Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

"Come on, come on... put it all here... you fucking be careful, this is a gift from the deputy commander to his wife, if you break it I'll shoot you!"

Song directed his men to stack all sorts of gift boxes, large and small, into the living room. These were all treasures, personally purchased by the deputy commander, with some others being sent from China. He had been following the deputy commander since he was a teenager, and aside from buying weapons, he had never seen the deputy commander spend money so lavishly.

In the past two days, including what he spent on the black market, tens of millions of US dollars have been spent without batting an eye. It's clear that the deputy commander really likes this lady. He'd better be smart and keep her in check so that if he gets into trouble and the deputy commander shoots him, he can ask her for mercy.

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb Madam!" Wu Meng strode in, waved for his men to leave, and began to unpack the clothing gift box on top himself.

He didn't understand women's things, and when he went to the mall, he didn't even know what to buy. Luckily, Song was quick-witted. He called over a few of his ex-girlfriends, bought a bag for each of them, and took them around for a long time, buying them everything they needed.

But~

The man frowned, picked up a set of sexy black lace lingerie, and muttered to himself, "Did I buy something too small?" As if possessed, he recalled the feel of her body and stretched out his large hand to measure it.

Yes, it must be too small!

I flipped through them again and found a white one that looked about the same.

Forget it, just take them all upstairs and let her choose for herself!

The door opened, but there was no sound from inside. Wu Meng seemed to have gotten used to her silence, and a dense, throbbing pain filled his heart.

"Zhenzhen! I bought some clothes. Sweetie, get up and change, okay?"

He reached out to embrace her, but the person lying on the bed was stiff and rigid, like a dead tree stump. Suddenly, an unprecedented restlessness enveloped him, tearing him apart.

"Zhenzhen, what are you being stubborn about? I said I would cherish you, love you, and pamper you, and I will definitely do it. Isn't that what women like? I'm trying my best to accommodate you. If you're not happy about anything, get up. You can even argue with me. What are you trying to do by lying here like this?"

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

His words were like a pebble thrown into a dry, lifeless pool, receiving no response whatsoever.

The man sighed heavily, threw the things he was holding onto the bed, ran his hands through his short hair a few times, and sat down dejectedly on the floor beside the bed.

I wanted to smoke, but I was afraid of upsetting her. I wanted to go out, but I couldn't bear to leave her alone like that.

"Fine! Twist it if you want, I don't believe you can really lie here like this for the rest of your life..."

The two remained quietly together, one lying on the bed and the other sitting on the floor. They seemed very close, but in reality, they existed in two parallel worlds. Neither understood the other, and neither even knew the other.

Time seemed to have no meaning in this space; two completely unfamiliar souls were mistakenly entangled, and no one knew what would happen next...

When the maid knocked on the door to invite them down for dinner, Wu Meng snapped out of his chaotic thoughts, responded, and went to call the person lying in bed again.

"Zhenzhen, get up and eat some dinner, okay? If you keep going hungry like this, your health will collapse!"

"..."

He grabbed a handful of his hair in frustration and stood by the bed for several minutes.

"Never mind, I'll bring your food up in a bit!" He turned around and slammed the door shut.

……

"Young master, isn't Madam coming down?"

The housekeeper, Sister Min, inquired cautiously. She was a typical Burmese woman, with dark, bluish skin, a slender figure, and was shrewd, meticulous, and capable. She was the daughter of the former Wu family housekeeper. After the old chief minister was imprisoned, the old housekeeper was also shot and lost a leg. In order to give their family some dignity, Wu Meng took the old housekeeper into his villa after returning to Yangon and arranged a good livelihood for his son and daughter. Naturally, Sister Min was very concerned about his affairs and devoted to him.

"Sister Min!" the young and strong man said in a deep voice, "I made her angry, and she's ignoring me. What should I do?"

From the moment Minjie saw the young master carrying the lady into the room and bustling around her, she knew he was truly smitten. However, the lady didn't come out of the bedroom. Minjie had wanted to go and greet her, but she didn't have the chance. She secretly guessed that this lady was probably difficult to get along with.

After hearing what the young master said, I realized that the young couple had just had a fight.

"Young Master!" Sister Min smiled. "If Madam is angry, then you should try to coax her. Women always need to be coaxed. Don't argue with her. Besides, no matter how angry she is, she still needs to eat. Don't let her go hungry!"

Wu Meng naturally knew he had to coax her, but he only knew a few nice phrases in Mandarin, and he was tired of hearing them over and over again. He couldn't remember a single other word.

“I tried to coax her, but she ignored me and didn’t move an inch. She didn’t even open her eyes. Even when I applied the medicine, she was tense and stiff, like a stone fairy in a temple, without any human warmth.”

"Apply medicine? Is the young mistress ill? Should we call a doctor?"

"I've already seen a doctor!" Wu Meng said, annoyed. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and didn't want to say anything more. But then he thought, Sister Min is also a woman, and she's married. Maybe she has some ideas.

He reluctantly recounted how he bought the person from the black market and how, because the person had been given spiked liquor, he ended up in the hospital on their first date.

After hearing this, Sister Min stared at him in astonishment, unable to recover for a long time.

Judging from her expression, Wu Meng knew that the matter was probably far more serious than he had thought. He clenched his fist on the table and pursed his lips. "Am I... beyond saving?"

"Young Master!" Minjie looked at him with difficulty, "Why don't you send Madam back to China first, and then coax her slowly when she's feeling better?"

"Impossible!" The scoundrel's dark eyes widened. "She's my wife. She'll die in the Wu family, and she can forget about going back to China!"

"But, Madam, you might really die. Can you bear it? Can you bear to?"

Minjie knew him to some extent. He seemed to be a scoundrel with a fiery temper and a tendency to turn his back on people. In reality, he was upright, loyal, and willing to risk his life for someone he truly loved. Therefore, she knew that he could not possibly watch his wife die like that.

"What the hell are you talking about? You think I'd let a woman I'm keeping die? Are you all useless?"

“But young master, what you did is something no woman could forgive. Moreover, from what you’ve said, she may have suffered a great shock and mental trauma.”

As a senior housekeeper in the wealthy neighborhood, Sister Min is top-notch in terms of both knowledge and professional expertise. She has some exposure to psychology, and judging from the young master's description, the madam was likely provoked.

"Really? Really?" Wu Meng flicked the cigarette ash from his hand onto his trouser leg, his resolute face instantly tightening. "Is there...is there any way to intervene...I...I'll apologize, okay...okay?"