Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

"Military Advisor Sang!" Wu Meng glared coldly at the smiling tiger who had walked in, then sat back down. "Our relationship isn't close enough for you to bring your family to visit in the middle of the night!"

Sandor narrowed his eyes, still with a faint smile on his face, walked in and sat down next to his sister, giving her a silent glance.

Niya wisely stubbed out her cigarette and tapped the table with her long fingernails. "Sister Min, where's my Coke?"

“Sorry, I spoiled Niya!” Sandor pushed up his glasses.

"I'm here today mainly for personal matters, and by the way, I'd like to chat with the deputy commander about some military matters."

"Private matters?" Wu Meng glanced at him with wolfish eyes. "What private matters could Sang Canjun and I possibly have?"

Sandor smiled. "I'm sure the Deputy Commander understands my sister's thoughts. She's graduating this year, and her family wants her to get married as soon as possible so they can keep her in check. Everyone in Yangon's elite circles knows that Niya has been in love with the Deputy Commander for a long time."

"So what?" Wu Meng raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face.

He had served in the military and fought battles for many years, resulting in an exceptionally strong physique with very low body fat. His sharp face, sculpted from daily intense training, was almost devoid of muscle, and his piercing eyes and wicked expression exuded an overwhelming aura of masculinity, causing Diniya's heart to flutter.

"Oh, Brother Meng, stop stringing her along. I've already brought my brother over; do you think you don't know what she's thinking?"

Wu Meng remained unmoved and turned to look at Sang Duo, "What does Military Advisor Sang think?"

“The deputy commander is a well-known young talent in Yangon. He is handsome and has outstanding military achievements. Our family is naturally very happy to form a marriage alliance with the deputy commander.”

"Hmph!" The man opposite him sneered, "Sorry, I didn't have that idea."

"Wu Meng, what do you mean?" Sandor's smile deepened, but a hint of murderous intent was clearly hidden within it.

"So, what I'm saying is, I'm not interested in your daughter. Is that clear enough?"

"Wu Meng!" Niya suddenly threw the cola that Sister Min had just handed her at the man. The man raised his hand, caught it steadily, threw it into the trash can at his feet, and sneered.

"The Sang family is a respectable family, but their upbringing is really not commendable!"

Sandor was a little embarrassed and glared at his sister. "Let's go! This is so shameful!"

"Brother!" Nia stamped her feet, almost crying with anxiety.

Sandor remained unmoved and stood up. "Didn't you say you and Commander Wu were in love? I'll settle the score with you when we get back!"

"Banban...Banban, don't run away..."

Suddenly, a gentle, soothing voice came from upstairs.

All three people in the living room looked upstairs.

The girl, dressed in a white nightgown, had cascading black hair, snow-white skin, and exquisite features like a fairy descended to earth. Her clear black and white eyes held a faint sadness, yet they were even more breathtakingly beautiful.

She chased after the puppy, who had just finished its bath, downstairs. Seeing the brother and sister standing frozen in the living room, she was also startled. Just as she was trying to figure out how to greet them, a sudden tightness gripped her waist as the man's strong arm pulled her into his embrace.

"Why did you come down? Are you tired?" Wu Meng pulled her into his arms, revealing only his thick black hair, and asked with gentle concern.

"Banban ran away!" the beautiful girl replied calmly.

"Go up, play a little longer and then rest, okay?" The man's voice was so gentle that Nia thought she was hallucinating.

From the moment she first saw this man, she knew that he would one day become the uncrowned king of Myanmar. His aura and charisma were far more imposing than any of the top dignitaries she had ever met.

She was infatuated with him, obsessed with him, and wanted to marry him day and night, even though he always had a cold face and kept everyone at arm's length. But she had heard that he was like that with everyone; no woman had ever appeared in Wu Meng's life. Even when he was just playing around, he would only bring a few socialites that everyone knew. He had always been indifferent to women.

That's why Wu Meng saved her at the bar and took her home. Niya was convinced that Wu Meng treated her differently and that he had feelings for her too.

But why is this woman in Wu Meng's house today? And why is she coming out of his bedroom in her pajamas? Wu Meng speaks to this woman with a gentleness she has never seen before.

"Brother Meng, who is this woman?"

Nia couldn't accept it. Crying, she blocked their way, pointing at Ouyang Zhen's nose, "Tell me, who is this shameless slut?"

"Sonya!" Wu Meng's anger surged, and he grabbed her slender throat. "I may not kill women, but that doesn't mean I won't kill bitches!"

"Commander Wu!" Sandor stepped forward and grasped Wu Meng's wrist, which was gripping tightly.

"It's my fault for not taking good care of my sister. I apologize to you on her behalf!" His eyes showed no remorse, and even more murderous intent.

Wu Meng didn't back down at all, continuing to exert force with his large hand. Niya's eyes rolled back, and her already pale face turned even more bluish-black.

“Miss, my sister was very rude. I apologize on her behalf. However, the Sang family is not to be trifled with. My sister died at the hands of the Wu family. Commander Wu will have a hard time explaining himself. Please, I beg you, to plead for her life.”

Having held a high position for many years, Sandor remained calm and composed. Looking at the stunning young woman tightly held in Wu Meng's arms, he spoke in a deep voice.

Ouyang Zhen felt the gaze on her, but he was speaking Burmese, which she couldn't understand. She looked at Min Jie, who was standing calmly in the corner, with a puzzled expression.

Sister Min was very shrewd. She said, "Madam, Military Advisor Sang apologizes to you on behalf of Miss Sang!"

"Madam? A Chinese?" Sandor's peach blossom eyes flashed with surprise as he looked back at Wu Meng, whose anger was surging.

"Forget it!" Ouyang Zhen placed her fair hand on Wu Meng's arm, which was embedded in Niya's throat. "Anyway, I didn't understand what she was saying!"

"No way!" Wu Meng's lips twitched slightly, and a murderous intent flashed in his fierce eyes. "No one can bully my precious daughter."

“Miss, my sister really didn’t mean to offend you. Please persuade Commander Wu. It won’t do him any good if my sister dies!” Sandor said to Ouyang Zhen in fluent Mandarin.

"Forget it, she doesn't look very old, she probably didn't do it on purpose!"

Ouyang Zhen tugged at the back of the man's robe. "It's too late, I'm so tired, they're too noisy!"

Wu Meng, finally calmed down, abruptly shoved Niya into Sandor's arms and yelled, "Get out!"

Nia was about to say something when Sandor grabbed her arm. "Let's go!"

As he was about to leave, Sandor turned back and said, "Commander Wu, recently a batch of weapons of unknown origin was transported to northern Myanmar. The military government has set up a special investigation team to investigate this matter. The general said that once the mastermind is found, the person will be prosecuted in a military court for the crime of deliberately provoking civil war. I am unworthy to serve as the head of this investigation team. Commander Wu, do you have anything to say?"

Holding his young wife in his arms, Wu Meng smirked and tapped his cheek with his tongue, "Then, I wish Sang a successful career in the army! Take care of yourself!"

Sandor smiled knowingly and nodded to the gentlemanly Ouyang Zhen, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Thank you!"

It's just unclear whether his thanks were directed at Ouyang Zhen or Wu Meng!