“If you asked me, Wen Nuan…” Hei Wuchang spoke partway, his face confused as he asked, “Ol’ Bai, where’s the boss? Why’s he gone again?”
That’s right, again.
Bai Wuchang simply gestured. “Washroom.”
Hei Wuchang glanced over, and sure enough, he saw the back of Baili Wuchang’s tall and broad figure.
Clicking his tongue, Hei Wuchang stroked his chin, saying profoundly, “I don’t know why, but it feels like the boss is on his way to catch a couple in the act.”
Baili Wuchang walked towards the washroom. He reached out a hand to open the door, but stopped, his well-defined knuckles half raised in the air.
What did he come to the washroom for?
“How strange…”
Baili Wuchang felt like he had been acting rash recently. It was just because on the body of the little front desk worker Wen Nuan, there was an extremely familiar scent that matched that person, so Baili Wuchang couldn’t help but constantly pay attention to Wen Nuan’s each and every move.
He retracted his outstretched hand. Baili Wuchang pressed down on his forehead, mumbling to himself, “He doesn’t have the birthmark, so he isn’t Master…”
“Ah, what a coincidence.”
Baili Wuchang hadn’t opened the washroom door, but someone else did. Wen Nuan came out from inside, greeting the upright and motionless Baili Wuchang at the entrance.
Wen Nuan’s eyes widened in surprise. He said, “Hi, guest. Are you here to attend the charity event, too? I didn’t think I would run into you here.”
In these two days, Wen Nuan had run into Baili Wuchang countless times. He got to see this world class face every now and then. Wen Nuan almost believed that there was some inexplicable and unclear “fate” between the guest from Room 404 and himself.
Even though he was really hungry, Wen Nuan was a face-con. His spirits instantly lifted, and he couldn’t help but sigh to himself, Bliss truly is not shallow. No, no; a treat for the eyes truly is not shallow.
Baili Wuchang stared at the dimple that appeared on Wen Nuan’s cheek, but he himself didn’t smile at all. In fact, the corners of his mouth sank even lower, as if there were an invisible three words saying “I’m not happy” written across his face.
As soon as Wen Nuan stepped foot into the banquet hall, Baili Wuchang had noticed him. But Wen Nuan? Did he only just notice him now?
Hah—
Baili Wuchang laughed coldly to himself. It seemed like Wen Nuan’s attention was all spent on that Mr. Su. No wonder why he had tugged and flirted with that surnamed Su.
“Hiss—” Thinking thus far, Baili Wuchang felt a dull headache, suddenly realizing that he was acting even more abnormal, complaining as if he was a resentful woman…
“Guest?” In a blink, Wen Nuan saw that Baili Wuchang’s face turned black, green, and purple, then from purple to blue and white. He couldn’t help but ask in a worried voice, “Did you also drink too much, guest?”
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It was only because Mr. Su had drunk too much that he was helped to the washroom. An Xiangbei was still taking care of Mr. Su inside. Wen Nuan had stepped out to take the time to eat. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he once again ran into the guest from Room 404 who also “drank too much”.
Wen Nuan was a little curious. What kind of alcohol is being served at this charity event, and is it really that good?
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Su Mu was not polite, waving away An Xiangbei’s support. He sneered, “Don’t worry about me.”
“Guest…” An Xiangbei looked worried. “How about I help you get to your room to rest? You seem to have drunk too much.”
“Get to my room?” Su Mu laughed hoarsely, then step by step approached An Xiangbei until he was pressed against the washroom wall in a dead end. “You have some guts. Aren’t you afraid I’m going to do something to you?”
Su Mu and An Xiangbei were very close. The tips of their noses were practically touching. An Xiangbei wasn’t prepared for this, turning his head to the side. He didn’t dare stare straight at Su Mu, whispering, “Mr. Su isn’t that kind of person…”
The gaze Su Mu had as he stared at An Xiangbei deepend. The smell of alcohol permeated the air around them, making Su Mu seem a little mischievous and irascible.
Su Mu tilted his head down, coming even closer to An Xiangbei, not at all letting him escape. He said, “I’m not that kind of person? Hearing your tone of voice, it seems like you seem to understand me well?”
An Xiangbei had already backed up as much as possible, but he still spoke. “You might not remember…We met before. You…were a good person.”
“Good person?” Su Mu acted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He grabbed An Xiangbei’s chin and roughly forced him to raise his head to look him in the eye.
Su Mu had drank, and though his face wasn’t red, his eyes were a bit bloodshot. He looked fierce beyond comparison.
Su Mu chuckled softly. “This morning, weren’t you there? Didn’t you clearly hear what those people said? I’m a murderer. Do you really think I’m a good person?”
An Xiangbei’s gaze shook, full of astonishment. He quickly replied, “N—No, that’s impossible…You wouldn’t murder a person. They have to have misunderstood you…Why didn’t you make things clear to them?”
“You truly are naive,” laughed Su Mu in ridicule. “Why should I have to make things clear to those stupid people? Even if I did do something, what could they do to me? They would only be able to struggle boringly, completely unable to find evidence to use against me. Watching them fly into a rage, powerless, isn’t that more interesting? It’s quite laughable, don’t you think?”
An Xiangbei hadn’t recovered from his shock, and after hearing Su Mu talk, he was even more bewildered.
Su Mu grinned and got even closer to the edge of An Xiangbei’s ear, his lips brushing against his earlobe. In a low voice, he said, “I’ll tell you another secret…the blood that stains my hands isn’t just from one person alone.”
