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

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Chapter 14

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

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Mo An’s misunderstanding of me was just too much. Do I look like someone who is desperately lacking in a man’s love?

With this face, this body, and the money in my pocket, there has never been a shortage of “birds and flowers” buzzing around me.

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But regarding Mo An, it truly wasn’t as he said. That look of contempt toward my feelings made anger surge into my heart.

I slapped away Mo An’s hand that was stroking my face. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know where to start.

Should I say I missed the taste of your body? Say that I simply love you? Say how many sleepless nights I endured when you left without saying goodbye?

I felt that whatever I said wouldn’t mean much.

Seeing Mo An gently rubbing his wrist, I realized I hadn’t controlled my strength just now.

Just as I was about to apologize, Mo An spoke.

“However, none of that matters. We are all adults; nobody lost out.”

I hadn’t had a proper chance to talk to Mo And the last few times I saw him, I had no idea he had this kind of personality.

It felt like every time he opened his mouth, it was something I didn’t want to hear.

“It only doesn’t matter to you. I said, “I like you.”

Mo An’s face turned cold. Although he hadn’t been very polite to me before, he was now surrounded by a thick aura of rejection.

“You should leave. You don’t belong here.”

I never expected that after my confession, Mo An would react this way telling me to leave without hesitation.

It was as if my dad’s instructions couldn’t outweigh this single sentence: “I like you.”

I grabbed Mo An’s hand and spoke nervously: “Why? Just because I like you, you want to drive me away?”

Mo An actually laughed as I made my cautious advance: “Young Master You, we are all adults. Don’t be so ‘unable to afford to play’ (sore loser). I don’t think you can work with me anymore.”

“Why can’t I? I’m willing to be with you.” I increased the pressure of my grip and spoke stubbornly. Since I had finally found him, I didn’t want to leave.

Mo An was left a bit speechless by my streak of obstinacy. He sighed: “Can you act like a grown-up? Be a bit more mature.”

I wouldn’t fall for Mo An’s reverse psychology. Even if my actions proved how childish I was in front of him, I simply refused to admit it.

“If your idea of maturity is making me leave you, then let me tell you, Mo An—no way.”

“I will never leave you.”

As I spoke, I felt a bit aggrieved. I slowly moved closer to him, leaning toward his neck, inhaling his scent.

Then, I declared like a vow: “And let me tell you, Mo An, you are my person today, and you will definitely be a person of the You family in the future. Just you wait.”

The big talk was out. Then I looked at his handsome face as he watched me calmly.

I felt more or less defeated. I racked my brain but couldn’t think of how to complete my “Great Pursuit of a Wife,” and I felt embarrassed under Mo An’s blunt gaze.

I quickly backed up two steps, turned around, and ran. In my extreme nervousness, I even tripped over a nearby trash can.

Turning back to see Mo An looking at me like I was a child who hadn’t grown up, I quickly cursed myself: “You idiot.”

I hurriedly set the trash can upright, turned, and gave a light shout toward Mo An.

“Just you wait for me to chase you!”

After saying that, I ran, not even having the courage to turn back and look at Mo An again.

…

In the days that followed, my life in the department he managed became increasingly difficult. It was as tough as it gets.

To get my future wife, I had to endure as much humiliation as necessary.

When I took out my phone and opened Meituan, I knew something was up the moment I heard “Young Master You.”

Sure enough, I heard Brother Wang say: “Young Master You, today Jingjing wants to eat that ‘internet-famous’ milk tea from the South Gate. They only do limited offline sales there, starting at 3:00 PM. They only sell 666 cups a day and close the shop once they’re sold out. They usually close around 4:00 PM. This, well…”

Okay, did the rest even need to be said?

He wanted me to go personally and make it a quick trip.

Wait, if you want to pursue the sales elite Lyu Jing, go buy it yourself! Why make me go?

In the future, when you’re doing “business” with your girlfriend, are you going to let me do that for you too?

The main issue was the South Gate. From my current location, that meant crossing the entire city. Fine, they wanted to mess with me, and they even f***ing added a time limit.

I raised my wrist to check the time; it was almost 3:30 PM. You f***er, why couldn’t you tell me earlier?

I suppressed the urge to smash the document box on my desk into his face, sat down, and seriously asked for the specific quantities.

You want to ostracize me? Want me to get lost? Want me to leave Mo An’s side? Hmph, no way.

In my heart, I put a big “X” over this Brother Wang who was using lust as an excuse to suck up to the leadership and find ways to torment me and Classmate Hao Lili, who was standing to the side smiling like a supervisor.

You’d better not fall into my hands later, or I won’t let the two of you die so easily.

