Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Back at the villa, they could hear Wu Jie's deafening cries from afar. As they entered, Ouyang Zhen was sitting on the sofa comforting Wu Jie, while Wu Meng held the exquisitely beautiful Hong Qing with a loving expression, saying, "Ah! Girls are so good, they're so well-behaved."

Hong Jin stepped forward, took his daughter, kissed her several times, and then turned to glare at his good brother, saying, "If you want a girl, have one yourself. Don't come here all day to hug my daughter."

"I'm having my baby next year, stop showing off!" Wu Meng glared at him irritably.

"Little Jie Jie!" Yao Gongyue finished washing her hands and came out to see Wu Jie with tears streaming down his face. She clapped her hands and teased him, "Don't want to go home and get beaten by your dad again? How about you stay at Auntie's house tonight?"

Wu Jie was a little older than Hong Qing and could already walk. The two families' villas were next to each other, and Wu Jie would run to the Hong family's house as soon as he opened his eyes every day, muttering indistinctly, "Sister... Sister..."

Wu Meng simply sent his son over during the day and picked him up to sleep at night. Who knew that the boy would howl like a pig being slaughtered every night when he got home, and he would get beaten by his father almost every day.

“Yueyue, don’t spoil him!” Ouyang Zhen interrupted. “Don’t be fooled by his howling now, he’s just crying for my sake. He’s a completely different person when he’s home. Even the dog in the house is afraid to come near him.”

As the women chatted, Wu Meng gave them a look, and Hong Jin turned around and handed the child to the nanny. The two men then turned and left.

Yao Gongyue and Ouyang Zhen exchanged a glance, sighed, and remained silent in tacit agreement.

There's no way around it; marrying a man like that means they're destined to live this kind of life.

When Wu Jie and Hong Qing were four years old, Yao Gongyue and Ouyang Zhen graduated with master's degrees.

At the graduation ceremony, Wu Meng held his second son, Wu Xiao, in his arms, while Da Jiao held Hong Qi, who was still breastfeeding, in her arms. Xiao Jiao directed Wu Jie and Hong Qing, two slightly older children, to go on stage and present flowers to their respective mothers.

Hong Jin was sitting on the podium, chatting with the principal about donating a building to the school, when he suddenly heard a familiar crying sound.

"Excuse me, Principal Liu, please wait a moment!"

He got up, went to the audience seats, skillfully took Hong Qi from him, fed him with the baby bottle, and then returned to his seat with the child in his arms to continue the conversation.

When Yao Gongyue and Ouyang Zhen finished the graduation ceremony and took photos, they returned to their car to find that all the children had already been taken back.

For the first time ever, the two men took their wives to GR, where Zhou Qian was already waiting.

"You're here? Sit down!" Zhou Qian gestured for the others to sit down and then began to drink his wine.

"What's wrong, Qianzi?" Hong Jin noticed his good friend's displeasure and asked.

"I'm getting a divorce tomorrow!" Zhou Qian said calmly. "Last month, I got drunk and called out Su Xue's name all night in my sleep. My wife heard me, and the next day she brought a group of people to Su Xue's house and made a scene. Her husband almost beat her to death..."

Everyone in the private room remained silent; no one dared to offer advice on such a matter.

"Xue'er is already married, and I've married her as they wished. Why, why won't they let Xue'er go? Just because she loves me, just because I still love her, does she have to die?"

In the end, Zhou Qian leaned against Hong Jin, grabbing his collar, "Jin, you're the best among us, can you tell me why?"

Hong Jin glanced coldly at his good brother, pulled his hand away, shoved him onto the opposite sofa, and said in a cold voice,

"Why do you even need to ask? Because you're a coward!"

Yao Gongyue's expression changed. She pushed her husband and glared at him fiercely. He was adding fuel to the fire when the other person was already in such a state.

"Yueyue, don't worry about it. I think Ajin is right. That guy is good in every way, except he's clueless when it comes to women. Do you think it's easy for Ajin to tell you the truth? If you don't want to suffer for the rest of your life, I advise you to listen to Ajin!"

Wu Meng took a swig of wine and stopped Yao Gongyue.

Hong Jin remained expressionless, toying with his young wife's fingers, and continued...

"If you can't let go of that woman, you shouldn't have gotten married in the first place. After getting married, you don't love your own wife, but instead you're thinking about someone else's wife. You've lost your mind."

