Every Day, I Want to Snatch Them Away from the White Moonlight - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In the living room of the “King of Buildings” (the most prestigious villa) in a high-end residential area in Datong, Shanxi, two men in black were pinning down a man who was completely naked.

Not far away, sitting on a leather sofa, a handsome middle-aged man was fiddling with the tea set in front of him.

That middle-aged man very seriously poured himself a cup of the tea he had brewed and slowly brought it to his lips.

After drinking it, he asked the restless young man opposite him, “Still running?”

This scene looked very much like a scene of underworld discipline; however, I’m afraid everyone will be disappointed. It wasn’t. This was a scene of a coal boss refined on the surface but a rogue at heart disciplining his son.

A peak confrontation between a big rogue and a little rogue; of course, one look at the scene showed the little rogue had suffered a crushing defeat.

That’s right, I am that pathetic little rogue.

My name is You Quan, nicknamed “Have Power.” I just turned twenty-two this year, a recent university graduate, and the person opposite me is my old man.

His name is You Qian (Wealthy You), a famous coal boss here in Shanxi. Born into poverty, he caught a lucky break years ago and entered the coal mining business.

The tenacity and refusal to compromise in his bones, coupled with a brain that wasn’t too stupid, allowed him to go further and further on this path.

Later, after striking it rich, he opened a company. As the company grew larger, his rogue aura was hidden away.

Having spent a long time with a group of wealthy local bosses, influenced by what he saw and heard, his temperament has become much more restrained over the last two years.

At least on the exterior, he no longer looks unruly; he looks like a “Confucian businessman.” Of course, that’s just to fool outsiders.

If he weren’t truly ruthless, he wouldn’t have been able to stand out among those poorly educated coal bosses back in the day.

If he weren’t truly [ruthless], he wouldn’t have brought me home in this fashion right after I graduated.

I am truly innocent. I wasn’t trying to go anywhere.

Actually, because I had graduated, I just wanted to have some fun, so I invited a few good friends and went abroad.

After playing for only a few months, the old man at home was making “life-snatching” serial calls every day, telling me to come back and intern at the company.

The main thing was, he wouldn’t let me be the boss directly. You say you won’t give me the General Manager position, but you should at least give me a Deputy General Manager position, right?

Making me a General Manager’s Assistant I’d be so stifled.

As the dignified heir to the You Corporation, I was actually being made an assistant and told to “learn well” from others, otherwise, the old man would teach me a lesson.

Therefore, when I returned to the country, I didn’t go straight home.

I wandered outside every day. And so, on the National Day, a day of universal celebration, I had just made an appointment with a pleasing young lady at a club, preparing to say goodbye to my days as a “virgin chicken” (virgin).

I had just finished bathing and walked out of the bathroom. Before I could have anything happen with the graceful young lady, the hotel room door burst.

Looking at the two large men outside the door wearing black suits and white gloves, I knew instantly that this was definitely sent by my old rogue father.

Before I could do anything, those two stout, brawny men prepared to step forward, flank me, and lead me outside.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated; at a time like this, who cares about gentlemanly ethics?

Fortunately, the business the old rogue did in his early years wasn’t that clean, and there were always some disagreeable rivals who played dirty tricks.

My dad was afraid I’d be kidnapped, and then he would face a dilemma: whether he wanted the money or the person.

To avoid this situation, my dad hired many private tutors for me when I was eight years old.

He claimed it was to “strengthen my body,” but who was he kidding?

This was clearly to make me “a man who stands strong,” so when there’s danger, I can handle it myself…

I am also someone who sees the situation clearly; relying on others is worse than relying on oneself.

So I gritted my teeth and endured arduous training. Now, I have a bit of skill.

With a few moves, I neutralized their actions. At this moment, I couldn’t care less about the beauty on the bed who was screaming in shock.

Escape first, talk later. If I were really caught back by my dad, I would definitely have to live through dark, miserable days of working every day.

Who knew that, as luck would have it, one of them reached back and grabbed my bath towel.

In a moment of inattention, the towel around my waist was pulled off by the person behind me. If the situation hadn’t truly forbidden me from being flashy, I really wanted to turn around and bark at him: “Even though my physique is comparable to a bodybuilder, it’s not for just anyone to look at. As long as you’re not Miss Lin Chi-ling, I charge anyone who looks… now that I’m stark naked and seen by you, just pay up and be done with it…”

Thinking of this, I shuddered. Forget it. Those two men were thick-set and tiger-backed a far cry from Miss Lin Chi-ling. Even if I could take down one, what about the other?

In a flash, I made a decision: sacrifice the chariot to save the general (sacrifice the towel to save himself). I charged outside stark naked, using the fastest sprinting speed of my life. It wasn’t just about being chased; the main thing was “fleeing without a fight” in front of the girl I was dating, and having my last shred of decency torn away.

After this incident, how could I face the “elders of Jiangdong” (the people back home)????

In a moment, I ran to a corner and happened to encounter someone opening a door. Without thinking, I slammed on the brakes and rushed inside.

