Chapter 36 – Sweetheart from the Sky: The Gentle CEO’s Sweet Kiss (36)
Ji Jian was struck in his most vulnerable spot. The pain was so excruciating that it felt as if he were about to split apart, leaving him unable to straighten his body.
Seeing that the door was still open, the young man grabbed the documents he had found while searching the office and bolted. However, the man on the ground reacted with alarming speed. Just as Bai Mo was about to pass him, Ji Jian reached out and grabbed his ankle. Bai Mo stumbled, causing the file folder to slip from his grasp and fly out the door. In the process, he crashed headfirst into the sofa’s armrest.
“Mo Mo!” Xiao Bobao cried out in alarm. It frantically rummaged through its inventory, pulling out a can of self-defense spray and unleashing a furious burst straight into Ji Jian’s face. “Who do you think you are, trying to lay a hand on my Mo Mo?!”
A sharp, agonized scream echoed through the building. Downstairs, the men in black who had been preparing the drugs sensed that something was wrong. They exchanged wary glances before grabbing their weapons and rushing toward the source of the disturbance.
For Bai Mo, fighting in human form was far less effective than in his snow ferret form. Naturally, his combat prowess was significantly reduced. Ji Jian, after all, was a strong and physically capable man—and an enraged one at that.
By the time Bai Mo managed to break free from him, the sound of hurried footsteps was already pounding toward the office.
Bai Mo frowned, muttered a single word—”Troublesome“—then picked up the fallen file folder and handed it to Xiao Bobao for safekeeping. Stretching his limbs, he prepared to face the oncoming fight.
At the Main Entrance
The security guards stationed at the front gate heard the sharp screech of brakes. Holding up the photo they had been given, they switched on their flashlights, illuminating the approaching figure. The man’s appearance was an exact match to the one in Ji Jian’s photo.
“You’re He Yuchi, right? Come with us,” one of the guards said gruffly. Following Ji Jian’s orders, their attitude toward He Yuchi was anything but polite.
The man standing before them exuded an oppressive aura, his stormy gaze filled with violent intent. The two security guards had no idea what kind of disaster they were about to walk into as they led He Yuchi toward the office, following Ji Jian’s instructions.
The cold night wind, carrying a faint trace of moisture, brushed against He Yuchi’s face. He clenched his fists tightly and silently followed behind them. The closer they got to their destination, the more distinct an unsettling, sickly-sweet sound became, growing clearer with every step.
At the slightly ajar office door, overlapping shadows flickered, indicating that there was more than one person inside. A man’s wailing cries echoed through the room. At that moment, He Yuchi finally lost control—he swung his fist, knocking out the security guard, and forcefully pushed open the door.
The sight before him was unspeakably depraved. Several burly men were entangled in a chaotic mess. The person at the bottom was partially obscured, their face hidden, but from the exposed skin, it was clear that this had been going on for quite some time.
Just then, Ji Jian, his face twisted in ecstasy, uttered the last name He Yuchi wanted to hear:
“Bai Mo, as long as you behave, the benefits of following me far outweigh anything He Yuchi can offer you…”
As laughter rippled through the men, He Yuchi’s eyes burned red with fury. Without hesitation, he swung his fists, pummeling the men. When he finally pushed through the crowd and caught sight of the person at the bottom, his rage was momentarily replaced with stunned disbelief.
A memory surfaced—Bai Mo’s clear, determined voice rang in his mind: “I’m not someone who gets bullied. No one can bully me.”
He Yuchi’s expression shifted. “My apologies for the interruption.”
Realizing it wasn’t Bai Mo, the violent storm within him subsided slightly. As long as Mo Mo was safe, nothing else mattered.
The person trapped at the bottom of the pile wasn’t Bai Mo, as Ji Jian had planned—it was Bai Mo’s father, who should have been detained in the neighboring room.
Bai Mo, using his agility, had managed to evade every attack from the black-clad men. Not only that, but he had cleverly turned their own drug against them. When he attempted to rescue an innocent driver who had been locked up next door, Bai Mo’s own parents betrayed him. Instead of cooperating, they willingly acted as Ji Jian’s lapdogs, attempting to capture Bai Mo and force him back into the office.
