Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Wu Meng, holding the dog by the collar with one hand and his young wife with the other, coaxed her into the bedroom.

"Have you named it?" he asked shamelessly, trying to make conversation.

Ouyang Zhen simply picked up Banban, lowered her eyes slightly, and nodded.

She still wasn't used to being alone with him, let alone talking to him.

Wu Meng pursed his lips, coughed lightly to organize his thoughts, "Sonya is Sandor's sister. Although Sandor and I don't get along, I can't just watch her sister be taken away by a few men with ulterior motives. Grudges are grudges, but a soldier's nature cannot be forgotten."

But I didn't expect her to get involved with me. There's nothing between us, don't worry about it.

Ouyang Zhen frowned, her eyes brightening as she looked at him. "Why are you telling me about your affair with her?"

Wu Meng felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in his chest. Did she really not care about him at all?

"You're my wife. If another woman comes to our house demanding recognition, don't I have to explain things to you?" he said patiently.

"No need. First, I'm not your wife; second, you don't need to tell me about your affairs with other women, I don't care; third, I'm tired, please leave."

Wu Meng felt as if his nostrils and trachea were completely blocked, his throat and nose stinging. His thin lips trembled slightly. "Zhenzhen... can you... can you please stop treating me like this?"

Commander Wu, the powerful and ruthless figure from Myanmar, knelt before the aloof and distant young girl, his eyes welling with tears of grievance.

"I know I'm a rough man, and you look down on me, but, but..." He stammered for a long time, unable to come up with a word to defend himself, and stood frozen in place, just holding her hand tightly.

"But what? But you've already done that to me, so I deserve to be imprisoned by you for life and be your plaything?"

"I didn't mean that, Zhenzhen!" His lips trembled even more violently, his eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot, and he looked at her seriously. "I didn't treat you as a plaything. I sincerely wanted to marry you. You can't wrong me like this!"

Ouyang Zhenqing's clear, indifferent eyes were as cold as a knife. She disdained to utter another word, only giving the man in front of her a cold glance before turning her face away.

"Zhenzhen!" Wu Meng said through gritted teeth, "Everyone makes mistakes, right? Doesn't your China say that admitting and correcting mistakes is a great virtue? I'm correcting them, can you give me a chance? Just once?"

“Okay!” The beautiful girl wiped away her tears with the back of her fair hand. “Then I’ll give you a chance. I forgive you for hurting me that day. Let me go back to China, and we’ll be even, okay?”

Wu Meng's eyes suddenly stung, and his entire skull seemed to flare with anger. He bit his lip hard, looked at her cold face, and shook his head firmly, "No! If you leave, I'll have no wife!"

"You're rich, powerful, and good-looking; plenty of women would want to be your wife!"

"I don't want anyone else, I only want you!" He suddenly couldn't control his emotions, lunged forward, hugged her slender waist, buried his head in her chest, and sobbed with pain.

"Zhenzhen, I can't live without you, really, please stay, Zhenzhen!"

He wasn't good at sweet talk, and even coaxing her to eat or sleep seemed clumsy, let alone at this moment. His emotions were surging and he was anxious, completely unsure how to keep her. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, got up, and pushed her onto the bed.

"You are mine... Zhenzhen... You are mine alone... No one can take you away..."

"Wu Meng!" Ouyang Zhen tried to push him away, but was suddenly enraged by his words. Her left hand, which was not yet being held down, slapped him hard across the face.

After the loud noise, both of them were stunned. Ouyang Zhen had never fought anyone before, and now her entire arm was numb, her fingertips were trembling, her cherry-red lips were slightly open, and she stared blankly at the man, tears streaming down her face.

Wu Meng touched the side of her face where she had slapped him with the tip of his tongue, looked at her aggrieved and trembling appearance, raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Why are you crying? I'm the one who got hit, why are you crying?"

Ouyang Zhen bit her lip, crying even more pitifully, "I want to go home... I want to find my brother..."

Frustrated, Wu Meng scratched his short, sharp hair, then helplessly pulled her into his arms again, patting her back gently with a low voice, "Alright, Zhenzhen, don't cry. Your husband is here. Your husband is with you, protecting you, and caring for you. No one can rely on your brother as much as your husband."

Ouyang Zhen had only just recovered a little and was already in low spirits. She soon cried herself to sleep and, with the man's comforting words, fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Meng placed his young wife on the bed, kissed her forehead, and sighed heavily.

"Zhenzhen, you've really gone too far!"

He really had no way to deal with her.

You can't coax them, you don't dare scare them, and you can't keep them.

After staying by her side for a while, just as he was about to get out of bed, he looked down and saw that Banban had already turned his slippers into a doghouse and was fast asleep inside.

The man pressed his temples. "People bully me, and now even dogs are bullying me. I'm getting worse and worse."

He went downstairs barefoot. "Sister Min, have Song Dang come over here!"

Minjie instructed the maid to bring him a new pair of slippers and called Song Dang in.

"Deputy Commander!" Song Dang respectfully saluted.

"What did Sandor ask you?"

"He asked me where I went on vacation a few days ago."

Wu Meng lit a cigarette, raised his chin, and gestured for him to continue.

“I knew that bastard was up to no good and was trying to bomb me. He must have checked my whereabouts and knew I left the country. I only go to underground casinos to gamble and have some fun.”

"Okay, I got it. Keep a close eye on the Sang family these next two days. If they dare to seriously investigate that batch of weapons, come back and report immediately."

"Deputy Commander, should I take care of him?" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Song Dang's dark face.

“No need. If we act now, the military government will easily target us! A-Lu is on vacation, isn’t he? Once he enters Ganzhencha in northern Myanmar, A-Lu will naturally make his move.”

Song Dang couldn't hide his excitement. "Deputy Commander, is Brother Lu going back to Yangon?"

“If he doesn’t go back, then let him stay put in northern Myanmar. That’s my backup plan. No matter what happens, someone has to guard it.”

"Understood, Deputy Commander. So, once Brother Lu graduates from the Chinese Military Academy, will he be able to come back?"

Song Dang and Baru had followed him since they were young, all the way from the Golden Triangle to Yangon. However, although the military government was wary of his strength and gave him military power, it never truly trusted him.

Song Dang was quite capable, but he was brave but lacked strategy. Wu Meng always kept him by his side. As for Baru, in Hong Jin's words, he was a born soldier with outstanding physical and intellectual abilities. He was both brave and resourceful, and he had been personally trained by Hong Jin. He was the most suitable person to stay in northern Myanmar to protect the family's resources.

“It might take a few more years. Ah Jin said he’d send him to Russia for the world’s most rigorous military training. Soldiers in northern Myanmar don’t survive long without real skills. He’s my trump card; he has to be the best of the best, the fiercest of the fierce.”

"Deputy Commander!" Song Dang said with a hint of envy, "I want to go to Russia too!"

Wu Meng glanced at him and said, "You think this is a joke? The survival rate is only forty percent. Not only do you need to have excellent military skills, but you also need to be one in a million. With your brain the size of a walnut, you'll be the first one to die. Just stay put!"