Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Yao Gongyue fell asleep to Hong Jin's singing. She kept asking the man to sing her favorite Chinese songs, and before she knew it, she was asleep. She slept soundly all night, and when she woke up, the sun was shining brightly.

I picked up my phone and checked it; sure enough, it was off. I didn't even need to guess—he must have been on the phone all night until it automatically shut down.

That annoying guy, he even left a special cell phone number that can only be used to make and receive calls, nothing else.

After angrily finishing her washing up, she turned on her tablet to read the news. Before she could even boil the water, a news item caught her attention: J country and China were holding a military jungle warfare technology exchange meeting in Cardamom Mountain.

The girl in front of the dressing table remained in a daze for a long time, staring at the news content and repeatedly confirming that the exchange meeting had started the day before yesterday and would last for five days, meaning it would end the day after tomorrow.

Since it's an exchange between soldiers from two countries, there must be quite a few Chinese soldiers. I'm currently at the foot of Doukou Mountain, so as long as I can get out, finding Chinese soldiers shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking of this, she haphazardly squeezed some lotion onto her face and nestled into the sofa, lost in thought.

The key issue now is how to make Hong Jin give up and stop thinking about chasing after him after he escapes.

For some reason, I felt a little lost.

She wasn't made of stone; she knew in her heart that if she missed Hong Jin, there would never be another man in the world who could love and pamper her like that.

Hong Jin was her first man, and she would never forget him in her life. However, the gap between them was too great. He was domineering and forceful, and when he got angry, he didn't recognize anyone. He was such a scoundrel now, so what if he fell in love with another woman in the future? Wouldn't she be plunged into hell?

No, she absolutely couldn't gamble her entire life's happiness on a man's conscience. Hong Jin held a high position, and his life was so extraordinary that she couldn't even imagine it. So many women were eyeing him like wolves. She had to get away as soon as possible and just pretend it was all a dream.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and said, "Xiaobai, come in here for a moment!"

"I need to tidy up the walk-in closet. Have two people move everything out of there, make sure nothing is left behind."

After giving her instructions, Xiaobai went out to find someone. Yao Gongyue took out her tablet and found an app that Hong Jin had personally made for her. It contained all her clothes, shoes, jewelry, bags, cosmetics, and even underwear and socks.

She's a bit of a scatterbrain, wasting a lot of time every day looking for things and putting together outfits. If she can't find something or doesn't put together a good outfit, she'll pout and get angry. To cheer her up, Hong Jin designed an app that categorized her personal items by season, color, style, etc., and even coded them. Every day, she would lie in bed, open the tablet, put together an outfit, and then find the items by number, which was super fast.

Because of this, she became less grumpy when she woke up, and she held the man's face in her hands, praising him endlessly.

"Sigh!" She sighed heavily. "Oppa, you've known I'm heartless for a long time, right? You're used to it, aren't you? The sooner we die, the sooner we'll be free. If this keeps dragging on, you'll ruin me!"

Ever since she found out Ouyang Zhen was pregnant, she hadn't had a single day of peace of mind. That bastard Hong Jin never used protection and was just hoping she would get pregnant. If she hadn't been clever enough to secretly steal some saffron from the kitchen and hide it, she might have ended up like Ouyang Zhen.

No, how could I compare to Ouyang Zhen? She has an older brother who is willing to give money and even risk his life to save his sister. What does she have? She has nothing. Her family consists of two helpless little fairies, Da Jiao and Xiao Jiao, who are all alone and have never been able to help her. She is always the one being bullied and no one can protect her.

If she gets pregnant, given Hong Jin's temperament, he won't give himself any other option but to give birth. You can tell from his encouragement of Wu Meng that he won't budge an inch on the matter of the child.

But she's only twenty years old, still a child herself, her life just beginning. It's better to kill her than to keep her cooped up at home taking care of a little kid during the prime of her life.

The last trace of hesitation in Yao Gongyue's eyes dissipated. Hong Jin, I don't owe you anything, nothing at all. If I can escape this time and you don't chase after me, then I won't hate you anymore. Let's just wish each other well, living in parallel worlds, never to meet again. That would be best!

……

Meanwhile, Hong Jin, sitting in his office, felt a sudden, dull pain in his chest. The pain made him pale and covered in cold sweat. Hong Jie, who was beside him, noticed that something was wrong and asked in a deep voice, "Jin, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hong Jin pressed his chest, remained silent, and leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily. Hong Jie immediately called the doctor over, but after examining him, the doctor found nothing wrong with the young master and only told him to rest more and not to overwork himself.

Hong Jin sat on the sofa and it took him half an hour to recover. He smoked a cigarette, but his chest still felt stuffy and irritable, as if it were blocked with cotton.

"What's wrong? I've never seen you have chest pain before?" Hong Jie sat down opposite him, his brow furrowed.

"It's nothing! I probably just didn't get enough rest last night!" Hong Jin said in a hoarse voice.

"Did you have a fight with Yueyue?"

Upon hearing this, the man's fierce eyes flashed with a cold light as he glared at him, his gaze sharp as knives and swords.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I won't pry into your business, okay?" Hong Jie waved his hand with a sly smile, half-jokingly, "Is it really necessary? I was just asking one question, and I can't compete with you for it."

"It's not the thief you should fear, it's the one who's eyeing you." Hong Jin suppressed the rage in his eyes, closed them to calm himself, and said, "Ah Jie, be smart. You don't want your second uncle to die alone, do you?"

"Fine, Hong Jin, you win!" Hong Jie glared at him irritably, then left with his neck stiff.

The man with his eyes closed was completely unaffected by his cousin's emotions. He frowned, took out his phone, and turned on the manor's surveillance camera to see what Yuebao was doing.

My heart was pounding, and my breathing only calmed down when I saw her beautiful figure on the screen.

But why did she move all her things out? The man's breathing, which had just calmed down, became rapid again, and he hurriedly made a phone call.

The call connected quickly. "Hi~ Little brother!" The little fairy's long-lost sweet voice came through, as gentle as a spring breeze, warming the heart.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you see it all on the surveillance footage? Why are you still asking!" Yao Gongyue said in a coquettish tone, "I don't like those things anymore, and I want to make room for new ones."

"Okay! I'll have Dasen arrange for some of your favorite brands to come over and let you choose, or I can have a designer come over and customize it to your liking, is that alright?"

"Oppa~ How can you be so good? How can there be such a perfect man in the world, and I even met him..." The little thing said in a coquettish voice in the living room, making the maid who was working nearby blush.

Ever since returning from Myanmar, she had been holding a grudge. Today, she suddenly started to act coquettishly, and the man felt completely relaxed, as if all the pent-up anger in his heart had dissipated.

"Baby, don't be so clingy, or I'll fly back!" He rubbed his temples, squinting and chuckling.