Every Day, I Want to Snatch Them Away from the White Moonlight - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Last time, I didn’t follow my dad’s “imperial edict” and didn’t return home immediately after graduation. Not only did I experience the grand feat of being carried naked all the way back in a five-star hotel, but I was also placed under house arrest by my dad for over a month.

My heart is filled with infinite regret. I had the room booked, the atmosphere was right, and the girl was already in bed.

I was just about to have a “spring night worth a thousand gold” and lingering tenderness; I had just stepped out of the bathroom when I was found by the henchmen of that old man—who looks reformed on the surface but is actually darker than anyone.

If I had known, I would have just been obedient and come back. It’s all to blame on my dad recently finding a “fox-spirit” seductress; I really didn’t want to come back and be an eyesore to anyone.

Sometimes I wonder why my dad is so sharp-eyed when it comes to picking out my faults, yet so unreliable when it comes to recognizing women.

The women he brings back get weirder one after another. My mom died early; just as my dad earned his first pot of gold, she went to join the Jade Emperor.

Leaving me and my dad to depend on each other. I think the two of us, father and son, did spend a long period of time depending on each other.

As “You Qian” (Old Man Money’s) business became more and more prosperous and his social engagements became more frequent, the relationship between us became more and more…

Hmm… how should I describe it? It’s hard to say! Yes, “hard to say” covers it…

In the beginning, my dad used to take two things everywhere: one was his bank card, which he treated like a precious baby, and the other was me.

Later, he slowly started hiring people to take care of me, and later still, we met less and less. The only way to contact him was by phone.

The content of the contact was: “Son, do you lack money?”

Me: “…”

“Son, tell me, how much do you want?”

Me: “…”

…

During my “Middle-Two” (Chunibyo/rebellious) phase, I also tried to use rebellious behavior to awaken the paternal love hidden deep within my dad’s heart, so I skipped classes every single day.

Then, during exams, I used several “zeros” to pay him back for his neglect of me.

So, when it was time to check the results, I knew that after the teacher notified the parents for a meeting, he would definitely give me a call.

That night, I sat at the table at home waiting for him to come back and discipline me, so that we two men could have a heart-to-heart talk.

Unexpectedly, he hadn’t returned even after I finished dinner. Just as I was thinking about how to upgrade my rebellious behavior, the phone rang.

Looking at the words “Stinky Old Man” on the mobile screen, the corners of my mouth immediately curled up wildly. Then, realizing I was being a bit too smug,

I deliberately suppressed the smile that I could hardly hold back and answered the phone.

“Dad…” Before my voice could fully land, as if it were still floating in the air,

My dad spoke: “Son, the teacher said again that you haven’t been to class for a month or two, and this time you ranked first in the whole grade from the bottom. He’s inviting me to tea…”

Actually, I was planning to pretend to be a nonchalant “problem child,” weakly saying a few words about not caring about the future or grades in exchange for a bit of his pity.

To my surprise, You Qian, that old man, changed his tune and spoke unhurriedly: “Tell me, son, how much does your teacher want this time?”

The various words I had prepared seemed so redundant and laughable when he said that one sentence.

It was as if my rebellion over the past month or two and my future didn’t matter to him at all; to him, the most important thing was money.

In his view, his love for me was linked to money; all problems that could be solved with money were not problems.

Mainly, his behavior just now didn’t just insult me, it also insulted the teachers in school who tirelessly use their hard work to teach the next generation.

Before my words “Take your money and get lost, as far as you can get” could come out, I already heard someone calling him on the other side.

“Boss Qian, come quickly, we’re just waiting for you…”

Then he quickly said to me: “Son, I’ve got things to do. Call my secretary. I’m busy first. It hasn’t been easy to earn money these last few years…”

“Easy” your mom. I already knew from other people’s mouths that my dad stays away from home all year round to enjoy the high life of “wine, women, and song.”

And yet he puts on a serious face for me, as if he’s out there doing some grand business.

Before I could say these thoughts out loud, the old man had already hung up the phone.

I stared at the latest model phone in my hand for ten seconds. During that time, I took three deep breaths; only then did I resist the urge to throw it directly onto the floor.

But from then on, I didn’t expect to return to that intimate relationship we had before.

I understood: he has his so-called career, and I have my so-called life.

From then on, the two of us would live lives where “he crosses his single-log bridge and I walk my sunny path,” not interfering with each other, just letting each other be well.

So they say there’s truth in “men turn bad once they have money.” At that time, my dad had just gained success, and a huge crowd of people was swarming him.

The people around him came and went from hotel maids at the beginning to teachers, nurses, and starlets later on…

Beautiful ones, enchanting ones, fox-like ones, pure ones he had them all.

This latest one is the one I find the most unreliable. Why unreliable?

