Chapter 7: Kidnapped at the Same Time as My Boyfriend’s White Moonlight

◎ Wen Tong, you really aren’t afraid to die ◎

Learning that Bai Yue was safe, Wen Tong let out a breath. “That’s good.”

Not finding Bai Yue was fine—running into Xie You was just as well.

After all, Xie You was the one the kidnappers were really after.

There were no lights here, only a thin, watery shaft of moonlight slanting in. It fell across Wen Tong’s face, drawing out the bloodless pallor of his cheeks.

His eyes were lowered, the shadows of each distinct lash trembling. To anyone watching, he looked thoroughly frightened out of his wits.

Xie You lifted a hand and wiped the dust from the tip of his chin, then brushed at the faint red mark on his cheek—almost faded now—as if to erase the traces of another person’s touch.

He was a little rough about it. Wen Tong couldn’t help tilting his head back to dodge his hand.

Xie You withdrew it and said slowly, “Tongtong, about the kidnappers making me choose earlier—”

“I actually said that on purpose.”

Wen Tong stilled slightly.

Xie You spoke in a voice that was half truth, half lie. “I had a sniper set up. You and Bai Yue were standing in different spots—it was easier for the sniper to cover you—so that’s why I chose Bai Yue.”

Wen Tong made a soft sound of acknowledgment and said quietly, “Don’t worry, Brother Xie. I didn’t read anything into it.”

“Even if you hadn’t set up a sniper and just picked Bai Yue, I wouldn’t have been angry.”

At that, Xie You pressed his lips tightly together and swallowed back the explanation he’d meant to give—that he’d picked to keep Wen Tong safe.

Wen Tong went on. “Besides, Bai Yue is your White Moonlight. I’ve got thick skin. Bai Yue is delicate and frag—frag—”

Remembering how Bai Yue had cut people down just now without blinking, the word “fragile” simply wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

Xie You didn’t mind his stammering. He fixed his gaze straight on Wen Tong’s eyes, not letting a single flicker of emotion slip past.

He really wasn’t angry.

There wasn’t even the slightest trace of unhappiness.

Xie You’s eyes went dark and cold.

A normal person, abandoned by a friend—whatever the reason—would surely carry some resentment.

Wen Tong wasn’t angry at him.

Was it because the one who’d made the choice was him?

Or because the one chosen to live was Bai Yue?

Xie You’s thin lips pressed into a straight line. His whole face was hidden in the darkness, grim enough to make your skin crawl.

His voice was still the gentle tone Wen Tong knew. “Let’s not talk about that.”

“There’s only one road out of the docks, and the place is crawling with the kidnappers’ men. Let’s get to the building up ahead and wait for rescue.”

“The sniper’s on the roof. That building’s safe for now.”

Wen Tong, still fixated on his mission, hesitated mid-step. He couldn’t think of a reasonable excuse to stay behind, so he had no choice but to follow Xie You.

The building stood some distance from the shipping container they’d been in.

Wen Tong trailed after Xie You, turning this way and that, and it took nearly ten minutes before they reached the six-story building.

Along the way they hadn’t run into a single kidnapper, nor heard a single gunshot.

The one lamp still burning at the docks had gone out at some point, and the whole harbor lay in pitch darkness. The blackness seemed to stretch into infinity, swallowing every light and sound along the way.

Once inside, turning on a light was even less of an option. Xie You locked the door and gestured for Wen Tong to head upstairs.

The building seemed unoccupied; dust lay thick on the floor, and Wen Tong nearly slipped on it climbing the stairs.

By the time he reached the second floor, his eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he could make out the furniture in vague shapes.

He thought for a moment, then deliberately took up a spot by the window—a relatively dangerous place.

Xie You walked over, glanced outside, saw no sign of Bai Yue, and drew the curtains. “These past two days, did Lu Fei do anything to you and Bai Yue?”

Lu Fei?

Wen Tong hadn’t heard the name before. He probed cautiously. “Lu Fei—is that the leader of the kidnappers?”

Xie You grunted in assent. “You don’t remember him?”

“Huh?” Wen Tong looked blank. “I know him?”

At that, Xie You’s lips curved. “Then I must be misremembering. I met him on the basketball court in high school. Maybe the two of you never crossed paths.”

Wen Tong nodded. He remembered that Xie You used to play ball after school almost every day in high school. Sometimes Wen Tong tagged along—when they were short a player, he’d jump in to make up the numbers; when they had enough, he’d play cheerleader, handing out towels and water.

Lu Fei…

He genuinely didn’t remember a person or a face like that.

He came back to himself and said to Xie You, “Lu Fei didn’t do anything to me. What I said on the phone—Lu Fei made me say it.”

