Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Everyone in the villa sensed that the atmosphere between the lady and the young master seemed different ever since they returned from their trip to Japan.

Previously, the lady would either cry or stay in her room without going out. At most, she would play with the dog in the garden for a while and rarely paid attention to the young master. Even when the two appeared together, they would mostly be arguing.

But recently, they haven't been arguing. To be more precise, it seems that the young master has his Achilles' heel held by his wife. As soon as his wife sheds a tear, he immediately compromises without any principles or bottom line. Not only that, but he also has to shamelessly coax her.

The servants had never seen the young master's sycophantic face before, and these past few days have been quite an eye-opener. In front of the madam, the young master is truly worthless.

"Zhenzhen, have you been feeling any better since we switched to lighter meals these past few days?"

In the bedroom, Wu Meng had just returned when he went to his wife's side and asked her with concern.

Ouyang Zhen was a quiet person, and was sitting on the edge of the bed painting a landscape. As soon as the man came in, he started asking her a barrage of questions. Annoyed, she put down her paintbrush, got up to wash her hands, and casually replied, "Mm!"

"That's good!" Wu Meng followed behind her, leaning against the bathroom door, struggling with whether or not to tell her about the pregnancy. Before he could speak, his phone rang.

"A-Meng...A-Meng...Come save me..." On the other end of the phone was the old commander's panicked and urgent voice. When the phone was hung up, a gunshot was clearly heard.

The man's pupils suddenly contracted. "Zhenzhen, go to sleep. I have something to do and won't be back tonight!" After saying that, he ran downstairs like a madman.

Wu Meng quickly assembled his troops and led a group of elite soldiers to rescue the old commander. Little did he know that this was a scheme to kill two birds with one stone. Less than ten minutes after he left, a riot broke out around the villa. The military and police clashed fiercely with the rioters. Some ruthless rioters took advantage of the chaos to bomb several nearby houses and commit murders.

After a night of fierce fighting, Wu Meng rescued the old commander from the underground passage and sent him to the heavily guarded military headquarters building. Only then did Wu Meng have time to sit down, gulp down a bottle of water, and then open another bottle and pour it over his head.

The cool, refreshing sensation instantly revived him. He glanced at the old commander, whose wounds were being bandaged by the doctor, and said, "You rest, sir. I'll take my men back first and let you know when we find Sandor."

"Are you really sure Sandor did this?" The old commander still couldn't quite believe that Sandor could suddenly go so mad as to be willing to kill him.

"If you really don't believe me, once we find the person, I'll bring him here so you can interrogate him yourself."

"Find it first!" The old commander waved his hand, signaling him to get back to work. Anyone betrayed by their subordinates would be annoyed, and he had no intention of continuing the interrogation.

Wu Meng had just gone downstairs and they were going their separate ways when Song Dang, who had gone back ahead of him, called.

“Commander…” Song Dang, a grown man, rarely panicked like this; his tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

Wu Meng's heart tightened. "What is it?"

"There...there's been a riot here...a riot! Oh no...the villa's been bombed..."

Wu Meng felt as if his heart had been twisted violently, the pain making it hard for him to breathe. "Where is Madam?"

"I...I searched, but...I couldn't find Madam...Commander, dozens of people in the villa were all killed in the bombing. I have my brothers searching for her. Please send some more people over quickly."

The man's blood boiled instantly, and rage consumed him completely. He trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot. "Find someone first, I'm coming right now."

Ouyang Zhen never expected that she would wake up in a completely unfamiliar place after lying on her bed in the villa before going to sleep. She thought she was hallucinating and sat for a full minute before slapping her head hard to make sure that she was not dreaming.

The cold, sinister man watching this scene on the security camera narrowed his peach blossom eyes, seemingly amused. He stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers, stepped out of the room, and entered the bedroom.

"Zhenzhen, you're awake? How are you? Do you like it here?"

Ouyang Zhen's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at the man before her in disbelief. "How could it be you?"

“Why can’t it be me? Zhenzhen, I’ve said it before, this is Yangon, where might makes right. Don’t worry, Wu Meng will be dead in less than six months. At that time, I will be in charge of the entire military government. I will be the uncrowned king of Myanmar, and I will make you the most honored woman in the Irrawaddy River basin.”

Ouyang Zhen had gradually calmed down by this point, quietly looking at the daydreaming madman in front of her, her knuckles turning white, and she ignored him.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Sandor looked down at her. "Don't you believe what I'm saying?"

Ouyang Zhen remained expressionless, his eyes and brows indifferent, sitting quietly, making him seem like a clown performing a one-man show.

“It’s alright,” the man waved his hand. “Wu Meng was right about one thing: politics is a man’s game and has nothing to do with women. You just need to stay put and wait for me to rise to a high position so I can marry you.”

Not enough words to speculate.

Ouyang Zhen knew that arguing with this kind of person was pointless, and she didn't bother to debate whether he could kill Wu Meng and gain military power. She simply lifted her eyelids and said, "Fine, then I wish you success."

Sandor turned to stare at her, and after a long while, a faint smile appeared on his thin lips. "Zhenzhen, you are truly captivating. You are the smartest woman I have ever met! A woman who knows how to keep quiet is a rare find."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I am unworthy of it!" She was neither humble nor arrogant, but exuded a sense of aloofness from the bottom of her being.

But this aloofness, coupled with her cool and detached temperament and excessively beautiful face, became a poison to men. His eyes gradually darkened, and he approached the bedside step by step.

"Zhenzhen, I swear, in this life, I will only protect you, only love you. Forget Wu Meng, and come with me, okay?"

"No! I can tell you very clearly, I don't like you."

"What's so good about that brute Wu Meng? Is he worth your unwavering devotion?" The man gripped her chin tightly, forcibly lifting her head half an inch and making her meet his gaze.

"I'm rich and powerful, and I'm better looking than him, so why can't you even look at me?"

“I don’t like Wu Meng either!” the girl said calmly. “All of you deserve to go to hell. I don’t like any of you. I feel disgusted just looking at you. There isn’t a single good person among you! So, you and Wu Meng can fight each other all you want. Whoever dies will be doing a service to the people.”

Sandor's cold, dark eyes swept over her face. After a long while, he shook his head and smiled. "They say the most poisonous heart is a woman's. I never thought that the more beautiful the face, the more wicked the heart, huh?"

Then, he let go of her hand and slowly sat down next to her. "However, I don't think I'm that conflicted. It would be great if you like me, but even if you don't, it's okay as long as you're by my side."

Ouyang Zhen underestimated his shamelessness and took a step back in annoyance, "Stay away from me!"

The man stared intently at her with his dark eyes, deliberately moving closer until he cornered her against the headboard. He lifted a strand of her hair with one hand, leaned in, and greedily inhaled its scent.

"Don't worry, I'll give you time to make a choice!"