He’s a fifty-year-old man who found a twenty-year-old girl, someone who is literally two years younger than me.

He has the nerve; I’m the one who feels embarrassed.

The main thing is, the first time I went home and saw her, the two of them were sitting in the house kissing.

My dad had played around for so many years, but he had never brought a woman home.

Of course, “keeping a golden house for a hidden mistress” outside didn’t count; I could ignore that.

From then on, that woman who was startled by my entry and hadn’t even lifted her head from his chest to see me — was labeled as a “fox-spirit” by me.

At that time, she was only eighteen, the age of a flower.

And she was just forcefully planted into my dad’s “pile of manure”…

So, I spent all those years squandering my dad’s money. Fortunately, money really does get things done. In my second year of high school, I met a pretty good teacher.

Then I was pulled back from the crooked path, attended various cram schools, and combined with a decent foundation from before, I gritted my through until high school graduation.

After that, I went abroad to get a “layer of gold” (a degree) and came back.

Just as I was planning to play for seven days and seven nights with my “fox and dog” friends, I was caught and brought back halfway through.

I really didn’t want to return to this home where I can’t feel a shred of warmth, and I really didn’t want to face that “little stepmom” who is two years younger than me.

And that little sister who is many years younger than me.

While I was at home regretting my past, for some reason, I kept remembering those beautiful eyes with amber-brown pupils.

The sensation of the skin on that face seemed to linger in my memory; that person’s skin was quite good, not quite like the “soft and boneless” feel of a woman, but finer than a man’s skin.

It felt quite good to the touch…

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but shake my head.

“F***…”

I’m a man with “the gear,” not lacking any parts; why am I thinking about a guy who also seemingly doesn’t lack any parts?

Is my brain short-circuited?

Or did Fish Leong give me the courage?

Just as I was thinking this, the phone rang.

Heaven knows how excited I was to hear the phone ring while staying at home, being so bored I was about to grow mold even to the point of fantasizing about a man.

Looking at the phone, I felt both happy and regretful.

Happy that I finally had a medium to contact the outside world; regretful because this was just brought to me by that “fox-spirit/enchanting” little stepmom.

I struggled for only a second at that time, truly only one second and then took it, because I wanted this phone too much.

I felt that if I were kept locked in the house any longer, I would go crazy.

So, the phone ringing to the current me was not just a phone; its rarity was like a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast placed before a beggar who had been starved for three days and three nights.

When I pressed the “accept” button, I could even feel my hand trembling, and then I immediately put it to my ear.

I didn’t even have time to see who was calling me. “Hello…” My tone was happy and joyful.

“You Quan.”

As soon as I heard that clear, spring-like beautiful voice, my spine went numb.

Holy cow, my dream girl, Su Xiaoxiao, was calling.

Her taking the initiative to call me once is as rare as a comet hitting the Earth.

Usually, it’s me shamelessly clinging to her side.

We were high school classmates. She happened to be the niece of the teacher who pulled me back to the right path. Thus, toward her, I don’t just feel love, but also a sliver of respect.

It’s just that I didn’t expect my first public, serious confession as You Quan would end just like that.

And then there was no “then”…

The two of us were in the same school from high school to university. Of course, when choosing a school to go abroad, I deliberately followed her choice.

I was still her knight, but I could never become her prince.

I would call her once every day, never ceasing. Even when I was out “partying” blindly after returning to the country, the first thing I did upon waking up was still call her.

It’s just that she was always like that toward me, treating me with that lukewarm attitude, as if I were forever dispensable.

However, having already made her my goddess, I didn’t care about this lack of response; I even felt it was an honor to be able to do something for her.

It’s just that it seemed she rarely needed me . To be precise, she almost never sought me out on her own initiative.

Because I was always the one eagerly considering everything for her, like the legendary “loyal dog.”

Of course, only toward her. In my heart, I was still that rebellious youth; after reading a bit of books, I looked like a human on the outside but was an utterly useless, “2B” (idiotic) youth on the inside.

Actually, I know Su Xiaoxiao looks down on me. Not because she has someone else in her heart, but because she and I are fundamentally not the same kind of people.

She is a top student, a cold campus goddess.

And me? I’m an academic failure, an incompetent youth wrapped in a shell of money.

Before I could finish savoring the joy of receiving her call and the bitterness of the gap between us, that beautiful voice came through again.

“Are you still there?”

I immediately snapped back to reality. “Still here, Xiaoxiao. What’s up?” My voice was as gentle as water; no one would believe that I could actually go to this extent for a woman.

In my heart, I despised my “simple” behavior before her ten thousand times, but there was no helping it. Isn’t a goddess a goddess because she is high above and out of reach?

“You Quan, I’m getting married…”