Chapter 1048: Chapter 1048: I Want to Die in Her Arms At seven thirty in the evening, not only had Yin Mo not heard from He Chen, she couldn’t even locate his phone. Yin Mo was beyond frustrated, continuously trying to hack into He Chen’s location protection system using her computer. She almost forgot He Chen’s hacking skills were superior. She attempted to track his location without ghost tracking in the afternoon, and got caught… Meanwhile, He Chen was drinking away his gloom in an underground bar in the city of Parma. He stretched his arms along the arched sofa backrest, legs crossed on the coffee table, and leaned back slightly with his eyes closed. The entire bar was filled with ear-splitting waves of noise, while Ah Yong was beside him on a low stool, mixing drinks. He glanced at the seven or eight empty glasses in front of He Chen, pursed his lips and sighed. Brother Chen seemed to be in a bad mood, surrounded by a low-pressure atmosphere. Maybe at a time , a woman might calm him down? After hesitating, Ah Yong scooted over to He Chen with his stool and shouted, “Brother Chen, should I have someone bring Miss Yin over?” The word “bring” agitated He Chen. The last time those idiots brought Yin Mo to Parma, it led to his social death on the spot in the hospital garden. And they dare mention it now? He Chen slightly opened his eyes, glared at Ah Yong, and kicked him in the thigh, “Try and see if you want to die.” Ah Yong staggered and held onto the table corner, wryly pouting, “I was just worried about your mood.” He Chen squinted for a moment, subtly changing the subject, “Cut the crap, mix your drinks.” A few minutes later, He Chen’s mood had calmed down considerably. He fished out his phone, disabled airplane mode, and casually swiped the screen, quickly receiving several WeChat messages. He opened them and immediately saw the profile picture of a cartoon sun—it was Yin Mo. The message she sent consisted of only a few words: I figured it out. He Chen scrolled through the page, his thick eyebrows gradually knotting together. The message was sent after four o’clock in the afternoon, and in just half a day, she figured it out? He Chen swallowed, typing out a single word: Speak. Yin Mo saw his WeChat reply ten minutes later. That simple and efficient word exuded indifference. Yin Mo smirked slightly, directly dialing his number. One second later, the call was immediately hung up. He Chen sent another WeChat message: Talk here! The exclamation mark at the end carried a faint hint of dominance. Someone like Yin Mo, with her peculiar way of thinking—it seems difficult to expect straightforward answers from her. He Chen knew this, which is why her reply didn’t surprise him one bit, not in the least! Yin Mo: Is it inconvenient for you to take a call? He Chen stared at the screen endlessly, speechless, feeling not just helpless but a hint of defeat. Why did he fall for such an idiot?! Meanwhile, Yin Mo, seeing He Chen’s delayed reply, didn’t panic. Instead, she opened the ghost tracking system, sneakily beginning to check his location. Three minutes later, the location showed an underground bar in the middle of Parma. Yin Mo quickly took a screenshot, got up, grabbed a car key at the entrance, and headed out. Regardless of whether it was convenient for him or not, she was determined to find him. What she heard at the hospital in the morning weighed heavily on her mind. She always thought that He Chen, the favored child of heaven, must have come from a good family background, a genteel gentleman. Were it not for Qi Zai, she would never have imagined that He Chen’s past was more tragic and helpless than hers. Even the woman he loved openly scorned his background, disparaging his past. Yin Mo clutched the car key, inadvertently furrowing her brows, bothered by the fact that He Chen had truly loved someone. Unlike those female companions, he had genuinely loved someone at least once. But… his taste was also quite questionable. Updates are released by novel•fire.net In the underground bar, He Chen sent three WeChat messages, still no reply from that woman. His brow furrowed with irritation, he kicked the coffee table, picked up the strong drink Ah Yong had mixed, and downed three glasses. The fiery liquor burned down into his throat, tinting his eyes red. He Chen supported his elbows on his knees, lowering his head slightly, emotions crashing turbulently within his chest. He loathed his attitude towards relationships. Once he took them seriously, he became unrecognizable. All these years, guarding his heart while drifting among flowers, yet ultimately falling for Yin Mo. But the answer she gave seemed to once again contradict his expectations. He Chen mulled over it all— from the absurd thing he did to Yin Mo when they first met, to the ridicule he gave her later, his interest grew over time, intensifying to the point where he couldn’t let go. If Yin Mo had decided to reject him, it seemed… reasonable. He Chen closed his eyes. It wasn’t a big deal after all, just timely damage control, at least he wouldn’t need to kneel and plead. Thoughts aside, slightly tipsy from the alcohol, He Chen nudged Ah Yong with the tip of his shoe, “Got a question for you.” Ah Yong eagerly leaned in, “Brother Chen, go ahead!” He Chen interlaced his fingers, tilted his head, and glanced at Ah Yong, bluntly asking, “If a woman disregards your will and takes you, do you hate her?” Ah Yong adjusted his belt, beaming with delight, “Hate? Hell no, where can I find such a good thing?” He Chen was expressionless, “…” He felt like a complete idiot! “Brother Chen, who took you?” Ah Yong’s gossiping spirit flared up, “Damn, don’t tell me it was Miss Yin? She seems so quiet, I can’t believe she could…” He Chen smacked the back of Ah Yong’s head, motioning him to get lost. Ultimately, he didn’t call Yin Mo. Her silence seemed to convey her stance. He Chen crookedly lifted his lips, sneering coldly. Meanwhile, a robust Plunderer SUV drove into the bar’s parking lot. Yin Mo had driven it there. She had randomly grabbed a car key from the entrance cabinet, only to find out in the back garden that it belonged to the robust SUV. Eager to find He Chen, Yin Mo didn’t bother going back to change cars, just drove straight out. At that moment, beside the dark path of the parking lot, a few shadows could be seen looming. In places like underground bars, even if it wasn’t fully dark, revelers weren’t hard to find. Yin Mo opened the car door, jumped out of the driver’s seat, and a gust of wind blew at her waist-length wavy hair. Her allure sometimes was beyond words, as she immediately caught the attention of numerous covetous eyes the moment she got out of the car. A stunning woman and a robust SUV; she didn’t have to do anything, just standing there was enough to get the blood pumping. Ignoring the curious or amazed gazes around her, Yin Mo locked the car and walked straight into the bar’s entrance. “That body… I’m dying to get on it.” “What’s her story? Parma still has such beauties? Prettier than a beauty pageant winner.” A group of bar-goers, all full of themselves, intended to follow her in for a chance. However, luck didn’t seem to be on Yin Mo’s side as she walked straight into someone right by the entrance.