Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

"Don't look at me like that!" Wu Meng met his wife's incredulous gaze, reluctantly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't reach for a lighter. After a few seconds of silence, he took it out again in frustration. "I've been there all day before going up to the auction stage. I don't believe you know nothing."

She knew, how could she not know anything? Although she didn't know what was going on on the auction stage, she knew to some extent from the girls locked up together what her fate would be: to become playthings, to be sold to the red-light district, or to be dismembered and sold for organs.

She had long been prepared to die, thinking of finding an opportunity to end her life and preserve her last bit of dignity. But today, Wu Meng said that death is not so easy. In that kind of place, even death is a luxury. Even death is not something you can decide for yourself. She was too naive. And this man preserved her naivety.

He didn't even remove her blindfold before leaving, so she wouldn't see the filth of that hell.

The underground black market has its own rules. Once a virgin is bought, there's no reason for her to leave the black market unscathed. Their first night must be completed in a black market hotel, which is equipped with cameras. However, Wu Meng set them on fire with a gun, which caused trouble for him. Fortunately, he was once a notorious killer who roamed the Golden Triangle, so even if the other party was unwilling, they could only take the money and keep quiet.

Ouyang Zhen deliberately tried not to think about those things and forced herself to forget that experience, but running away was not a solution in the end, and she had no choice but to face it.

At this point, she didn't even know who to blame.

Wu Meng hurt her, but he also saved her. In that situation, being rescued by him was undoubtedly the best outcome she could imagine. No other ending could be better than this.

Later, Wu Meng really treated her very well, pampering and spoiling her. When she was sick, he stayed by her side without taking off his clothes, protecting her in the palm of his hand.

She was unhappy and upset, and he tried all sorts of ways to coax her. He didn't have any romantic tricks up his sleeve, and he only knew a few sweet words, but he was always patient. Even if he didn't let her into bed, he would sit by her bedside all night and never leave.

Once the premise that supports a person's obsession collapses, they will instantly crumble. Her face turned pale, her eyes trembled, her fists were clenched tightly at her sides, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string. Who should she blame?

Fate compounded their misfortunes, the two became entangled in a dead end, their future uncertain and bleak, as if everything had lost its vitality.

"You go!"

Ouyang Zhen seemed to have lost all her energy. She squatted on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and cried silently.

Her thin, frail body, tormented by immense mental stress, squatted there, trembling slightly, like a delicate lily dampened by a light rain—fragile, helpless, and lifeless.

The man sitting on the sofa, who had been swaggering around, suddenly deflated. His heart was deeply pierced by this scene. He slapped himself hard, knelt down in front of her, and pulled her into his arms. "I was wrong, baby. I shouldn't have acted stupidly and said those things to upset you. Don't cry, it breaks my heart."

The man cupped her face in his large hands, his dark eyes gazing intently at her. "I don't regret it, baby. If we had to do it all over again, I would still choose you, even if it cost me my life!"

He kissed her through her tear-filled eyes, not out of lust, but more like a devout ritual of offering. "I'm not good at sweet talk, I'm not good at coaxing women, but I truly love you, baby. Look at me, okay? Look at me!"

The fierce, bloodthirsty beast tasted love for the first time, a bittersweet experience that he couldn't resist. His scarlet wolf eyes trembled as he looked at the girl before him pleadingly, begging her to give him a dream, a redemption, a perfect ending, even if it meant giving his life.

"Were all the people in the villa arranged by you?" Ouyang Zhen asked, stopping her tears.

The man, confused, nodded guiltily.

"Where are the doctors and nurses?"

Wu Meng pursed his lips and looked at her, feeling uneasy and not daring to speak rashly.

But Ouyang Zhen could tell from his expression that he already understood.

"Xiao Siqi can't tolerate me, and my brother is very busy and can't always be distracted by me."

Wu Mengdao frowned, unable to decipher the meaning behind her words, and could only cautiously probe, "Then... shall we go back to Yangon?"

"But my parents won't agree to me going to such a far place!"

"Leave it to me, baby, leave it to me!" He excitedly pulled her into his arms, his fingertips trembling. He couldn't believe she would let go, he couldn't believe she would accept him.

