The Protagonist’s Ill White Moonlight, He Will Die Soon

Su Xin was listening to his words, before he could even react, he saw the tall man that had been standing beside him take out a pocket knife from who knows where, he kneed down and cut the ropes binding his hands and feet.

He was really skilled at doing this...

Su Xin still held some fear, as soon as his hands and feet were freed he touched his still aching face and checked if there were any wounds. He tried to move his numb hands and legs and after checking he had no problems he stood up from the sofa with a grin.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Xin said: '' Even if they need a blood transfusion, there is no need for me to stay close to you all the time, if the relative you are talking about really has a problem you can call me then, I will definitely help...''

''No.'' Shen Shangqi interrupted him and said: ''Stop talking nonsense. I said you could make some requests, but we are not here to discuss the basics. If Mr. Su is clever enough, you should take advantage of the fact that I still have some patience left and quickly write down what you want.''

His voice was calm as if talking about ordinary things but the content of his words was abnormally domineering as if the politeness and modesty he showed before were all a facade he created, this was how he actually acted.

From his oppressive aura and expensive clothes Su Xin understood, he and the person he talked to before were completely different people. Just the fact that he could easily and calmly kidnap a grown person like him to a hotel, he understood that this person isn't someone a no one like himself can provoke.

After quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Su Xin finally raised his head after a long time. He looked at the low-key looking gem on his brooch, and said: ''Sure, If Mr. Shen is so insistent on his condition, I can accept them.''

''But apart from the 5 million we agreed onto, I need you to do me a favor, Mr. Shen.''

Hearing the way he called him, Shen Shangqi raised his eyebrows with a little surprise and he looked at the young man standing before him with scrutiny.

After a while, he nodded his head to the young man and said: ''Do go on.''

(If you are not reading on yaminatranslations.blogspot.com then it’s a stolen translation)

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The night was clear, the lamps on the road verge on both sides of the streets were emitting a weak light, casting a deep shadow on both sides where the light didn't reach.

In an apartment in the middle of the city.

Although Zhang Qin couldn't understand why the second young master, who hated people bargaining with him, actually seemed to care about this young man, he still followed the instructions given and settled him in one of the second young master's apartments in the city.

While doing so he observed the young man for a while and discovered that he looked similar to the first young master, to be more precise he looked like the younger version of the first young master. However, their attitude and mannerism were completely different.

This young man had pale skin but red lips, like budding twigs in spring, he held the youthfulness and vitality of his age, a face that everyone would like. It's not surprising that he is a celebrity. 

But first young master was different, perhaps because of what he went through and the things he was taught since childhood he was always stern, he would never express his feeling openly like this young man; if he has to be more precise, the first young master felt like the cedar on top of a snowy cliff, quiet and lonely, there was a heartbreaking fragility and endurance.

Could it be that since this young man coincidentally looked like the first young master, the second young master felt compassion toward him? Or else he had no other explanation as to why the second young master was in that state when they met.

Zhang Qin's mind was filled with a lot of uncontrollable thoughts, but he quickly stopped them. He just quietly hoped that this young man never had to be used, the most important thing was for their first young master to always be healthy and safe.

''Second young master, the contract has been signed and that small celebrity has been settled. Second young master, if first young master knew how much you worry and think about him, I'm sure he would be really happy.''

''...No, there is no need to tell him.'' In the passenger seat, Shen Shangqi's held a cigarette with his fingers, in the mids of the smoke you could see his eyes staring at his mobile phone placed on the shelf above the glove compartment, his stare so intense it could spark a fire and yet his phone was laying there dead silent.

''Then second young master, do you want to go home?''

After taking two deep breaths from the cigarette in his hand, he lowered the window to dissipate the smell. Shen Shangqi let out the smoke he had inhaled but in the middle of the night his handsome brows showed his conflicting feeling openly and it couldn't be dispersed, and gritted his teeth as if he was holding his breath.

After hearing Zhang Qin's words, he sneered and glanced at his watch, then said: ''Go back, why should I? it's just 11 o'clock, the life of a young adult is just about to start hehe... Whoever goes home this early is an idiot.''

(If you are not reading on yaminatranslations.blogspot.com then it’s a stolen translation)

Zhang Qin, who usually goes home on time when there is nothing to do: ''....''

Facing with this second young master, Zhang Qin felt it was difficult to adapt. Two years ago second young master was really hot-tempered, he could swear at any moment. But for the last two years staying by the first young master's side, not counting how he felt inside, at least on the surface he was polite when dealing with people and other affairs, he looked extremely well mannered.

Shen Shangqi put out the cigarette, coldly snorted, and said: ''Let's go, take me to the closest bar, today it doesn't matter who calls, it won't work.''

The last sentence was very random, call? who would call this late at night?