Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

The man sitting on the sofa had short, wispy black hair hanging loosely over his forehead from the rain, covering his prominent brow bone. His handsome face was sharply defined, exuding a clean, aloof, and sharp aura. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his straight nose made his features appear exceptionally three-dimensional. His eyes were filled with deep sorrow, and a chilling indifference emanated from within him.

"Reflect on what? Does reflecting on it magically magically give her a conscience? Does reflecting on it magically magically make her live a peaceful life?" Hong Jin tilted his head, lit a cigarette, looked up, exhaled smoke rings into the sky, watching them turn into wisps of white smoke and finally disappear into the air, and said indifferently, "You've slept with so many women, yet you seem to have reflected on it clearly, but none of them belong to you, have you?"

"That's because I didn't want to," Hong Jie retorted angrily, his neck stiff. "Besides, I haven't touched a woman since I went back to Phnom Penh!"

Hong Jin sneered, "So, Ah Jie, if a woman isn't someone you truly love, there's not much point in sleeping with her, is there?"

Hong Jie didn't speak. He lowered his head and took a few deep drags of his cigarette before stubbing it out. He then took a few deep breaths and said, "Yueyue is the best girl I've ever met, really. Ajin, please don't hurt her."

"My wife, whether she's good or bad, don't I know?" The man opposite her fixed his beast-like dark eyes on her, his tone indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

"If you knew she was unhappy, why did you force her to stay?"

"Would she be happy if she went back to China?" Hong Jin asked almost the instant he finished speaking, though the tone was rhetorical, her confidence was unwavering.

"She has such a beautiful face and such a likable personality, yet she was born into an ordinary family. There wasn't even a man in her family; there were only three women, no money, no power, and no one to protect her. Any slightly powerful scoundrel could easily crush her without her having the ability to resist."

If she hadn't been so young back then, and if her family hadn't been so shrewd as to go to great lengths to send her abroad, she would probably be the prey of those spoiled brats by now, with anyone able to lay a finger on her. How many times have we seen this kind of thing?

Yes, I bullied her, but no matter how much I bullied her, the underlying reason was still love. I love her, Ah Jie, do you understand? I fucking love her to death.

In the end, Hong Jin stubbed out his cigarette, hunched over, rested his elbows on his knees, and dug his fingers into the roots of his short hair, his expression a mixture of pain and restraint. "The love of an adult man is not so simple. It is a decision, a judgment, a commitment. Compared to her lifelong suffering, what is temporary unhappiness?"

"Are you so sure that she won't have a good life back in Beijing?" Hong Jie asked, frowning. He really couldn't understand his cousin's thoughts.

There is a saying in China: "Beautiful women have short lives." This doesn't mean that they are actually short-lived, but rather that very beautiful women are often the playthings of the powerful and wealthy, especially those who are poor and powerless.

Even you once considered snatching her away from me. Do you think those rich kids in Beijing have any eyes? She and Ouyang Zhen were already famous in Beijing's social circles when she was a teenager. Now that she's back in Beijing, how could no one be tempted?

You know better than I how the powerful play with women. Tell me, should I let her go back?

Her weaknesses are too obvious; as long as her mother and aunt have leverage over her, she has no choice but to compromise.

Hong Jie was stunned by his cousin's words. He had always known that he was no match for him, but the difference between people, when put side by side, was still shocking. He even suddenly felt that in front of Hong Jin, even the most basic love was so superficial.

It's laughable that he still claims to like Yueyue, clinging to the hope that if he never touches a woman again and strives to become stronger, Yueyue will one day see him.

But at this moment, in front of Hong Jin, her affection seemed so insignificant compared to his "adult man's love."

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he said, "Ah Jin, from the bottom of my heart, I hope Yueyue can be happy. Now it seems that only you can protect her; no one else can. Once we find someone, comfort her and don't scare her."

"Let's talk about it after we find it!" Hong Jin irritably ran his fingers through his short hair, picked up his phone from the table, glanced at it, and put it back down. He didn't even know what he was expecting.

Neither of them spoke again, and they each sat there smoking.

Not long after, Dasson came in to report on everything that had happened in the past week, down to the smallest detail, even the minor thing that Jinjin was anorexic and refused to eat.

Hong Jin sat on the sofa, silent, pursing her lips, carefully discerning the situation.

She accidentally bumped into her mother and Nina by the lake. They've recently taken to swimming there. Last night, several swimming lanes were bitten through by an unknown animal. Jinjin has lost her appetite...

"Did the young mistress notice anything unusual before tidying up the walk-in closet?"

"No, nothing unusual. The young mistress has been staying in her room."

Do you know what you're doing?

"Xiao Bai said that when she went in, the young lady was not applying a face mask or doing yoga as usual. She was just standing barefoot on the ground and looked like she had something on her mind."

Hong Jinxiu fiddled with the lighter in his hand, his dark eyes deep. "Go, bring over the tablet that the young mistress is watching dramas on."

He knew better than anyone that the little rascal valued her life very much. If she wasn't 80% sure and hadn't encountered some perfect opportunity, she wouldn't have taken such a big risk. The key now was to find out the "opportunity" that had attracted her to make this bet.

He flipped through the tablet, finding almost nothing unusual. The man's well-defined fingers moved back and forth across the screen, his thin lips tightening.

They're really cautious; they even know to delete their browsing history.

But the devil is always one step ahead of the saint. Yuebao, you probably don't know that browsing history can't be completely deleted just by clicking the delete button. For a man who became a hacker out of boredom at the age of fourteen, it's not difficult for him to know what you've seen.

In less than five minutes, all the deleted data was restored. Hong Jin looked at a news report that she had read nearly twenty times, pressed her index finger to her brow, and gradually felt a chill creeping over her.

boom!

Suddenly, the man slammed the tablet down on the coffee table, sprang up from the sofa, grabbed a gun, and rushed out. "Quick, A-Jie, take some men to the forest! Yuebao has probably gone into the forest!"

"Dasen, bring Jinjin over to me and take her to the lake."

Hong Jie's heart skipped a beat. A forest? That was an undeveloped primeval rainforest, teeming with snakes, insects, poisonous ants, wild beasts, and miasma—any one of them could be deadly. Even grown men wouldn't dare go in alone, let alone a delicate young girl like her. This, this, this is just too damn bold.

The two men led the group and ran wildly toward the lake, and Jinjin was released by Dasen.

Hong Jin grabbed Jin Jin's head with his tiger's mouth, his wolf eyes fixed on it. No one knew how the man and the python communicated. A minute later, Jin Jin darted into the lake.

"Follow!"

At his command, two special forces soldiers quickly jumped into the water and swam with Jinjin toward the forest.