Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Nestled in the man's arms, Ouyang Zhen still felt a lump in her throat. "I just can't understand why you left the two children with Dad. If he misses them, we can take them over often, right? Or, we could bring Dad here with us!"

“Silly girl!” The man stroked his wife’s head. “We were born at the pinnacle of power, not an ordinary family. Feelings are also a kind of capital. They grew up with their father, so naturally their father will treat them differently. Ah Jie will take over my job in the army in the future, but Ah Xiao must go into politics. Being raised by his grandfather since childhood is his political capital and his foundation of public support.”

The young wife, not quite understanding the intricacies of politics, frowned and said...

“They are Father’s own grandsons, of course Father would think of them, why make things so complicated?”

"So what if he's your own grandson? The most ruthless family is the imperial family. My dear, I'm your father's only legitimate son, but he hasn't been idle all these years."

He claims to be in jail, but his status speaks for itself. Aside from the lack of freedom, his treatment isn't bad. It's not like he hasn't had children with other women; I killed three of them, and two more are still missing. He's been hiding a woman for years; if she had a son with him, he probably wouldn't be much older than Ah Xiao.

Ouyang Zhen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; the amount of information was too much for her to process.

Wu Meng couldn't help but chuckle and comforted him, "It's alright, baby. Illegitimate children aren't respectable. Your father won't go too far. I'm just reminding him that playing around is fine, but in the Wu family, only my offspring are legitimate. Since he's so free, he can raise my son instead."

Although he's wary of me, he genuinely loves his two grandsons, so you can rest assured. Besides, I'll take care of everything; I'm your support, the one who will protect you and your children.”

……

In the middle of the night, Wu Meng suddenly realized that the soft, fragrant woman in his arms had disappeared while he was asleep. He jumped out of bed almost instantly.

“Zhenzhen…”

"What's wrong? Did I wake you up?" A gentle voice came from the beanbag chair by the window.

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The man turned on the bedside lamp, wearing only underwear. His body was muscular and strong, exuding a strong aura of hormones. Even though they had shared a bed for many years, Ouyang Zhen's heart still raced when she saw him like this, and she unconsciously turned her face away.

"What, you've been using it for so many years, and you're still shy?" The man blurted out nonsense, picked her up, and wrapped her in his arms. The two of them lay on the sofa, almost overlapping.

"Be serious!" the young wife said coquettishly, pushing away the man's face that was leaning closer.

"Hmm!" Wu Meng responded, his large hand already inside her pajamas, but his tone remained unchanged, "Why aren't you sleeping? Hmm?"

"A-Meng!" The person in his arms had clearly changed their tone, now with a hint of restraint, "Will you be like your father?"

"What?" The man didn't immediately understand what he meant.

"Will you, like your father, go out and find women and have many illegitimate children?"

The man paused, then cupped her face in his hands. Their eyes met, and finally, their foreheads touched.

"No!" he said solemnly.

"Why are you so sure?"

“My father sought out women because he had never been truly loved by a woman, including my mother. He treated women as tools, and women treated him as tools. But what’s ridiculous is that he was both heartless and passionate, and promiscuous. So, the fact that he was never truly loved by anyone in his life is his retribution.”

But I'm different. I love you. From the first time we met, to relentlessly pursuing you all the way to China, you're the only one I've ever loved. I have all my feelings for you, and I can't spare even a tiny bit for any other woman. I'm single-minded. Either I get you, or I die on the way to getting you, and you go off to another man. As long as I live, I will love you.

My feelings for you are pure and unconditional, and I am devoted to you wholeheartedly.

To have your love is my destiny; no one knows better than me how lucky I am.

Ouyang Zhen rarely heard the word "love" from this man. The last time she heard it was when she gave birth to her younger brother. When she came out of the delivery room, she heard him say in her ear, "You've worked hard, wife, I love you!"

But when he did speak, it always made her heart flutter.

This man's voice wasn't the kind of captivating, gentle voice that's like a clear stream hitting rocks; it had a raw, rugged quality. Yet, the love he spoke of was as steady and trustworthy as a mountain. She didn't know when it had started, but she had come to trust him completely.

"What if you chased me all the way to China that time, and I didn't forgive you or agree to marry you? Would you still be going to keep pestering me?"

"I was able to chase after you because I knew you would agree!"

"why?"

"You went back to China, found out you were pregnant, but didn't abort the baby. That's when I knew you still cared about me, you just couldn't get over your past." The man hugged her even tighter.

"Zhenzhen, that child, in the end, is something I owe you and something I owe the child!"

Ouyang Zhen turned slightly, raised her eyes, and looked at the resolute and handsome face in front of her.

“Ah Meng, Ah Jie might be that child. Really, the day I miscarried, I told the baby that I didn’t do it on purpose, that his father and I love him very much, and that if he wanted to, could he choose me to be his mother again? This time, I will definitely protect him.”

Then, after you came to China, we had A-Jie for the first time. That night, I dreamt that he was standing by my bed calling me "Mom," and I knew then that he had returned and forgiven us.

The man felt a bitter taste in his throat, tilted his head back, rested his chin on the top of his wife's head, and remained silent for a long time.

He had no faith and was not afraid of ghosts or gods, but today, after hearing his young wife's words, he suddenly felt that perhaps it wouldn't hurt to believe.

Regardless of reincarnation, rebirth, or spirits, he would willingly submit as long as his young wife could escape the mire and be happy.

It's not about surrendering to the illusory cycle of reincarnation that depends on all living beings, but rather surrendering to the love for his young wife that lasts a lifetime.

"Baby, I won't be so strict with A-Jie anymore, okay?" The man was willing to compromise on anything to make his little wife happy.

"No, please!" Ouyang Zhen exclaimed, quickly pulling away from the man's embrace.

“Manage him however you want. Ah Jie’s personality is just like his name, unruly and difficult to control. At such a young age, he is fearless and doesn’t fear anyone except you and Hong Jin. If you loosen his reins, he will definitely become a spoiled brat in the future.”

The man chuckled, "Yes, ma'am!"

"Don't give me that joking face. I'm serious. You're the one who has to take care of the kids. They're not afraid of me at all."

"Okay, fine. I'm afraid of you. You'll always be the boss here. If any of those two brats dare to mess with you, I'll beat them up."

"We can't really beat him, lest we hurt my son..." the woman muttered to herself.

Looking at her coquettish expression, Wu Meng felt his mouth go dry.

“Zhenzhen…”

I was originally a wandering beast roaming the jungle, fighting on the edge of life and death every day. One day, I suddenly saw a rose, and a delusional thought arose in my heart, so I plucked it into my arms.

I admit, I am despicable, but Zhenzhen, love has made me sink and lose myself, into an endless sea of ​​suffering.

Thank you for giving me a home, so that I no longer have to wander and drift, and my soul has a place to rest.

I have nothing of value but my lifelong loyalty and protection.