Men, if you're going to love, love to the very end, even if it means sacrificing yourself. Once you're married, responsibility is paramount. You have to be responsible for your wife. As long as her husband is alive, why the hell do you have to worry about her every day?

Have you ever thought that she loved and was infatuated with you because of your power and status, which allowed you to give her what she wanted? But when she realized that you couldn't marry her, she had already woken up to reality. Marrying someone else was her choice. The fact that she was asked to marry someone else shows that this relationship wasn't as important to you as you thought.

What's with you acting all high and mighty, wallowing in self-pity? Your wife's family isn't poor; there's absolutely no need for this pointless jealousy. Why don't you just do your own thing? Why should she care what you do? All this fuss just shows she still cares about you. What young woman, in the prime of her life, would waste so many years with you?

"Exactly!" Wu Meng chimed in, "Your wife is so stubborn. If it were Yueyue, she wouldn't even bother making a scene. She'd have someone strip your ex-girlfriend naked, put her in your bed, gather evidence, and sue you, ruining your reputation. She'd then take your money and go find the next man without a second thought!"

boom!

Before Wu Meng could finish speaking, Hong Jin kicked him, saying, "Are you looking for death? Talking about my wife?"

"Brother Meng, you're like my own brother!" The young wife didn't care at all about her husband's anger.

"Stop it!" Hong Jin pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "I don't have an ex-girlfriend, and you don't have that chance!"

Zhou Qian sat there without saying a word for a long time. Hong Jin and Wu Meng ignored him and each held their wives and played cards.

"Let's go! You guys have fun!" After a long while, Zhou Qian finally stood up from the sofa, feeling dizzy.

"Where are you going?" Wu Meng asked, lifting his eyelids slightly.

"Go home and appease your wife!"

"There's still hope! I'm going back to Yangon tomorrow, will you give me a ride?"

"No need to see me out! Remember to come to my baby's one-month celebration!"

The door to the private room slammed shut, and the two men, smiles playing on their lips, clinked their glasses together...

On the night after Hong Qi's second birthday, Yao Gongyue felt a chill in the middle of the night and instinctively looked for a source of warmth. After searching for a long time without finding a constant source of warmth for the baby, she suddenly opened her eyes, put on a coat, and went out.

"Yes, I understand. Father, please take care of yourselves, Grandfather. I'll be back tomorrow!"

"Yueyue and the child, stay in China for now. I'll come back for them once the situation stabilizes..."

"I know... um... don't worry, I'll get Ah Meng to cooperate with me!"

……

After hanging up the phone, the man trembled as he pulled out a cigarette. The endless darkness swallowed him, and he exuded an aura of danger and death.

Suddenly, a warm little hand covered his neck, and then his wife pulled his head into her arms. The familiar gentle fragrance finally woke the man who was filled with murderous intent.

"What happened? Are you going back to Phnom Penh?"

After a long silence, the man spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice, "Ah Jie is dead. He was injected with drugs and died from an overdose..."

Another silence fell, and the man felt tears falling one by one from the top of his head.

"Then go back. Whoever it is, don't let him get away. Avenge Ah Jie!"

"You don't mind me killing people?"

“You are Hong Jin, not just mine. I’m already very content with the ordinary life we’ve had these past few years! I’ll go back with you, with the children!”

"Baby!" The man felt a huge weight in his heart, holding her tightly around the waist. "I'm sorry, baby, I can't let Ah Jie die in vain... I'm afraid I can never give you this ordinary life again!"

“When I was younger, I always felt that if you didn’t pamper me and do everything I wanted, it meant you didn’t love me and weren’t worthy of my lifelong commitment. Now that I have a child, I understand that I can’t let you give all the time. I also need to learn to love you. I know that the burden you carry is greater than I imagined. Go, Ajin. This time, I’ll be with you, willingly!”

……

The next morning, a private plane pierced the sky, carrying a family of four.

The Phnom Penh heir has made a powerful comeback. By day, he is ruthless and decisive; by night, he lulls his child to sleep and tenderly embraces his young wife.

Everyone says the Crown Prince is cold-blooded and heartless, devoid of any human warmth. No one knows that his entire life has been spent bowing and scraping before a delicate, alluring young woman…