“But yesterday, during the day, you clearly said the ten million was to protect Bai Yue, and even so he had the other kidnappers beat Bai Yue up. Bai Yue’s hand and ribs are broken.”

Xie You’s eyes flickered. “He’s never been a man of his word.”

In the darkness, the corners of his mouth lifted. He murmured with feigned regret, “I wonder how Bai Yue’s hand is doing.”

Wen Tong couldn’t see his expression and sighed. “I hope it’s nothing serious. It shouldn’t affect his future as a doctor.”

Xie You echoed, “Let’s hope.”

Wen Tong hesitated a moment, then asked curiously, “Brother Xie, how did you end up crossing this Lu Fei?”

“He seems to want you dead badly.”

Xie You said, “It’s a long story. It goes back to high school.”

Wen Tong asked, “Was he at our school too?”

“No,” Xie You paused, then continued, “he wasn’t from No. 2 High. He was from the private school next door. Sometimes I’d play basketball after school and run into him. After a few games we got familiar.”

Wen Tong asked, puzzled, “And then? How does playing ball together lead to—”

Xie You said, “In his first year of high school, he did something wrong. I didn’t cover for him, and he held a grudge from then on.”

“Later he got expelled, and I never ran into him again. I never imagined he’d hold a grudge all the way to now.”

Wen Tong was even more shocked. Something from freshman year—that was six years ago.

He asked, bewildered, “What exactly did Lu Fei do?”

Was it really worth all this?

Xie You spoke slowly. “He nearly killed someone.”

He wanted to kill people back in high school? Wen Tong’s eyes went wide. He wanted to press further, but suddenly a sound of shattering glass came from upstairs—like someone had broken in.

Xie You’s expression turned sharp. He immediately drew a gun from behind his back.

At the sight of the gun in his hand, Wen Tong’s eyelid twitched. The image of Bai Yue killing a man and seizing his gun flashed through his mind again, and the words tumbled out. “Where did you get a gun?”

Xie You lowered his voice to explain. “Hidden in the suitcase.”

“I knew Lu Fei would search us for sure.”

Wen Tong let out a breath, relieved—then, a second later, felt vaguely that something was off.

Where did Xie You get a gun to hide in the suitcase? Did the police give it to him? Did he even know how to use it?

Xie You kept his eyes fixed on the stairwell. He hadn’t brought a phone, so he couldn’t ask the sniper on the roof what was going on.

He said low to Wen Tong, “Hide in the bedroom. There’s a fire escape off the balcony. If anything goes wrong, run straight out.”

Wen Tong frowned. “I’m not running. I’ll go up with you.”

“In case you can’t beat him, at least I can—” be a human shield and take the bullet.

Xie You’s voice dropped, brooking no argument. “Tongtong. Into the room.”

Wen Tong couldn’t win against him, so he decided that once Xie You went up, he’d sneak up after him and take a bullet for him.

So, right in front of Xie You, he obediently went into the bedroom and shut the door.

Xie You released the safety and crept quietly toward the stairs. Confirming no one was there, he ascended silently.

No one on the third floor.

Nor the fourth.

Reaching the fifth, he spotted the shattered glass in the living room at the top of the stairs. Xie You narrowed his eyes, slowing his movements even more.

Suddenly, a flash of black fabric swept past overhead.

Xie You was about to fire when the person upstairs said quietly, “Boss, it’s me.”

It was the sniper.

Xie You frowned. “Did you see anyone?”

The sniper shook his head. “No.”

“I checked the sixth floor. Empty. Judging by the broken glass, the shot came from the building next door.”

Xie You’s expression changed. So they’d deliberately smashed this window…

A diversion to lure the tiger from the mountain.

…………

On the other side, Wen Tong waited at the bedroom door for a minute. Figuring Xie You had gone up by now, he opened the door and stepped out.

Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard faint movement from downstairs.

He paused. Had Xie You gone down instead of up?

He leaned over the railing and peered down. The lights were off, and it was too dark to see clearly.

Wen Tong tiptoed down the stairs. The instant his foot touched the tile of the first floor, a cold gun barrel pressed against the back of his head.

He heard Lu Fei’s icy voice. “Don’t move.”

Wen Tong’s heart lurched. He took two seconds to steady himself, and his mind started turning. The kidnapper had told him not to move—if he moved, wouldn’t the man have to shoot?

Wouldn’t that just complete his mission on the spot?

He drew a breath and, with the gun still at his head, turned around. He saw Lu Fei and two of his lackeys lurking in the shadows by the stairs.

Seeing him turn around so fearlessly, Lu Fei’s mouth twitched. In a fury he jabbed the muzzle hard at the center of Wen Tong’s brow. “I told you not to move—don’t you understand?”