Before I could speak, Brother Wang handed me an A4 sheet.

“Young Master You, I’ve already tallied the types and quantities for you in advance. Even the flavor preferences are noted. See how thoughtful I am?”

With an expression as if he really had planned everything for me, he made a “machine gun” fire in my heart. I wanted to gun down this “Old Wang next door” who looked honest but had a belly full of bad water.

I took the paper with displeasure and said through gritted teeth:

“Thank you, Bro… ther… Wang.”

Just as I was about to get up and leave, Old Wang spoke again.

“Young Master You…”

I couldn’t talk back, and I couldn’t punch him, so I covered my ears, not wanting to hear him speak.

I immediately said: “Everyone, I’m heading out to prepare the afternoon meal for you all. If there are any issues, please call me.”

Once I’m out of this door, if I pick up your calls, I’m a dog.

…

By the time I rushed and reached the legendary internet-famous milk tea place, it was nearly 4:00 PM.

There was a long line at the door. I felt lucky; at least they hadn’t closed yet.

Just as I was trying to think of a way to cut the line or pay someone to stand in line for me, the long queue suddenly dispersed.

I immediately looked at the door. A sign had been hung up: “Sold out for today. Please come back tomorrow.”

I almost cursed out loud.

I had rushed all the way here, running two or three red lights on the way.

A minute ago, I was still feeling quite good about myself, thinking I’d at least be able to buy this milk tea. I didn’t care if the others drank it or not.

When I saw that the first name on the tally sheet was “Manager Mo,” I didn’t feel so repulsed about running so far to buy this stuff.

But man proposes, God disposes. It was over just like that.

I pulled a guy next to me and asked: “Excuse me, how long did you wait in line?”

“About ten minutes.”

“And you’re just leaving like that?”

The person seemed to see my confusion and smiled: “Yeah, there’s no point in staying. They have a limited supply here. See that LED screen under the sign? As soon as the shop opens, the number starts counting down from 666. When it hits zero, they close. There’s no choice but to leave.”

I followed his hand and looked; there was indeed an LED counter.

I thanked him and stood at the door without leaving. Having come all this way, I wasn’t going to be satisfied without buying a few cups.

I stepped forward quickly, pulled a stack of cash out of my leather wallet, and slapped it onto the counter.

I said to the handsome guy behind the counter: “Handsome, give me some milk tea.”

The guy was stunned by my “nouveau riche” behavior for a moment, then shifted into a professional smile.

“I’m sorry, sir. Our shop operates on a limited-quantity basis. Once they’re sold out, that’s it. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

I weighed things in my mind. My behavior just now was indeed a bit too “arrogant wealth” and disrespectful.

It seemed I had to change my approach. I put the money away, leaned on the counter, and tried to make myself look as pitiful as possible.

“Handsome, please, have a heart. I’m buying this for a client. If I don’t bring this back today, my boss will likely fire me, and then I’ll be out of a job.”

I saw the handsome guy blink. Knowing this emotional play was working, I immediately doubled down.

“Brother.” Okay, let’s build a rapport to increase the success rate.

“You don’t know, I came from the countryside. I worked so hard to get into university and graduated to start an internship here. Everyone ostracizes me because I’m a country boy. They make me do all the dirty and tiring work printing, running errands, picking up deliveries. I just want to keep this job.”

the guy spoke hesitantly, “I’m sorry, our shop has rules…”

I reached across the counter and grabbed the guy’s hand, saying sincerely:

“Brother, help me out. This is my last chance to stay here. Otherwise, I won’t be able to pay my rent. I’m begging you.”

While I despised myself for lying through my teeth, I tried my best to control my facial expressions to make myself look even more pathetic.

Presumably feeling the helplessness of a fellow worker, the guy gritted his teeth and relented.

“Wait a moment. Our store manager happens to be in today. I’ll ask him to come out.”

I nodded immediately, wanting to hug and kiss him, and sighed in my heart: There really are a lot of good people left.

Before long, a very elegantly dressed man came out. A handsome face with a hint of a smile looked at me.

After a while, he spoke: “I heard from Xiao Du just now. You’re buying this for a client?”

Fortunately, my IQ was back online at this moment. I replied immediately:

“Yes, yes, yes. Our company is negotiating a big partnership today, and the client is extremely important. My boss told me to get lost if I couldn’t buy this.”

I believed I was speaking with total conviction. My tone and attitude were as sincere as they could be.

the man thought for a bit, then spoke.

“Fine. Give me the list, and I’ll have them prepare it.”

It was only then that I remembered the list Old Wang had given me. Just as I was about to take it out to give to them, I remembered something that seemed a bit too detailed…

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