Cornered by the CEO Chapter 36: Choke on Her Vomit and Die

With the same fingers, he dripped the droplets on her skin and applied a small amount of the cleanser. He took a few moments to massage her face, the foam appearing. He was extremely careful that nothing entered her eye. Post that, he dipped his hand in the water, washing off the foam and took the hot towel, and pressed it over her face, removing all the soapy residue.

He checked with the press of his fingers and when satisfied turned to the employee with meaning.

She rushed back into the bathroom, not forgetting to take the bowl and hot towel, and emerged with another one.

“Sir, you can wipe her face once more.” He did so.

“Do you know what to use next?” he asked curiously. She looked over the products and nodded. She told him the order of the products but didn’t dare tell her the quantity to be used. “I’ll use the internet,” he said with a sigh.

He carefully pulled his phone out of his pocket without disturbing Yun Qian Meng’s head and searched online. Indeed, Venus had good marketing strategies. They even created skincare tutorials for every occasion. He followed the tutorial to the T.

When it was finally done, he looked over his hard work and smiled.

She had baby soft skin. Good.

For a couple of minutes, he wondered how he would put her head back on the bed and escape. He also needed to call a driver to get him home. He looked at the time and saw that he would have to go to the office in a couple of hours.

So would this woman. He looked down at her and sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought her out for a drink.

“Sir, should I ask the valet to park your car?” the female employee said, eyeing the two people on the bed.

‘Mr. Mo has been given the great honor of becoming the pillow. It would take a truly heartless man to wriggle out from under Miss Yun.’ She watched with bated breath as Mo Qingchen debated internally.

“Miss Yun seems to have drunk a lot. She rarely drinks at the hotel or comes back drunk. She might feel sick in the night,” she prompted helpfully. Mo Qingchen looked up at her and didn’t seem phased. But the employee could see that Mo Qingchen had considered this seriously.

“It won’t be good if she chokes on her vomit and dies,” he told her after a minute. “She’ll come back as a ghost and haunt me forever.”

And that was supposed to make all the sense.

“Then, I’ll go back to the lounge. Please call the reception if you need anything.” The employee gave a deep bow and speedily walked away. When she closed the door behind her, she clutched her chest and swiftly ran towards the elevator.

Before, she was scared that Mr. Mo would take advantage of Miss Yun. Now, she was scared that Miss Yun would wake up and kill her.

Better let them two sort it out amongst themselves. Tiny flies like her don’t need to be on the scene and get killed.

In the room, Mo Qingchen sat for fifteen minutes, his waist starting to ache from sitting in that situation. After hours of working, he really wanted to lay his head down and get some sleep. He looked at the bed longingly and wondered if he should take the risk.

When he looked down at her, he shook his head.

No, he wouldn’t take advantage of her, but knowing how bold Qian Meng was, wouldn’t she strip him in her drunkenness and take advantage of him?

When he thought about it more, he thought it was a good idea. Not that she would believe him to be an innocent flower. He was about to shift his body and lay down on the bed when Qian Meng rolled over and plopped down on the bed. Her face was planted against the mattress and her limbs splayed in an odd fashion.

Two more seconds later, she had rolled over again, this time, her hands trying to pull at her clothes and undoing them. Mo Qingchen’s eyes widened.

“Hey!” he protested. “I don’t want to be accused of being a scoundrel,” he hissed as he lunged at her and grabbed her hand to stop her. She acted like a worm, slithering around and bumping against him to free herself.

She opened her eyes slightly and took a look at him.

“Scoundrel,” she said under her breath before throwing him off.

Did her superpowers get unlocked when she was drunk? How was she so strong?

Mo Qingchen twitched as he saw her slide off the bed and then crawl on the floor until she could stand up. He sighed and stood up as well. But she waved her hands at him, asking him to sit down before swaying and moving towards the bathroom.

On her way, she fiddled with the skirt. She shimmied, losing balance often until leaving it discarded on the floor, a wrinkled mess.

Mo Qingchen palmed his face, wondering what she should do but didn’t dare to take his eyes off her. She was trudging towards the bathroom, slowly undoing the shirt she was wearing.

“Where are you going?” Mo Qingchen called.

“I need to pee,” she pouted, turning her head back to look over her shoulder. Mo Qingchen raised his brow, wondering how she would react when he told her how colorful she had been while drunk.