17 Let Go of My Mother

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Yangyang was no longer just an ignorant young girl. She understood how dangerous the world was after her experiences over the past few years. 

Mo Yangyang would check the windows and doors carefully after closing the restaurant every day. However, the locks were not necessarily enough to stop any thieves. 

She quickly hugged Latiao and kissed him on his confused face.

She shoved her phone into his hands and dragged the blanket over to cover him up.

No one would notice someone was under the bed without flipping the blanket over.

Mo Yangyang's heart was pounding as heavily as a drum. Her back was soaked with cold sweat in just a few seconds.

Mo Yangyang did not have a chance to grab something to defend herself. The door was knocked to the ground by a strong kick.

It was just a temporary door for the room, and far from sturdy. 

Mo Yangyang saw a black figure entering in the dark.

He seemed to be wearing a pair of black gloves, and was holding a knife.

He was like a ghost that suddenly showed up at midnight, preying on people who were alone.

Mo Yangyang's throat was dry. She was terrified, but she was extremely calm too.

She had to bring the person downstairs. She could not let him stay here. Otherwise, he might notice Latiao.

Mo Yangyang pinched herself in the leg. She was trying to calm her thoughts with the pain.

She said, "Sir, if it's money you are looking for, I can give it to you. The money is downstairs. I'll grab it for you. Please don't hurt me."

"Go get it."

Mo Yangyang said, "Sure..."

The man stepped aside. Mo Yangyang cautiously went past him and headed downstairs.

She turned on the lights and opened the desk under the cash registry.

She took two steps back to hide the vase behind her. She reached her hand back to grab it.

She said to the man in a black outfit, "Here is the money… you can take it all..."

The man briefly looked at the money briefly and demanded, "Is this all you have?"

"It's a small and old restaurant. As you can tell, we aren't earning a lot."

Mo Yangyang tried her best to stand still. Her disheveled hair was covering her shoulders. Her face was smooth and fair under the lights, even without makeup. Her loose sleepwear could not conceal her charm.

Mo Yangyang was a natural beauty. Many people were aware of how pretty the restaurant's manager was, even when she was not wearing any makeup.

The man's gaze on her became impudent and vulgar. Mo Yangyang could easily sense it. 

She clenched her teeth and said, "Sir, I've already called the cops. You've got the money. There's still time if you leave now..."

She was hoping to scare the man away. Unfortunately, her effort was in vain.

The man suddenly stepped forward, "Do you think you can trick me so easily?"

A vase suddenly smashed him in the head, following a loud crack. The vase broke into pieces. The man staggered a little.

Mo Yangyang turned and ran. However, the man caught her by her hair when she was just two steps away.

"You b**ch, you dare hurt me..."

The man dragged Mo Yangyang back by her hair. He grabbed her throat and threw her down on the table. He proceeded to tear off her clothes.

Mo Yangyang struggled fiercely, but it was useless.

She was having difficulty breathing, and was filled with despair. She was only hoping that Latiao did not come downstairs.

The man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left leg. He looked down and saw a little kid stabbing him with a compass.

Latiao glared at the man, "Let go of my mother!"

The man cursed, "Piss off, little prick!..."

The man kicked Latiao heavily. The little kid slammed heavily on the ground and cried out "Mother!" before falling unconscious.