Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Yao Gongyue looked down at her hands, at the antique emerald cabochon ring on her ring finger and the pigeon egg diamond ring on her middle finger, then at the man who had stood up with a smug look on his face. She glared at him fiercely and said, "I don't agree. I'm not satisfied."

"If you're sure you'd be happy with a grand proposal ceremony that's broadcast globally, then I'll do it as soon as I get back to Beijing!" His voice came from above, calm and collected.

Yao Gongyue was a coward, and he knew that she would feel uneasy about something so conspicuous. Everyone has their own personality, and putting her in front of others would make her afraid, overthink, and want to run away.

On the contrary, it is this ordinary, relaxed, and comfortable atmosphere, where almost no one pays attention, that makes her feel at ease.

"No, I'm not going to be a show-off!" Sure enough, she refused decisively.

"But, but she wasn't wearing a pretty dress, and besides, why did you get up before I agreed?"

"You jumped from the plane into my arms, which means you agreed. Don't even think about going back on your word, you little coward. I'm kneeling on one knee, with flowers, a ring, and you—everything. You want to back out? No way!"

Yao Gongyue, "..."

She closed her eyes and took a few breaths before tilting her head back and glaring at him. "I feel like a nouveau riche. Will someone rob me?"

"Who complains about having too long a life?"

"That's way too high-profile!"

"You're keeping a low profile?"

"My fault?"

Hong Jin, "..."

"I am not happy!"

"Will you be happy if I go up and sing?" Hong Jin asked gently, a faint smile in his eyes, looking at her pouting face.

"We'll see how you do!" Yao Gongyue said coldly, turning her face away, not wanting to look at him.

"Okay!" The man uttered a single syllable from above his head, then leaned down to her ear, "Don't be angry, baby. When we get back, your husband will provide you with special services, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Ugh, have you no shame!" she said angrily, reaching out to cover the man's mouth. Hong Jin seized the opportunity, grabbed her wrist, kissed it, and turned to walk to the stage not far away.

Baru walked over at some point and stood beside her, like a statue.

Yao Gongyue stood there, watching the noble and handsome man walk onto the stage not far away. Every gesture he made exuded nobility, making him stand out from the surrounding street environment. Yet, it seemed that his appearance added a cinematic filter to this bustling street.

The music flowed quietly, and the man's sexy voice was captivating.

"Without regret, I leap into the sea of ​​love."

The heavier the love, the more I love it.

Undeterred by changing facts,

The harder it is, the more I love it.

......"

On a Thai street, neon lights flickered. On an open-air stage, separated by a crowd, a man stood there, holding a microphone, his deep gaze fixed on her alone as he sang the Cantonese song "The Harder the Love." At that moment, all her discontent vanished, and the last bit of regret in her heart was completely filled by the man's captivating affection.

A marriage proposal is a matter between two people, and it can be nothing more than a three-fold experience: flowers, a ring, and so on. This man, seemingly nonchalant and domineering, actually catered to all her desires.

He had always been aloof and superior, but now he stood among the crowd, willing to become an ordinary man for her sake, singing a love song with deep affection. Yao Gongyue stood there in a daze, suddenly realizing that for the first time, she had been so moved by a man.

"He said lust is a knife that scrapes the bone, but I watched him indulge in it with relish!" The boy's clear, cool voice came from behind him.

Upon hearing Baru speak to her for the first time, Yao Gongyue didn't turn around, remaining quietly focused on the man on the stage. Only after he finished singing did she utter a single, understated remark.

“I’m a coward, but as long as he’s there, I’m not afraid of anything. I’m not that weak, but as long as he’s there, I feel like I can’t take care of myself.”

My mother said that the ultimate expression of love is the dependence of the soul. I think I love him!

“I believe you!” The boy’s voice remained cool and aloof. “If Hong Jin loves you, you have the right to be unafraid of the storms of this world, or to be more precise, you will never see the storms of this world!”

His words were so faint that they were drowned out by Yao Gongyue's seductive "Oppa~", yet they were deeply etched into her heart.

"Are you happy?" Hong Jin asked in her ear as he carried the little vixen who had rushed up and clung to him. His warm breath tickled her ear and made half of her neck itch.

"I'm so happy!" she nodded excitedly, like a young girl falling in love for the first time.

"Then, baby, can I call you wife now? The kind you personally bestow upon me?"

Yao Gongyue shyly nestled into his neck, her mouth and nose buried in his flesh, and mumbled, "Husband."

The man suddenly stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes narrowed, his heart pounded wildly, and he felt as if he were walking on clouds. He was overwhelmed with excitement he had never felt before. "Baby, call me again."

"Husband!" She buried her face in his neck again, but obediently called out once more.

Hong Jin's lips curled up, a rare expression on his usually cold face, he laughed heartily, and cupped the back of her head with his large hand, "Mmm! Good girl!"

Yu Lili, the invisible woman, sat on the side of the road and witnessed the whole thing without saying a word. Seeing that Yuebao ultimately chose Hong Jin, she was still happy for her.

At first, she thought Yuebao had dumped Hongjin long ago. Knowing about Nuohan's relationship with her, she thought the two were really husband and wife. But now she realized that Yuebao and Hongjin were actually a couple, and Nuohan was just indulging in wishful thinking.

It's no wonder, though. Yuebao may seem nice, but she's actually hard to control. When Nuohan is with her, he's always the one being controlled. But Hong Jin is different. He's too smart and too powerful. Yuebao is no match for him. It's only a matter of time before she falls into his hands.

Besides, just looking at Hong Jin's gentlemanly appearance and aloof and noble temperament, Nuo Han can't compare at all. Although he is also very charming, men's charm is also divided into different levels, depending on who you compare him to.

Having spent so much time in the club, she had met many high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and all sorts of people, but she had never seen anyone who could rival Hong Jin, not even one who could be compared to her.

After being put down by the man, Yao Gongyue remembered her best friend who was still sitting by the roadside sobering up. She grabbed Hong Jin's arm and said, "By the way, Jin, can you help Lili? She's in a terrible situation. She's being controlled and has no freedom at all."

Hong Jin had already noticed You Lili, but he hadn't had time to deal with her. However, since she was Yuebao's friend, it wouldn't hurt for him to lend a hand.

"Okay, come back with me first. Let her talk to me about this privately, and I'll make the arrangements, okay?"

"You're the best, honey!" Yao Gongyue grabbed his arm and nuzzled her face against his.

Hong Jin was completely susceptible to her charms and had no chance to resist. His Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "Get in the car!"

He drove Yao Gongyue away first, while You Lili was led by Ba Lu into the car behind them and returned to the hotel. Hong Jin coaxed Yao Gongyue to take a shower and went into the study himself.

In the top-tier suite study, on the luxurious sofa, You Lili felt uneasy. Upon seeing the man enter, she quickly stood up, clasped her hands together in a gesture of respect, and said, "Young Master Jin!"

Reality can wear down a person's pride and self-esteem in a very short time. Yu Lili is no longer the person who dared to flirt with him and shamelessly call him "Brother Jin".

“Miss Lily, there’s no need to be so formal. We’re old acquaintances, and you’ve helped Yuebao. It’s only right and proper that I help you.”

As Hong Jin spoke, he strode to the main sofa, crossed his long legs, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a tilt of his head. Even the most casual gestures of a man long accustomed to high positions, now that he was away from the woman for whom he willingly bowed, exuded such imposing presence.

He is more mature and charming than before, but also more unapproachable.