Before leaving, Madam Dan had struck a deal with them—if they helped subdue Bai Mo, they would be able to escape unharmed and even receive a large sum of money.
The Bai couple lived by a simple rule: Only fools turn down easy money. Without hesitation, they agreed. The moment Bai Mo approached to untie the captive drivers, his parents ambushed him—one grabbing his left arm, the other his right.
But they had underestimated their son.
With a swift, fluid maneuver—the Snow Ferret Escape Technique—Bai Mo slipped free.
In the end, he flipped Bai’s father straight into the office, leaving him to suffer the consequences. The black-clad men, under the influence of their own drug, had turned the room into an uncontrollable disaster. And as for Bai Mo’s mother?
She had been knocked unconscious in the corner by the same frenzied men. No one even spared her a glance.
The drivers wanted to escape, but the front entrance was guarded by security, and there was no telling how many more bodyguards lurked in the shadows. Fear held them back—they would rather hide somewhere safe than risk being caught.
Their phones had been confiscated when they were first detained, leaving them with no way to call for help. In the end, it was Bai Mo who came up with a solution. He led them to a storage room, following Xiao Bobao’s calculations—this dusty, forgotten space was unlikely to be visited by anyone.
As long as the two drivers stayed put and didn’t wander around, no one would discover them before Ji Jian and Bai’s father were done.
Wanting to gather more evidence against Ji Jian, Bai Mo left the drivers in hiding and made his way to the records room on the top floor. Ji Jian had committed so many crimes, even colluding with human traffickers—there had to be more incriminating evidence hidden there.
The records room was massive, and both Xiao Bobao and Bai Mo struggled to search through the files. In the process, they completely forgot to message He Yuchi and let him know they were safe.
Meanwhile, the security guard that He Yuchi had knocked out managed to hit the alarm button. Red warning lights flashed throughout the building as the bodyguards and enforcers went on high alert. They quickly located He Yuchi in the fourth-floor hallway while he was searching for Bai Mo.
“Breaking in here alone? I’ll admit, that takes guts.”
“But your luck runs out here.”
The enforcers were confident in their abilities. To them, He Yuchi was just a pretty boy, easy to take down.
However, their overconfidence proved to be their downfall.
They had overestimated themselves and underestimated He Yuchi.
With swift, precise movements—spinning, kicking, and striking with the edge of his hand—he fought with the efficiency of a trained expert. His skill was nothing like the harmless appearance he projected. Realizing their mistake, the enforcers stopped underestimating him and shifted their tactics from one-on-one combat to overwhelming him with sheer numbers, using a rotation strategy to wear him down.
The leader of the enforcers kept track of the time, estimating how long it would take for He Yuchi to collapse. However, to his shock, He Yuchi lasted far longer than expected. His men were dropping one by one, sprawled at the fighter’s feet like beaten dogs.
That didn’t mean He Yuchi was unscathed. No matter how skilled he was, he was still human—wounded, blood trickling from his swollen lips, his vision burning red with exhaustion. Sweat dripped down his body, tracing the contours of his skin before splashing onto the concrete floor.
Back in the records room, Xiao Bobao took a moment to stretch his tired eyes. Out of habit, he switched to the male lead’s perspective to check on him. One glance, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He Yuchi was surrounded by trained enforcers, his strength nearly depleted.
“Mo Mo! Your man is in trouble!” Xiao Bobao hurriedly projected the scene before Bai Mo’s eyes.
On the screen, He Yuchi’s lips moved soundlessly. Bai Mo recognized the shape of the words—Mo Mo.
His dear boyfriend was looking for him. Bai Mo was He Yuchi’s greatest source of strength, the reason he had held on for so long.
“B*stards! Who said you could lay a hand on my man?!”
With a stormy expression, Bai Mo tossed aside the folder in his hands. As he strode toward the exit, he rolled up his sleeves in preparation.
“That’s right, Mo Mo! Get them! Scratch their faces!” Xiao Bobao cheered, raising an imaginary fist in support.