” Yuan Yuan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that President Zhang was referring to the extra bonus he gets for supervising Jiao Qi’s meals. “I already received it.”
“Here’s another sum for you. Don’t talk nonsense in front of him.” Zhang Chenfei said, concerned that this fatty might arrange something in front of his wife. If the newly coaxed wife ran away again, he would kill someone.
As soon as the words fell, Yu Yuan received a hush money of 5,000 yuan from Louis XIII. However, the President was already aware of it, so Yu Yuan felt guilty and looked nervously at his family’s boss.
Jiao Qi rubbed the space between his eyebrows, quickly signed a few documents and handed them to Yu Yuan, and said in a low voice, “Here you go. Just take these and pretend you don’t know anything.”
“Okay!” With his boss’s approval and unexpectedly making a fortune, Comrade Xiao Yu happily carried the documents and hurried off. With a smile in his eyes and swift steps, he seemed to have transformed from a chubby figure to a swift and agile one, disappearing without any hesitation.
Zhang Chenfei wanted to explain but didn’t know how to put it into words. Just then Secretary Su Su came in to inform him about a meeting on the top floor, the eager-to-show-loyalty Marshal Zhang quickly took his little wife with him.
“War is about to break out soon. You should listen and remind your father to be prepared.” The rough man warlord tried to please his wife by baring his secrets to him.
The meeting was about the arrangement of the offline competition for “Glory of the Galaxy”. In the overseas service region, the top three teams from each country had already been determined, and the list of teams that could come to China for the competition had been finalised. As for China, due to the large number of players and regions, the semi-finals were taking place tonight. The top three teams that make it to the finals would have the opportunity to participate in this grand competition.
“The team led by Demon King has already reached the semi-finals, competing tonight for a spot in the finals.” The operations department presented the official team’s performance, which was mostly dominant throughout, with a mix of victories and losses up until the quarterfinals, primarily losing to the professional team MMY.
“MMY has good foresight, forming a professional team at this stage.”
“It seems they have a lot of confidence in our Shifei Ah.”
For Shifei, the participation of a professional team was certainly welcome. This would attract more gaming lovers to join and lay the foundation for future alliances. However, for the Demon King, this wasn’t good news. He was probably worried about not being able to get that 2.5 million prize anymore.
“When is the big battle scheduled?” Zhang Chenfei asked with a serious expression.
“It’s scheduled for the 20th of next month. We need to allocate time for visa processing for the participating teams. The venue has been arranged, and there are no issues.” The operations department replied smoothly.
Zhang Chenfei looked at the list with a solemn expression, “Eight-Nation Alliance | Invaded | China.”
Those participating in the meeting were mostly senior executives, so they talked more casually. When they heard the President’s remark, everyone burst into laughter. Jiao Qi was afraid that he might get too excited and give an impassioned speech about “defending China to the death”, so he quickly interjected, “What time is the match for the Demon King’s team?”
“At 8:15 p.m.” Hearing President Jiao’s question, everyone stopped laughing and answered him quickly and accurately.
“En, everyone, remember to go back and watch, and tip our gold medal anchor.” Jiao Qi raised his chin slightly and made a small joke.
The atmosphere became lively again, and everyone nodded with a smile: “No problem!”
At 8:15 PM, the two husbands stood in front of the screen to watch the game of Dick Army on time. The semi-finals were a knockout competition, with four teams split into two groups. The winners of one group would directly advance to the finals, while the losers would compete for third place.
The system randomly assigns them, and until one second before the match, nobody knows who their opponents will be.
The Demon King led his team members into the battlefield first, and sent out a greeting.
Dick Army: Please read my name aloud with emotion, thank you!
MMY: Mama Ya!
Dick Army: …
MMY：……
“How is it you guys again ah, brothers!” The Demon King covered his forehead and didn’t know whether to laugh and cry. The other anchors of Dick Army’s team also began to exaggerate their wailing.
【Diao Jun – Bad: Ahhhhhh, Why? Heaven must be against us Dick Army!】
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room was already considerable, but after the groups were revealed, it exploded exponentially. It was estimated that even the finals might not compare to this battle.
【This is really the Group of Death!】
【It’s over, it’s over, definitely one group won’t make it to the finals. The finals will be a waste!】
【I don’t care, My God A is invincible, fuck them, tell them to kneel down and call mama ya!】
【Could you shut up? Last time you were taught a lesson by MMY. Haven’t you learned your lesson yet? Just surrender right away!】
Regardless of what the barrage said, the world champion Art would never admit defeat. Even if they were to lose, they would do so gracefully and spectacularly. “Why fear? Roll up your sleeves and get to work!” The Demon King rolled up his short sleeves, patting his biceps, pretending he had muscular arms.
The indomitable Dick Army charged forward courageously.
The semi-finals were much more serious than the previous group stage. Both sides are currently the top players in the country. When they collided together, sparks flew everywhere, and the audience was hooked.
However, in the end, they still lost.
Watching the battlefield on the screen in the perspective of the Demon King gradually turned to ash grey, with the white flag bearing the words “Dick Army” slowly raised in the ruins, Zhang Chenfei closed his eyes in despair, “We lost.”
With the situation already gone, his team had lost, and he could no longer defend this vast land. As the Eight-Nation Alliance was approaching, what should they do?
After silently reciting the entire verse “Sacrificing one’s life for the nation’s crisis, to regard death as returning home” in his heart, the military leader, whose back was now bent under the weight of reality, spoke with a hoarse voice, “Young Master Jiao, can you, lend me some money?”
“En? What money?” Jiao Qi threw a one-yuan gift to the Demon King, and then turned to look at his own family’s Lao Gong.
“I will transfer all my assets to your Jiao family, and be your family’s son-in-law. Can you lend me money to raise my soldiers?”
“……”
Unable to bear to break Mr. Warlord’s heroic spirit, Jiao Qi, took out the check from yesterday and signed it for one million silver yuan and gave it to him.
Zhang Chenfei’s fingers trembled as he held the money for selling himself. After a moment, he suddenly began to undress.
“What are you doing again?” Jiao Qi said, using one hand to block the approaching guy who may take unfair advantage of him and stared at him warily.
“Selling myself.” Zhang Chenfei said with a serious expression, “If you’re giving Laozi money, Laozi naturally have to do what I’m supposed to do. After all, you’re a little slut, and without me and my other six brothers, you wouldn’t survive.”
“……Roll!”
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Note: Sacrificing one’s life for the nation’s crisis, to regard death as returning home——Cao Zhi’s “Bai Ma Pian” or “White Horse”
