Chapter 15 : Brother Chen Mo, Teach Me How to Curse

This week, Chen Mo has been picking up Song Zhiyi every day.

His punctuality was so on point that the brothers in the precinct were a bit taken aback.

“Captain Chen has been so punctual lately,” Sun Yang said as he drank some water, watching the man in the changing room take off his police uniform.

“Captain Chen used to be on duty most of the time these past few months. He’s just an ordinary person too. What’s wrong with wanting to go home and rest early?” Officer A said while stroking his chin.

“Exactly, the last time Captain went to the neighboring city to catch two criminals, he didn’t even take a day off!” Officer B chimed in.

“Wait… do you really think Captain Chen is just an ordinary person?”

Officers: “…”

They certainly didn’t think so!

Top of the department in physical training, unbeatable in martial arts and combat.

The pride of the precinct!

“People like Captain Chen who love their work are really rare,” Sun Yang said, sipping water and smacking his lips.

“Why are you all gathered here?”

Chen Mo came out after changing, seeing a few officers, led by Sun Yang, leaning by the window, watching him like they were watching monkeys.

“No… Captain, you’re off work so early?” Sun Yang asked curiously. “You’ve been leaving on time these past few days. Is something going on at home?”

“No,” Chen Mo replied.

“Then…” Sun Yang couldn’t understand.

“Leaving,” Chen Mo said, and walked away.

“Okay…”

The captain was still as cold as ever.

“Maybe the captain is in a relationship,” Officer B whispered.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Sun Yang pointed at Chen Mo’s back. “A guy like him, a tough straight man, has a girlfriend? Do you forget what happened with that girl last year?”

It wasn’t that Sun Yang wanted to take jabs at him; the captain’s persona was just like that!

Last year, he saved a young girl from suicide by the river. The girl wanted to add him on WeChat to thank him, hoping for a romantic encounter.

Chen Mo, expressionless, firmly rejected her request, saying:

“I won’t date a girl who easily gives up on her own life. If you can’t even take responsibility for your own life, what can I expect you to be responsible for?”

That really crushed the girl’s spirit.

If her family hadn’t held her back, she might’ve jumped into the river again.

What Chen Mo said was harsh, although not wrong. But the girl didn’t want that—she’d been scammed by her ex-boyfriend for fifty thousand yuan and almost sold to the border.

Even if he had lied to her, couldn’t he have been kinder?

But that’s Chen Mo—straight as an arrow!

“Ugh…” Officer B recalled, “What you said… actually, you’re right.”

Sorry, but it’s hard to imagine a tough guy flirting.

…

Because of the ongoing public interest in the dismemberment case of the female university student, Song Zhiyi was assigned by Su Hong to go to B University tomorrow for an interview with the victim’s classmates, aiming to gather more material for a news article.

Song Zhiyi was organizing the questions she would ask tomorrow.

She sat on the sofa, hugging her laptop and typing, while Chen Mo sat beside her, listening to an audio recording.

“I told you, I was at the bar on Northwest Street that whole day drinking, the bar owner can vouch for me!” A carefree male voice came from the computer.

From the sound, he seemed to be about 20 years old.

“You’re the victim’s ex-boyfriend, don’t you have any feelings about her death?”

“Officer, let me correct you. I’m her ex-ex-boyfriend!”

“Alright, ex-ex-boyfriend.”

“We only dated for two weeks before breaking up. Two weeks, how deep do you expect my feelings to be?” After a pause, he added, “She liked to play around, cheated, and maybe it was a love murder… It’s not impossible, since she was so beautiful.”

“Does being beautiful make her guilty?”

“….”

The audio ended there.

Song Zhiyi furrowed her brows tightly. The things this guy said were too much!

He made a point of emphasizing that he was the victim’s ex-ex-boyfriend, trying to distance himself from her. He also implied that her beauty and chaotic private life might have led to her death.

Even if he wasn’t the killer, he shouldn’t have said such things.

“Is he… Chi Lin?” she suddenly remembered that Chen Mo had mentioned the victim’s ex-ex-boyfriend was also a suspect.

“Yes.”

“He’s so disgusting.”

There’s so much hate online toward girls, and he says things like that. Didn’t he have a mother?

“Yes, disgusting,” Chen Mo agreed. The casual tone in the voice made it seem like it was none of his business. “But he does have an alibi; the bar’s surveillance shows he was there.”

“Then, has he been ruled out?”

“Not yet, we can’t rule out the possibility of him hiring someone to kill her.”

For rich second-generation heirs like him, he might not dare to kill directly, but he certainly has the money.

There’s nothing that money can’t solve.

And if there is, it’s because the money wasn’t enough.

“….”

The more Song Zhiyi thought about it, the angrier she got, but she didn’t know how to curse.

“Brother Chen Mo, teach me how to curse,” she said, feeling that it wasn’t satisfying unless she gave Chi Lin’s ancestors a proper greeting, but she didn’t know how to.

Chen Mo: “???”

Did she just say that?

The little one wanted to learn how to curse?

“Why?”

“Well… there are a lot of people online with messed-up views, and they deserve to be cursed, like Chi Lin.”

“….”

“Brother Chen Mo?” Seeing that he didn’t respond, Song Zhiyi thought he was thinking of a curse word and quickly adjusted her laptop on her lap. “Go ahead, I’ll write it down.”

Chen Mo: “….”

Damn, she’s so cute!

She’s even writing it down in her little notebook.

“Don’t learn this,” he muttered. She’s much better when she’s this obedient and sweet.

“But you used to…” used to curse a lot.

