Awkward Chapter 31

“Bang!”

A heavy thud suddenly echoed.

Almost at the same time Ye Mu finished speaking, Chen Mo abruptly pushed him, chair and all, to the floor.

Ye Mu fell back, his head hitting a corner of a table, and he laid on the floor, drunkenly passing out with a frown.

Chen Mo stood up, his mind momentarily blank.

A nearby waiter, noticing that something wasn’t right, approached and asked, “Sir, do you need help?”

Chen Mo paused for a few seconds, then, regaining his composure, glanced at the waiter with a cold, irritated tone. “No.”

After speaking, he looked down at Ye Mu on the floor, his handsome face full of disgust. He grabbed several tissues and began furiously wiping the spot where he’d been kissed, as if scrubbing away a stain.

“Disgusting gay.”

Chen Mo cursed as he wiped, his face dark with anger, and even kicked Ye Mu on the ground out of frustration.

His face was already red and hot from all the wiping, but he didn’t seem to notice, continuing to scrub as if trying to peel off his skin.

The waiter, seeing this, couldn’t help but approach again. “Sir, are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Chen Mo’s expression soured, and he impatiently pulled out a bill from his pocket, handing it to the waiter. “Take him to my car.”

The waiter nodded, accepting the tip. He bent down, grabbed Ye Mu by the arms, and struggled to haul him up.

Chen Mo stared at the unconscious Ye Mu for a while, then, gritting his teeth, threw the tissue on the floor and headed for the door.

The waiter followed, carrying Ye Mu to the back seat of the car and carefully closing the door. “Thank you for your patronage, and have a safe journey.”

Chen Mo, beyond annoyed, closed his eyes and coldly muttered, “Get lost!”

The waiter, understanding, quickly backed off.

For a moment, the car was left with just the two of them.

Chen Mo felt the air inside was stifling, so he rolled down the window.

The cold autumn wind blew in, clearing his head a little. Glancing at the drunken Ye Mu in the backseat, he expressionlessly pulled out his phone and called Liu Yi.

The call was quickly answered.

“Hello, Chief Chen.”

Chen Mo coldly acknowledged, “Do you know Ye Mu’s current address?”

“The HR system should have it. Please hold on, I’ll email it to you shortly.”

Hearing this, Chen Mo said no more and directly hung up.

The information was sent over quickly.

— Room 202, Building A, Greenland Peak Plaza

Chen Mo glanced at it, still fuming, but he followed the address and drove to Ye Mu’s apartment building.

After parking, he looked at the drunken Ye Mu with a dark expression, then dragged him all the way to Room 202.

He found Ye Mu’s key and, the moment he unlocked the door, tossed him onto the sofa like throwing out garbage, his eyes filled with nothing but disdain.

As if the area where he’d been kissed was infected, he walked into Ye Mu’s bathroom and washed his face again under running water.

The cold water flowed over his reddened skin, cooling it down a bit.

But Chen Mo still felt angry, gritting his teeth as he kicked the bathroom tiles several times.

That disgusting gay must have done it on purpose, taking advantage of being drunk to make a move on him!

D*mn it, he actually got kissed by a man!

Disgusting, disgusting, it’s just too disgusting!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he kicked the tiles harder.

“Crack!”

The fragile tile finally couldn’t take the force and shattered, pieces scattering on the floor.

Some fragments landed on his shoe, and Chen Mo, eyes flashing with anger, bent down to brush them off. As he did, he noticed a paper envelope hidden behind the broken tile.

Half-squinting, he picked it up and casually opened it.

Chen Mo read through the contents quickly, and by the time he reached the last line, his lips were pressed into a tight, cold line, exuding a chilly indifference.

— Yan, you’ve finally met your match.