Barking Up the Wrong Tree – Finding His Own Trap Hilarious Again

　　Yan Bei's group left, accepting the loss they were dealt. Before he left, looking despondent and reluctant, he said, "If it's you… if it's you, then I have no choice but to admit defeat."

　　'f.u.c.k you! What, are you betrothing your younger sister to my uncle or something? What the f.u.c.k?! Why are you trying to be bosom buddies with me just because those in your generation were beaten?! You were all giddy a second ago when you called me Liu Shan's Plague!!'

　　Prime Minister' Li's other subordinates left prior; Yan Bei was the last one remaining. He kept glancing at the prime minister. Before he left for good, he looked back to mouth what I interpreted as, "Take good care of him."

　　… I took in a deep breath and brayed in my mind, "Are you the second lead male protagonist in fiction, who crushes on the main female protagonist for his entire life, tells the main male lead to take good care of her and tacitly bid her farewell when she chooses him?! f.u.c.k out of here, gay boy! s.h.i.+t, you've tarnished a nice dining scene!"

　　I wanted to express my heartfelt concern for the prime minister's future after that encounter with his subordinate.

　　I entered Dongpo Restaurant with the prime minister after sending Yan Bei off. Dongpo Restaurant's entrance was tantamount to the markets. There were seven floors - which they kept adding to eventually reach - yet there still weren't enough tables. Lining up was the everyday scenario. Everyone who liked to frequent treated it as common sense.

　　Given the prime minister was fond of Dongpo Restaurant, I acknowledged him as a distinguished cuisine expert. A place of Dongpo Restaurant's calibre even reserved a private room for him for prolonged periods. For many big names frequenting the restaurant, the restaurant needed to ensure they had their heads on right and reserved private rooms for them. I didn't know the prime minister frequented the place.

　　"Prime Minister, there are lots of people in the line. Are we going to take the backdoor?"

　　"What backdoor? We're entering through here."

　　"Oh? From the main entrance?"

　　The prime minister coughed twice. He took out a pair of western sungla.s.ses and a wig. He wore them on, transforming himself. He, an almost seventy year old elder, looked young. He was somewhat hunched over, but he was teeming with energy. His new look reversed over a decade years of life for him. A rough guess would be he was a barely fifty. He then said, "Done. Let's go."

　　"Let's go?" I repeated in my mind. I inquired, "Eh? What about the private room?"

　　The prime minister waved his hand: "What private room? We're lining up right here. We can chat as we wait."

　　'I see. That's wise. Is that what you thought I'd say?!'

　　Gaze frigid, I took three steps back then turned and left. At least I tried. The prime minister hastily caught me as I went to leave: "Don't go. Don't go!! Why are you such a naughty kid? Come back. Come back. This is out of consideration for your safety."

　　'Oh, I know that sort of line. Those face-slapping male protagonists always say, 'Miss, for your safety's sake, this one shall share the room with you tonight.' You think I haven't used that trick before?! Don't underestimate me; they call me the Demoness' dual cultivation man!'

　　Still, the prime minister stopped me. It would look ridiculous for two grown men (one young and handsome man and an old grandpa) to be getting touchy out on the street. I, therefore, had no choice but to obey him.