Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

As the sun sets, only wisps of light remain on the distant clouds. A beautiful woman lies on her back amidst the flowers, her eyes serene.

The man suppressed the burning emotions in his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing, and placed the chubby little puppy on the ground.

As if it had a mind of its own, the puppy slowly moved to the girl's feet, its baby voice both sweet and adorable.

Ouyang Zhen suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on her feet. Instinctively, she looked down and saw a small puppy, pure white except for a few glossy black hairs on its ear tips and limbs. It was clearly a purebred sheepdog.

She has loved furry animals since she was a child, but her mother is a germaphobe and wouldn't let her even touch them, let alone keep them. Later, with so many messy things going on at home, she had no time to keep a dog.

Just when I was on the verge of despair, I suddenly saw this little dog, and my heart softened inexplicably.

She stretched out her slender white fingers and placed them in front of the puppy. It struggled to put its two front paws on them, and the fluffy touch spread from her palm to her heart. She couldn't help but smile.

The man standing two meters away pursed his lips, his eyes darkening further.

She smiled...

She looks so beautiful when she smiles...

"Little puppy, are you lost?" She picked up the puppy and gently stroked its fur, her voice soft and gentle, as if she were enveloped in a soft halo.

The fairies painted in the temple are not as beautiful and kind as my wife!

The sleazy-looking man grinned and took two steps forward.

"Do you like it? If you do, keep it!"

Upon hearing his voice, the girl's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression. She put the puppy down on the ground.

"Need not!"

She can barely take care of herself, how can she raise a puppy? If you raise it, you have to be responsible for it.

Wu Meng's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, stiffened slightly. "It's alright, don't worry about it. If it dies, I'll get you a new one!"

Ouyang Zhen felt as if something had twisted her heart hard.

It's a life, how can he talk about it so casually? What does "replacing a dead animal with a new one" even mean?

Even the most gentle young lady raised in a wealthy family will have a temper.

She turned her head, glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes, and walked towards the main building without saying a word.

Wu Meng was bewildered by the glare.

My first thought was that I had said something wrong, but I couldn't figure out exactly what I had done wrong.

Damn it, why are you angry again?

"Zhenzhen...Zhenzhen...Did I say something wrong and make you angry?"

The man quickly caught up, hooking his large hand around her slender waist and pulling her into his arms. He wrapped his other arm around the back of her head in a possessive gesture. "Baby, don't be angry with me. If I said something wrong and upset you, you can scold me, hit me, okay? Don't ignore me!"

With her fragrant and soft body in his arms, and being no saint, he couldn't resist the temptation. He lifted her chin and kissed her greedily.

Ouyang Zhen hadn't expected that in broad daylight, with patrolling guards and servants passing by from time to time, he would so brazenly hug her and kiss her in the courtyard. She felt both ashamed and embarrassed. How could there be such a reckless man?

She tried desperately to push the man away, but couldn't even get a sliver of space between them. The man's kisses grew more passionate, his desire overflowing, and he had long since lost all reason. "Zhenzhen...you smell so good..."

He finally loosened his grip slightly, forehead to forehead, cupping her cheeks in his hands, his breathing rapid, his eyes fixed on her with adoration.

"What...what...do you want to do?"

Ouyang Zhen was so frightened that her legs went weak. She would never forget that look in his eyes. That day, he had that same look in his eyes as he held her down, preventing her from moving, and wouldn't let go no matter how much she cried and begged.

Tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks.

The man snapped back to reality, his dark eyes trembling slightly. He pulled her into his arms, patting her slender back. "Don't cry, Zhenzhen, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!"

After an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms finally stopped crying, and the man let out a long sigh.

"Alright, it's getting windy, let's go back. You're not feeling well, don't catch a cold!"

He took her small hand in his big hand and walked towards the main building, with a chubby little puppy following behind them, barking as it went.

Ouyang Zhen couldn't bear it in the end, so she turned around and picked up the puppy.

"It keeps meowing, is it hungry?"

"Maybe. I'll go back and show it to Sister Min, and get her something to eat!"

Wu Meng's face remained expressionless, but he was inwardly thrilled. She was finally willing to talk to him about these trivial things...

After dinner, Ouyang Zhen carried the well-fed puppy upstairs. Wu Meng, puzzled, looked at Sister Min and asked, "Why is she ignoring me again?"

Minjie's lips twitched. "Young Master, you can't stick to Madam all day long. She needs her own space too. In my opinion, you should stay in the living room for a while, so as not to upset Madam if you go in."

"I—" Wu Meng was so choked up that he couldn't say a word. He just snorted and sat there smoking.

Before, when she wasn't around, I was so busy that I didn't feel anything even if she didn't come back for half a month. Now, I don't want to stay in the military building for even a minute longer, but when I get home, I'm still alone. It's so damn frustrating.

He went to the gym and boxed for over an hour until none of his men wanted to fight him anymore. Only then did he take a shower and prepare to go find his fragrant little wife.

As soon as he entered the living room, Sister Min came over to report, "Young Master, Military Advisor Sang has arrived. His car is parked outside and is being stopped by the guards. Should we let him in?"

"Sandor? What's he doing here so late?" Wu Meng casually tightened his bathrobe, ruffled his short, sharp hair, and sat down on the sofa with a wicked air. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and after a long pause, finally spoke.

"Let it in!"

"Brother Meng~" Five or six minutes later, the sound of high heels clicking and a sweet voice that made one's pores shrink came from the doorway.

Then, Sunnya, all flamboyant and swaying her hips, ran in and pounced into Wu Meng's arms.

The man on the sofa sprang up like a cheetah, darted to the side, and frowned. "Niya, what brings you here?"

"I'm on holiday, and I've come looking for you several times, but you're never home!" Nia, having missed her chance, sat down without a word, completely acting as if she were the lady of the house.

"Sister Min, I'd like an iced cola, please!"

Wu Meng put the cigarette out of his mouth, sat down on the single sofa opposite him, and asked coldly, "Where's your brother?"

"He's talking to Song Dang, he'll be here in a bit!" Niya took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and glanced at the aloof man before her, whose captivating beauty she couldn't resist.

"Brother Meng, it's been months since we last met. Have you missed me? I sent you messages but you didn't reply!"

"I don't even know you, don't call me 'brother'!" Wu Meng stubbed out his cigarette. "Anything you two siblings up to? If not, I'm busy!"

"What's wrong? Deputy Commander, why are you so angry?" Sandor walked in, his peach blossom eyes half-closed.

Although he had the dark skin typical of Southeast Asian men, his features were very handsome, especially his captivating eyes, which were very attractive to women. He wore frameless glasses and had a refined and cultured appearance.

Wu Meng couldn't understand why the commander would keep such a weakling in the army and even promote him to such an important position as a military officer. It wasn't until later that he learned that the Sang family were Burmese Chinese, and Sang Duo was the third generation. His family's business covered all sectors of Burmese people's livelihood.

Sandor himself was resourceful, meticulous, and wildly ambitious.

The two men, one skilled in literature and the other in military affairs, are the old commander's right-hand men. The old commander is adept at maintaining balance of power, and Wu Meng has almost suffered losses at the hands of Sando several times. If it weren't for Hong Jin's support behind the scenes and Zhou Qian's pressure on the Sang family in Southeast Asian business, it's questionable whether he could have defeated Sando.

Therefore, he really didn't have a good impression of the Sang family. However, ever since he accidentally saved Niya at the bar, that woman had been clinging to him like a madwoman, making the old commander and the military very nervous, thinking that he intended to join forces with the Sang family.