You can't bully me anymore!

"Don't bully me, don't bully me, you bully me, bully me!" Wu Meng's mind seemed to explode with fireworks, completely overwhelmed by unprecedented joy. He was as excited as a stray dog ​​that had been adopted after years of wandering. He didn't know how to express himself, so he could only hug her and keep kissing her, kissing her softly and densely, not even sparing her eyelashes.

"Alright!" Ouyang Zhen leaned back and pushed his head. "You have to go to my house to propose marriage. All the formalities of marriage are required, and I can't leave without them. I can't just follow you around without knowing why!"

"Okay!" the man replied while kissing her, completely immersed in his wife's fragrance, the long-lost sweet scent that haunted her dreams and caused her heartache every night, a fragrance that she could not resist once she was touched.

"You can't mess with my brother anymore!"

“I’ll at most not finish him off, but if A-Jin wants to deal with him, I won’t care!” Wu Meng cupped his wife’s face and said seriously, “He dares to mess with that little vixen, A-Jin won’t let him get away with it. His wife’s people almost killed Yao Gongyue today, I can’t help him, baby! A-Jin is my brother who’s risked his life for me, and that little thing will be my sister from now on, I have to protect her too.”

"Xiao Siqi's men almost killed Yueyue?" Ouyang Zhen covered her mouth with both hands in shock, unable to believe it. "Has she gone mad?"

Wu Meng pulled his wife into his arms and sneered, "He's gone mad. Is A-Jin someone to be trifled with? If it weren't for me today, the little thing would be dead. If A-Jin finds out, he'll definitely chop up the Xiao family. Don't get involved in this. You can't control him anyway. He's gone mad. Nobody can control him."

"But, but, it's one thing for Xiao Siqi to kill me, but why does she want to kill Yueyue?"

"Xiao Siqi wants to kill you?" The man suddenly placed his large hand on her shoulder, pulled her out of his arms, looked her up and down, and his dark eyes were filled with murderous intent under his tension.

"Yes, she changed my medicine the day after I arrived and even poisoned me. If it weren't for you, I would have been killed by her too!" The fragile girl's cries broke the man's heart. He pulled her back into his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Don't be afraid, baby. I'm here. No one can hurt you. Come with me now. I'll take you everywhere I go!"

"Where do you live?"

"For safety reasons, I didn't contact the Myanmar Embassy in China. I'm staying directly at Ajin's private residence in Beijing. You'll come live with me there. After the wedding, we'll go back to Yangon!"

After appeasing his young wife, Ouyang Zhen and Yao Gongyue chatted in the living room downstairs. The two women chattered away, and Wu Meng couldn't get a word in edgewise, so he went out for a smoke and made a phone call to Hong Jin.

"Ah Meng!" came a man's emotionless voice from the other end.

"Guess who I saw today?"

"Yueyue?"

"Did you install a surveillance camera on me?"

Is that necessary?

"Fine, I'm too lazy to argue with you," Wu Meng said impatiently, taking a cigarette out of his mouth. "Just tell me if you're going to listen or not!"

"Say!"

"This bastard really doesn't want to waste a single word," Wu Meng muttered a Burmese curse under his breath. "She was almost raped and murdered today. If it weren't for me, she—"

"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking, he clearly heard the sound of a phone hitting the ground.

"Ah Jin, hey, Ah Jin, you're alright, don't worry!"

A good ten seconds later, a trembling voice came through again, "Was she frightened?"

"No, when I got there, she had just fallen out of the car. Looks like she didn't get hurt!"

"Are you fucking dead? You saw something was wrong and didn't even try to save her, letting her fall out of the car?" Hong Jin roared furiously, leaving his good brother speechless.

"I've come to China to show you my wife?"

"Then don't bother me with your wife's affairs anymore!"

"Alright!" Wu Meng scratched his head in annoyance. "He's fine. He's playing with Zhenzhen right now. Do you want to take a look?"

"Need not!"

He feared that if he saw her once, he would be unable to bear the agonizing longing any longer and would abandon everything to come see her.