“Huh—”
An Xiangbei was startled. His face paled, and he trembled from head to toe. He wanted to escape from Su Mu, but…
But Su Mu didn’t let him go, blocking off An Xiangbei’s exit routes, pressing him against the wall once again.
Su Mu laughed coldly. “Scared of me? Didn’t you just say I was a good person? Truly naive…You’re just like him.”
Su Mu’s eyes were like a viper’s, unwaveringly fixed on An Xiangbei’s face. He sighed deeply. “The same foolishness, having been fooled by me and not knowing. Wouldn’t you say that’s foolish? At the time of his death, he probably naively thought he still understood me best.”
“Huff, huff, huff…”
An Xiangbei breathed heavily. His entire body shook, and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His eyes were brimming with fright and frustration. There was only Su Mu remaining in his eyes, like he had taken over everything.
“No…” An Xiangbei wanted to say something, forcing himself to speak, but he only got one word out. The rest of his words got stuck in his throat.
Su Mu suddenly lowered his head, stubbornly and roughly kissing An Xiangbei’s lips.
Shocked, An Xiangbei wanted to push Su Mu away, but to no avail. Su Mu was like a beast who had smelled blood. His entire body was strangely powerful, unable to let An Xiangbei refuse him.
An Xiangbei had been scared stiff. His complexion was deathly pale. Forcing his jaw shut, he bit down ferociously.
Su Mu felt pain, but he didn’t let go of An Xiangbei one bit. Instead, he increased the depth and force of their kiss.
“What’s that sound?”
Outside the washroom, Wen Nuan, who had just ran into Baili Wuchang, asked curiously. “Did you hear something inside?”
Wen Nuan had just come out, so there had only been An Xiangbei and Su Mu left in the washroom. Wen Nuan didn’t know what was going on in there, but he was still worried. Mr. Su was drunk after all, and he didn’t know if Senior An could handle him by himself.
“I should go in to check.”
Wen Nuan took a few steps, turning around to push open the washroom door again.
The big door swung open…
“Oh my god…”
Wen Nuan had just mentioned he’d heard a weird sound inside the washroom, but never did he imagine he would encounter such an electrifying spectacle.
Senior An was passionately making out with Mr. Su.
Wen Nuan almost closed his eyes and retreated out the door, but…
“Why does something feel off about the situation?”
Wen Nuan looked at them again. Something truly was off; rather than a mutual passionate make-out session, why did it seem one sided?
Because of Wen Nuan’s sudden appearance, Mr. Su had no choice but to let An Xiangbei go.
An Xiangbei was overwhelmed. He didn’t speak, his gaze frenetic, and tears started to steadily stream down his face.
“Senior An?” Wen Nuan supported An Xiangbei, asking worriedly, “Senior An, are you okay?”
Su Mu distantly laughed grimly. He rubbed his lower lip that had started bleeding after bleeding. He faced An Xiangbei and jeered, “What? Unhappy that I kissed you? But judging from your expression, don’t you like me? And now you’re acting like you have no feelings or desires towards me.”
“Mr. Su, please don’t overstep.” Wen Nuan didn’t want to listen any longer.
There was a saved photo of Su Mu kept in An Xiangbei’s wallet, and he seemed to have shown care towards An Xiangbei multiple times, so it was probably reasonable to say that he had special feelings towards Su Mu. However, even if Su Mu was the person An Xiangbei liked, speaking in this manner was still overstepping his bounds.
“Overstep?” Su Mu walked forward, pulling on An Xiangbei’s wrist. “This is called overstepping? If he only wants to sleep with me, I can satisfy him.”
Wen Nuan guarded An Xiangbei, unreservedly pushing away Su Mu’s hand.
Su Mu didn’t take Wen Nuan’s hostility personally. He gave Wen Nuan a thoughtful once-over, smiling as he said, “I just noticed. Your appearance also suits my tastes very much.”
Su Mu had just finished speaking. Wen Nuan and An Xiangbei had no time to react before they suddenly saw a black figure flash in front of them.
In an instant, Su Mu let out a muffled groan, falling down beside the sink. He clutched his chest but couldn’t get up, all of the arrogance from earlier gone in a moment.
Wen Nuan’s eyes widened. It took two blinks before he realized that there was someone else in the bathroom. Who else could it be besides Baili Wuchang?
Baili Wuchang had his back to Wen Nuan. Wen Nuan could only see his long, black, slightly messy hair, as well as his heaven-defying figure with wide shoulders and narrow hips.
Baili Wuchang slowly approached Su Mu. He squatted down unhurriedly, looking calmly at Su Mu who had fallen on the ground.
A muffled chuckle came from his throat. His pupils were scarlet, and he said in a low voice, “You may not know this, but I have long since found you an eyesore.”
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[Hell’s Weibo — Look at the hot celebrity news on Weibo]
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Hei Wuchang: Boss, recently there’s been an aged vinegar FMCG endorsement looking for you, should we answer?
Lord·Vinegar King·Baili: ……
I oughta knock out Su Mu too! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
Wow. Good thing the jelly king ran to the bathroom to break up a tryst…lmao! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣❤️
Pfft!!!
Omg your username 😂😂😂 special shoutout this chapter to you
It’s still cracking me up!!
Forcefully kissing someone is s3xual harassment, right? If no one hit that guy surnamed Su for that, I would’ve been pissed.
Tf is wrong with Su Mu bro
Poor senior An (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
LoL 😂