Wen Tong stuck out his neck. “Then shoot.”

Lu Fei ground his back teeth and cursed under his breath.

Seeing this, one of the lackeys ventured, “Third Master, want me to shoot him?”

Lu Fei snapped, “Shoot your damn self!”

The next second, movement came from upstairs.

Lu Fei’s face darkened. He said in a low voice, “Quiet. He’s coming.”

Hearing this, Wen Tong lifted his chin and shouted quickly toward the stairs, “Don’t come down! There are three of them!”

Lu Fei: “…”

Furious, he raised a hand and clamped it hard over Wen Tong’s mouth, grinding out through his teeth, “Are you that damn in love with Xie the Second?”

“You don’t even care about your own life?!”

At the second sentence, Wen Tong nodded honestly.

He couldn’t figure out why—after all his reckless death-seeking, Lu Fei was still this angry and still wouldn’t shoot. What was wrong with this guy?

As they spoke, a shadow appeared at the top of the stairs.

Lu Fei and his men retreated to the doorway, angling themselves toward the stairwell.

His gun pressed to Wen Tong’s temple, he called toward the stairs, “Xie the Second, I see you.”

“Come out now, or I’ll kill Wen Tong.”

Wen Tong: “Mmff—” Don’t come out!

Lu Fei stared at the stairwell. “I’ll give you three seconds. Three… two…”

On the final second, a blurry figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

At that same instant, police sirens suddenly blared outside, cutting through the night sky.

Lu Fei’s expression shifted.

Green Face glanced outside and said hurriedly, “Third Master, the cops are in the docks.”

“No time.”

Lu Fei’s face was grim. He drew a deep breath. “We’re leaving.”

Wen Tong blinked. He wondered—would Lu Fei kill him before he left?

The next second, Lu Fei scooped him up around the waist and carried him straight out of the building.

Wen Tong: “???”

This posture clearly wasn’t meant to kill him—it was meant to take him away.

Wen Tong struggled with all his might, but Lu Fei’s arm was like cast iron, clamping around him, firm and unyielding.

So he could only shout at the top of his lungs, “Xie You, shoot!”

Hit Lu Fei, fine. Hit him, also fine.

Lu Fei paused mid-step and sneered. “You hate me that much?”

He turned, holding Wen Tong facing the building, and called out loudly, “Xie the Second, do you dare to shoot?”

No sound came from the building.

Wen Tong kept shouting, heedless. “Brother Xie, shoot! I’m not afraid! Not afraid to die!”

Lu Fei looked at the pitch-black building and gave a cold laugh.

Xie You didn’t dare to shoot. He was afraid of hurting Wen Tong—and even more afraid his men would go after Wen Tong.

He knew it. How could Xie You possibly set aside the treasure he’d watched over for all these years to go fall for some damn Bai Family young master?

What a fine performance, that whole act of worrying about Bai Yue.

An SUV sped over from the distance and stopped in front of them.

Green Face pulled open the door, keeping a close watch on the building with the other lackey to cover Lu Fei.

Lu Fei tossed Wen Tong into the car and ducked in after him.

The moment he got in, Wen Tong threw a punch at him.

Lu Fei dodged by tilting his head, raised a hand to block the fist, and smoothly caught it in his palm. From above, in a commanding posture, he stared down at Wen Tong.

Wen Tong’s features were exceptionally fine—each one, taken alone, was striking, and together they were even more captivating. His beauty wasn’t effeminate; it was the clean, luminous beauty of a youth.

He lay sprawled against the seat, his fair face flushed pink—whether from being smothered or from anger—his lips slightly parted, warm breath spilling out.

Lu Fei’s throat tightened. “Wen Tong, you really aren’t afraid to die.”

Wen Tong thought, obviously. He was dying to just die already.

After a moment’s thought, he deliberately provoked him. “I’m not afraid. Are you afraid to kill me?”

Lu Fei let out a derisive laugh, gazing at the slight upward tilt at the corner of Wen Tong’s eyes.

That provocative expression didn’t stir any anger—instead it stirred something else entirely.

Lu Fei had always done whatever he pleased, and right now he saw no reason to hold back.

He curled his lips and said, “More than killing you, there’s something else I’d rather do.”

Wen Tong froze.

The next moment, he felt his fist being squeezed—ambiguously—by Lu Fei.

His body went rigid. His face changed.

He’d forgotten this man was a pervert!

Sensing the stiffness in his body, Lu Fei rubbed the soft flesh on the back of his hand with his thumb and laughed. “So you’re not afraid to die—you’re afraid to get fucked.”

His tone was vicious, each word deliberate. “Then I’d better fuck you good.”