“I don’t anymore.”

At least, in front of Song Zhiyi, Chen Mo had never cursed.

Song Zhiyi was silent for a moment, then insisted, “Teach me.”

“Aren’t you good at cursing? You called me a dog last time,” he said, referring to the time when he made her stand in a military posture on her birthday, and she had angrily called him that.

“…”

That was the worst insult she had ever said!

Chen Mo closed the notebook in front of her. “Go to sleep. Don’t you have an interview at B University tomorrow?”

Song Zhiyi puffed up her cheeks.

Hmph, he just doesn’t want to teach her!

“But you used to…” curse all the time.

“I’m not doing that now.”

At least, Chen Mo had never cursed in front of Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi remained silent for a moment before insisting, “Teach me.”

“Aren’t you already good at cursing? Last time, you even called me a dog.” That was on her birthday when he punished her by making her stand in military posture. The little girl had angrily called him that.

“…”

That was already the harshest thing she’d ever said!

Chen Mo closed the notebook in front of her. “Go to sleep. Don’t you have an interview at B University tomorrow?”

Song Zhiyi puffed up her cheeks. Hmph, he just doesn’t want to teach me!

The next morning, Song Zhiyi arrived at the B University campus bright and early, even bringing her student ID for easier access to classrooms and the girls’ dormitories.

She gathered information from classmates during the break and then waited for Meng Yu at the cafeteria after her class.

“Zhiyi!” Meng Yu, wearing a white lab coat, ran over. “I just finished anatomy class. That professor loves to drag on, but thankfully you saved me a seat! I was so worried I wouldn’t get to eat.”

“You just finished anatomy?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you wash your hands?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t eat with hands that touched cadavers.”

“…You didn’t use to.”

Song Zhiyi looked disgusted. When Meng Yu first started anatomy class, she’d throw up after every session. For an entire year in sophomore year, she couldn’t eat meat. But once she got used to it, she became reckless—even eating boxed lunches in the dissection lab when busy.

“Hehe.”

Meng Yu sat across from Song Zhiyi with her meal. “How’s the interview going? Smooth?”

“Not bad. The dance department students were cooperative.”

“That’s good.” Meng Yu pulled out her phone to scroll through the news. “There are so many bizarre takes online about victim-blaming. Some guys saying it is bad enough, but even some girls are spewing that garbage.”

“Mm…” Song Zhiyi had seen similar comments on her published news article. Replying only made those people double down.

“Meng Yu, you’re good at cursing, right? Teach me a few phrases.”

“Pfft—cough cough!”

Meng Yu choked on her drink, rubbing her ear. “What did you say?”

Did she hear wrong just now?

“…You heard me.”

Her reaction was almost the same as Chen Mo’s.

“I said, teach me how to curse.”

“You…” Meng Yu gave her a once-over. “Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

After all, Chen Mo wouldn’t teach her.

“Well, cursing is sometimes impulsive, so let’s start with the basics: Screw your mom!“

“Okay.” Song Zhiyi nodded and tried. “Screw your… your… mom…”

Meng Yu: covers face.jpg

She couldn’t bear to look.

Four words, yet she stuttered for ages, blushing bright red before she even finished.

“Just eat.” Meng Yu placed a piece of braised fish from her plate onto Song Zhiyi’s. “Here, eat more fish. Maybe it’ll help you develop sharper wit.”

“?” Song Zhiyi stared at the fish in confusion.

“You’re not cut out for this. Let it go.”

Besides, if she actually turned her best friend into a walking dictionary of curses, Chen Mo might lock her up for life.

“…”

“Do you want to go back to the dorm for a nap? My bed is free.” Meng Yu figured she could sneak in some relaxation while Song Zhiyi was around for interviews.

“The editor only gave me the morning. I have to head back in the afternoon to organize materials.”

“Ugh, fine.”

While they were eating, a group of boys smoking cigarettes walked into the cafeteria.

“Chih Shao, you were questioned by the police the other day? Everything okay?”

“What could happen to me?” Chi Lin exhaled a smoke ring lazily.

“True, in Border Town, nobody dares mess with you.” His lackeys immediately started flattering him.

Chi Lin scanned the cafeteria, and his gaze landed on a familiar figure.

Hmm?

It was the pretty girl he’d seen last week. So…

She’s a B University student too.

“Miss, can I sit here?” Chi Lin asked, standing next to Song Zhiyi.

Hearing the familiar insolent voice, Song Zhiyi turned to see Chi Lin, cigarette in mouth, smirking at her.

“No.” Song Zhiyi refused.

“Your voice is so sweet,” he said, soft and sultry, perfect for moaning in bed.

The first time was a fleeting encounter, but seeing her again?

This must be fate.

“Meng Yu, are you done eating? Let’s go.” Song Zhiyi addressed Meng Yu.

“Ah… oh, okay.”

Meng Yu glanced at Chi Lin. He was exactly the type of spoiled rich second-generation heir that disgusted her.

Chi Lin reached out to grab her. Her slender, fair hand felt so smooth and soft that he momentarily savored the sensation.

What a perfect hand!

“Hey, don’t touch her!” Meng Yu swatted his hand away immediately.

Chi Lin rubbed his hand, his gaze fiery as he watched Song Zhiyi’s retreating figure.

“Chih Shao!” One of his lackeys rushed over. “That b*tch dared to hit you. Should we grab them and chop off their hands?”

“Are you stupid?” Chi Lin withdrew his gaze and glanced at him. “Three minutes. I want her information.”

Lackey: “…”

This sudden CEO-like line is way too lethal.