Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Yao Gongyue hadn't expected Wu Meng to be so ruthless. Less than a month after he took Ouyang Zhen away, the Xiao family was already on the verge of collapse, and the worst part was that they didn't even know who had done it.

She saw the news about Tengfei Industry's suspected broken capital chain while browsing Weibo at night, and it took her a while to remember that it was Xiao Siqi's family's company.

Shengshi Group seems to be having some trouble lately, being besieged by several companies, and there's also trouble caused by people on the land they acquired. Ouyang Xu is too busy to come looking for her anymore.

Working during the day and studying with a tutor until 10 p.m. at night, Yao Gongyue felt she had never worked so hard in her life. "What a disaster! Peking University! If I don't get in, I'll have wasted all this hair!" She covered her face with books and sighed to the sky.

"Stop howling! Kyoto University doesn't care who loses the most hair. Otherwise, even bald people would be number one. You have to put in the real work. Drink your milk, then memorize some vocabulary words before you go to sleep. No playing on your phone!"

Da Jiao came in with the milk and touched her forehead.

"Dajiao, don't you love me anymore? You were calling me 'baby' when I first came back!"

"When it comes to studying, I'm always ruthless. You've only been here for half an hour reading and have been playing on your phone for an hour. Don't think I didn't see it!"

Having been discovered, the guilty underachiever obediently drank his milk, turned off his phone, and began writing furiously.

I thought life would just continue in this busy yet mundane way, but no one would have expected that a thunderclap would suddenly appear out of nowhere!

Just after New Year's Day and on the eve of Laba Festival, a video titled "When your silly colleague is lost, she might be..." went viral on a video website overnight.

The video is set in a park in Beijing, with withered grass and dry branches, a desolate park scene, and a voiceover begins:

"Family, today, a colleague and I were leaving get off work when I felt unwell and went to the park to use the restroom. But when I came out, she was nowhere to be found! I searched for half an hour before I finally found her. Can you guess where she is...?"

The video then shifts to a lively corner of the park, where a group of elderly men, all dressed in black cotton coats and wearing earmuffs, are playing chess, forming several layers around each other. As the person filming pushes the men aside, a bright red figure suddenly appears – a young woman in a red coat and white scarf, sitting among the old men, gloating, "Hahaha, I told you to move the cannon, move the cannon, but you insisted on moving the horse, and now you've been checkmated! Serves you right!"

"A true gentleman observes chess in silence, but you little girl, you keep shouting and interrupting my train of thought!" The old man opposite him, who had lost the game, was furious.

"Sir, your layout is wrong, you should~"

In the video, the little girl is still arguing with the old man when the person filming laughs and calls out, "Yueyue?"

"Hey!" the little girl replied crisply, turning around with a smile that could launch a thousand ships. "Why are you only arriving now?"

Yao Gongyue saw her colleague taking pictures with her phone and reached out to block the lens, saying, "Why are you taking pictures of me..."

The video ended amidst the sounds of playful fighting.

Even Jin Yuanyuan herself didn't expect that a video she casually filmed would become so popular overnight. When she woke up in the morning and saw that the video had millions of likes and an astonishing number of comments, she thought she was seeing things.

Unbelievable, I clicked on the comments:

Haha, it's so silly, but this fairy is really beautiful!

Oh my god, is this real? Girl, please debut right now!

Honey, I hereby declare that this is my wife!

This girl looks so pretty! Can I get the link to her coat?

Yes, yes, what lipstick is she using? The color is so pretty.

……

The video, though not very long, was filled with questions about Yao Gongyue's stunningly beautiful face, followed by a barrage of inquiries about her outfits, makeup, skincare products, jewelry, and so on.

Jin Yuanyuan rubbed her eyes hard twice, quickly took out her phone, and called Yao Gongyue.

"Hey, Yuanyuan, can't we talk about this at work?" Yao Gongyue's voice came from the other end, struggling in pain, clearly still not fully awake.

"Yueyue, you're famous! Oh my god, you're famous, sister!" Jin Yuanyuan screamed excitedly on the other end of the line.

"Okay, I'm famous now. I'll be even more famous if I sleep a little longer, just you wait!" she mumbled sleepily as she was about to hang up.

Jin Yuanyuan was so excited that her voice rose two octaves, "Yao Gongyue, wake up! I'm not lying to you. Look at my Douyin, look!"

Yao Gongyue hung up the phone in a daze, turned on her phone, found Jin Yuanyuan's video account, and clicked on the video she had filmed yesterday. The video had over a million likes and was still going viral. She instantly snapped out of it, jumped out of bed, shook her head, and muttered to herself...

"Am I angry?"

His shrewd little mind raced, realizing this was a golden opportunity. "Hahaha, I, Old Yao, am about to strike it rich..."

She quickly got out of bed, ran barefoot to the living room, jumping and skipping, which startled Da Jiao and Xiao Jiao, who thought she had some kind of hysteria.

……

Luxury private yachts on the Chao Phraya River in Bangkok, Thailand.

A sexy woman in a bikini swayed gracefully, while a muscular man with sunglasses perched on his high nose bridge, shirtless and revealing well-defined muscles, exuded an air of masculinity despite his Southeast Asian-style floral shorts. A small coconut floated in his large hand like a tiny boat, a straw between his sexy lips. His entire being radiated an indescribable, wild masculine charm.

"Look! After all these years, you're still so charming."

The speaker was Prasong, the second son of Thailand's new Minister of Defense. Years ago, Nohan was hired by his father to rescue him from hostages by the military, and the two became friends. Later, they had many dealings in the arms trade and the gray market in the Golden Triangle, and their relationship was close.

"Tsk tsk, look at those women, they can't even walk properly when they see you, they wish they could pounce on you right now and drag you to bed!" His friend teased the dull-faced man.

"If you called me over just to watch prostitutes writhe around, then I have other things to do. Go have fun by yourself!" After saying that, the man put down the coconut in his hand and turned to leave.

"Look at you, look at you, still with that same unromantic attitude. Didn't I hear you have a new woman around? I thought you'd finally seen the light, so I kindly found you a few hotties to change things up, and you fucking don't appreciate it!"

Nuohan wasn't in the mood to appreciate his friend's "good intentions" and impatiently stopped, asking, "Is there something you need?"

"Yes, yes! Have a seat!" Basong narrowed his shrewd eyes into slits, secretly observing his friend's expression. "I heard that your men took down the Golden Triangle Cobra's hideout?"

"If you want the goods, find someone else. My dealing with cobras is a personal matter, not about the source of the goods," Nuohan said in a deep voice as he sat back down in his chair.

I don't trust anyone else, I only trust you!

"Song, I used to kill and set fires, I did all sorts of things, but from now on, I'm going to do legitimate business. You can find someone else to do this stuff!" Nuohan waved his hand impatiently, his cold face showing no joy.

"Why? The people under the old prince used to cooperate with us quite well, so why don't they work out under you?" his friend asked, puzzled.

"My wife doesn't like it. She's timid and doesn't like me fighting and killing. I don't need that little bit of money, so there's no need to upset my wife!" When he mentioned Xiaoyue, a hint of tenderness appeared in the man's cold eyes.

"Your wife? Who? That prostitute from Pattaya? Are you crazy?" Basong exclaimed incredulously, jumping up from his chair and glaring at his friend.

Nuohan glanced at him impatiently, "What are you thinking? My wife is Chinese, the best girl in the world."