Enter, close the door, pin the man I ran into against the back of the door, propping one hand against the door panel and covering the other person’s mouth with the other hand.

Obviously, this series of actions caused the other party to struggle intensely. At that time, how could I care so much? I used both hands and feet to pin the person down.

Urgent footsteps came from outside the door. I knew it was the people sent by my dad coming over. At that time, my heartbeat was actually a bit abnormal. My face (reputation) was already completely lost; if I were hauled out stark naked, it would be truly embarrassing.

So I put my head close to the back of the door and pricked up my ears to monitor the movement in the hallway.

I heard someone outside say, “Where is Young Master You? How did he vanish after just turning a corner?”

After saying that, he curiously panted twice, then another person replied, “Quick, let’s catch up. We finally found him. If we don’t catch him, we won’t be able to report back to the boss.”

I held my breath, simply not wanting to be discovered. In my heart, I was silently hoping: Hurry up and leave, as soon as you leave, I’ll get out immediately.

I don’t know if God heard my prayer or what, but the two of them said a couple of words at the door and prepared to leave.

Then, a sudden pain came from the tiger’s mouth (the web between thumb and forefinger) of my right hand. I reflexively let go, no longer covering this homeowner’s mouth with my hand.

Then I heard the sound of a door being kicked. The commotion was too loud. Even though I was a bit shocked that I was actually bitten by someone at my age, it didn’t stop me from quickly stepping forward and pinning the person against the back of the door again.

Lifting my eyes, what entered my sight was a pair of amber eyes. The eyelashes were very long, and the gaze contained the irritation of being suppressed…

Just this pair of eyes made me judge that this was a very good-looking man. Compared to those two large men outside, this person was a celestial being.

People are always particularly tolerant toward beautiful things. I felt a bit apologetic for suddenly pushing my way in like this.

Seeing the indignant expression of the person beneath me, for some reason, I slowly leaned closer to his ear.

“Sorry, sorry for the intrusion. I’m not a bad person. I just came to hide. Could you help me out???”

Before the person beneath me could say anything, there was another knock on the door.

I moved my gaze away from those beautiful amber eyes. Then, through the peephole, I saw those two large men from just now standing at the door knocking.

In a panic, I almost took my hand off, then realizing my own movement, I immediately covered the person’s mouth again.

I didn’t think my nearly-piratical way of handling things would make the person beneath me happy.

Presumably, my sudden release just now encouraged him to want me to give up the restraint. The person beneath me actually began to struggle violently.

I had no choice. I had to increase the strength of my hands and feet.

I planned to apologize properly after I escaped this disaster.

Then, before I had time to do or say anything to the person beneath me, the voice of the person who spoke just now rang out from outside the door.

“Hello, may I ask if someone just came in?”

I felt that if I let go of the owner of this apartment now, the person who was just helpless beneath me would definitely sell me out immediately and without any guilt.

But if I didn’t let him answer, it would be even more suspicious; this “fairer-than-a-celestial-being” little brother had already kicked the door when I wasn’t paying attention.

So I weighed the options, then stared blankly at the man, adopting a “spoiled and cute” (coquettish) posture to beg this person to be “the bigger man” and help me get through this.

I felt the person beneath me struggle less, so I leaned close to him and whispered, “Brother, help me out. They’re my dad’s people. We aren’t bad people.”

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the person beneath me completely stop moving and then nod.

I didn’t think much of it. Boys are usually the type where “one spit is one nail” (his word is his bond).

Who knew that fate is always so unsatisfactory? I had only just tried to slowly take my hand away when his two hands immediately reached out and grabbed my two wrists. Then, before I could say anything.

This person already began to speak to the outside: “The person you are looking for is here. I’ll open the door for you right away.”

This person’s voice carried a bit of chilliness; it didn’t have that “spring breeze” kind of gentleness. Even though I knew my whereabouts were now facing exposure, it still didn’t stop me from thinking this person’s voice was pleasant and his appearance was good-looking.

If it were anyone else, I would even have the urge to pounce and fight to the death if we’re going to die, let’s die together, no one should have it easy.

There was no time for me to think so much. The people outside, having confirmed my whereabouts, were no longer knocking politely; they were straight-up ramming the door.

Looking at the person beneath me, whose mouth had red marks because of my not-so-gentle actions, paired with those beautiful eyes, I who originally wanted to curse a few harsh words actually couldn’t speak the words of blame.

Words like “Are you even a man?” or “Are you sick?” were all suppressed back into my stomach. Then, at that moment, under the emergency situation, I held it in for a long time and said, “Fine, you’re something else!!!”

He raised an eyebrow and leaned against me, with a slight hint of provocation. I felt aggrieved; unable to hit him and not wanting to scold him, I could only reach out to open the door, then grabbed him and quickly retreated a few steps.

The two men rushed in from outside. Because their speed was too fast, they ran forward a few steps due to inertia. I seized this time to rush outside, and while fleeing, I turned my head to look at him.

I saw him with his head lowered, tidying his clothes. At that time, without much thought, a sentence popped out of my mouth:

“Handsome guy, we’ll meet again if fate allows…”