Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Working during the day, live streaming at night, and still having to study when she gets home, Yao Gongyue even catches up on sleep while sitting on the subway.

During Beijing's evening rush hour, the subway was packed with people. She finally managed to grab a seat, fell asleep immediately, and woke up in a daze to find herself still on the subway. Upon closer inspection, she realized she had missed her stop; the next stop was the final stop.

"Little girl, did you miss your stop?" A kind-looking old lady holding her granddaughter asked with a smile.

"Yes, Grandma, I overslept!" She shook her head awkwardly.

"It's alright, it's alright. I missed my stop too. I'll just take the train back at the next stop. It won't take much time!" the old lady comforted her gently. The little girl she was holding looked adorable, about four or five years old, and smiled at her, saying, "Sister, sister, your nails are so shiny, just like a princess's!"

Looking at her adorable little face, Yao Gongyue couldn't help but tease her, taking out a rhinestone nail polish from her bag, "Want one? I can paint one for you too."

The little girl smiled and nodded, and the old lady didn't stop them. She watched them play together until the subway arrived at the station. The three of them got off the subway together and waited to take the train back.

"Ouch!" The car was almost there, but the old lady suddenly fainted, and the little girl screamed in fright.

"What's wrong? The old lady is getting on in years, could she be having a relapse?"

At the terminal station, there weren't many people waiting for the bus. Two middle-aged women next to me approached with worried expressions and asked, "Are you together? This old lady needs to be taken to the hospital quickly, or it might be too late."

Yao Gongyue had never encountered anything like this before. In her anxiety, she took out her phone to call 120.

"Young lady, the hospital is less than 100 meters from this exit. Instead of calling an ambulance, why don't we all help carry the old man there directly? What do you think?"

Two middle-aged men who looked like migrant workers walked over. Yao Gongyue took out her phone and checked. Sure enough, there was a hospital not far from the subway exit. She looked at the little girl next to her who was crying uncontrollably, gritted her teeth, and said, "Then I'll trouble you uncles and aunties!"

Several people worked together to lift the old lady up. Yao Gongyue was worried, so she took the little girl's hand and they went into the elevator together.

When a long-planned conspiracy suddenly strikes, people are sometimes caught off guard.

After exiting the elevator with faulty surveillance cameras, the person being carried by the crowd was now the elderly woman's eldest granddaughter who had suddenly fainted. She boarded the ambulance that had been waiting at the door and sped out of the city. At 10:30 p.m., she arrived at the Bohai Bay Wharf and, without anyone noticing, set sail with Tengfei Industry's cargo ship.

At four in the morning, a huge cargo ship sailing on the vast ocean lowered a small boat with only a box on it. The small boat bobbed and swayed in the sea breeze, drifting with the waves, with nowhere to go.

Ten minutes later, an unidentified helicopter lowered a rope, and two burly men dressed in night clothes hooked the boxes from the small boat onto the helicopter, disappearing silently into the night.

……

When Hong Jin's private plane landed in Beijing, the Queen Mother's butler was already waiting on the tarmac. No matter how important the matter was when the Crown Prince entered China, he had to pay his respects to the King and Queen Mother first. The Queen Mother was the widow of the old King and received diplomatic privileges in China. If he wanted to have a convenient time in China, he would have to rely on the Queen Mother's connections.

Young Master Jin, dressed in a suit and tie, was gentle and refined, like the bright moon shining in his heart. Every gesture he made exuded the innate superiority, nobility, and elegance of a noble young master. Even the experienced old butler couldn't help but sigh, "The Hong family is about to prosper for another generation."

After getting into the car, Hong Jin called Wu Meng, but no one answered. Without thinking twice, he entered the Empress Dowager's private residence.

For someone who has been immersed in such elaborate etiquette since childhood, it was already second nature. Hong Jin presented gifts from his grandfather, father, and officials of various ranks, and had dinner with the King and Queen Mother. After dinner, he danced two dances with the Queen Mother at the party, and only made an excuse to leave at 11:30 p.m.

"Young Master!" Beside the black Koenigsegg, a trusted confidant who had been waiting for a long time bowed respectfully.

"Let's go to the young mistress's place!" After getting into the car, Hong Jin casually loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons, closed his eyes, and stretched his neck.

"Young Master, the people we sent to protect Madam said that there were too many people on the subway, so they didn't dare to get too close. After arriving at the station, they managed to avoid Madam. Right now, they're waiting downstairs at Madam's studio. According to her usual habits, she should be live-streaming from her studio!"

The man in the back seat, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his wolf-like eyes, his tone as cold as ice, "Should?"

The way the eldest young master looked over was more terrifying to Gao Sen than being targeted by a sniper rifle's infrared scope. The hair on the back of his head stood on end, and he swallowed hard. "It was my dereliction of duty!"

Hong Jin felt as if tiny needles were pricking his heart. This feeling had stayed with him ever since he got off the plane, leaving him feeling stifled and inexplicably irritable.

He took out his phone and opened her live stream. It was the same two girls who usually streamed, but his beloved was nowhere to be seen.

"To the studio!"

I kept calling Wu Meng along the way, but he didn't answer any of my calls.

Wu Meng didn't call back until the car stopped downstairs at the office building.

"Ah Jin, have you arrived yet?" Although he tried his best to remain calm, how could Hong Jin, a brother of many years, not hear the panic in his tone?

"Hmm! Where are you?"

"Come to Yueyue's house right away!" The man frowned upon hearing this. Although he had planned to visit Yuebao's family long ago, he still felt uneasy about going there suddenly without any preparation.

“I’m not ready yet. It would be too impolite to go there now. Yuebao will be angry. You should coax her out, and I’ll explain to her first. We’ll discuss it and then go to her house.” Hong Jin was uneasy. He wasn’t sure if Yuebao was still angry and didn’t want to upset her as soon as they met.

"Come over here first, something's happened!" Wu Meng said impatiently, unable to contain his anger.

Hong Jin's palms were sweaty, and his head felt like it had been hit hard with a hammer, making a buzzing sound. "What happened?"

“Yueyue hasn’t come home since she got off work, and she’s not at the studio either. Her mother and aunt are worried sick.”

Yao Gongyue has been bringing Wu Meng and Ouyang Zhen to her home for meals recently. Her mother and aunt especially like Wu Meng, saying that he is their dream boy. He is dark-skinned and strong, and he eats everything with gusto. The more they look at him, the more they like him, so they simply adopted Wu Meng as their godson.

Wu Meng was a straightforward and generous man. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed, calling out "Mom" and "Auntie" loudly. He accepted a large red envelope from his mother and auntie. The next day, he also gave each of the two fairies a large gold bracelet on their other hand. The eldest son openly asked his mother and auntie to propose marriage to the Ouyang family. Before long, they became closer than blood relatives.

"I am going now!"

After hanging up the phone, Hong Jin's mind went blank for a moment. He instructed the driver to turn around and go to Yao Gongyue's house. His slender fingers rubbed the rose-patterned rubber band on his wrist, and his eyes grew increasingly deep.