Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

With great reluctance, she escorted her beloved to the dormitory building. The man wouldn't let go, so the little vixen smiled helplessly, tiptoed, kissed his sexy Adam's apple, and softly coaxed him.

"Okay, let's go back now. Come pick me up from get out of class tomorrow morning, okay?"

The man's breathing became a little erratic, and the restlessness he had just suppressed surged up again. He bent down, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Baby, I'm even more reluctant to let you go."

"Oh dear, if you keep delaying like this, my mom will have already gone to rest. After video chatting with her, I need to go to bed early. She's just recovered from a serious illness and can't stay up all night."

Nuohan then let go of his hand. "My phone is on 24/7. If you miss me or need me, no matter how late it is, you can call me. I will definitely come, okay?"

"Okay! Good, boyfriend!" Yao Gongyue squeezed his palm. "I'm off!"

Nuohan stood there, watching her slender figure disappear, then took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it in his hand.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly. We had barely parted when a torrent of longing swept over me from all directions. I pulled out my phone to check the time, only to find fourteen missed calls, all from the same person—Basong.

I casually pressed the call button, and the other end answered almost instantly.

"Hey Han, you fucking shut up! I've been calling you since five o'clock!"

"Speak!" the man uttered a single syllable from his throat.

"I'm fucking in L City, let's go out for a drink!"

"No time!"

"Spending time with your precious child?"

"If she had let me stay with her, would you still be talking to me now?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, listen to that plaintive, unsatisfied tone. What, you won't let me into bed?"

"Get the hell out of here!" Nuohan said, about to hang up the phone.

Basong knew his temper and knew when to stop, so he quickly begged for mercy, "Alright, alright, I made a special trip for you, spending money and effort, at least show yourself, brother, do you really think I'm your henchman?"

Nuohan looked up. Although many windows were lit, he immediately spotted Yue Liang's dormitory. Seeing that she had drawn the curtains, he asked, "Where are you?"

Number 48, Sixth Street, Queen!

Queen is a well-known business club in L City, catering to high-ranking officials, politicians, and wealthy businessmen. Many of the girls there are from Southeast Asia and are sent through Basong's connections. The owner has a very good relationship with the Basong family.

The boss's daughter is Rebecca, a well-known socialite in L City.

A year ago, Rebecca was kidnapped by internationally wanted thugs. The police were helpless. Finally, through Basong's introduction, her family found Nohan and paid three times the price to hire Nohan to rescue her.

Unexpectedly, the young girl, just beginning to experience love, fell madly in love with the hero who saved her from danger. Despite the man's repeated insistence that he was only doing things for money, Rebecca didn't care and, full of passion, did many crazy things.

To get rid of her, Norman even said he didn't like girls with Western looks, but Rebecca secretly went to South Korea for plastic surgery.

The day after I returned to China from my post-operative recovery, I ran into Basong and pestered him until he finally agreed to meet me.

When Norhan arrived at the Queen's top-floor luxury suite, Basong had been waiting for a long time.

The waiter pushed open the door, and the noisy, excited shouts inside immediately quieted down as the man appeared. The men holding the girl in their arms, except for Basong who was sitting in the main seat, all stood up, put their hands together, and bowed respectfully, "Captain!"

These men were all soldiers he had trained. Some had retired due to injuries, and some had been discharged from the army for making mistakes, but most had retired normally. They were all introduced by Nuohan to Basong's command. Because of their outstanding abilities, they gradually became Basong's confidants. Even after leaving the army, they still held this powerful man in awe.

"Hmm! Sit down!" The man strode to the seat of honor, took out a cigarette, and was about to reach for a lighter when a hand with bright red nail polish offered him a light.

"Brother Ahan!" Rebecca managed to make the most of her stiff face.

The man's eyes darkened, and he leaned back a few inches to avoid the light she offered, tucking the cigarette away with indifference and distance. "No need!"

"Brother Ahan, I'm Rebecca!" The girl wasn't annoyed; instead, she came closer.

"Really? Didn't recognize me!" Nuohan picked up the can of beer in front of him, pulled the tab, and downed it in one gulp. Then, he crushed the can into a ball and threw it at Basong, who was watching the show.

"Didn't you fucking say we're all on the same side?"

“That’s right, Miss Rebecca isn’t an outsider!” Her friend, always eager for drama, chimed in mischievously, “She’s suffered so much for you, what’s wrong with you coming to see her? She’s not going to eat you up.”

Nuohan wasn't good at dealing with women, especially women he found annoying. He leaned back coldly against the sofa and said, "What the hell is it to me!"

"Brother Ahan, didn't you say you didn't like Western girls? She got plastic surgery to look Asian, so you can't reject me now, can you?"

The rough-around-the-edges man didn't quite understand this woman's thought process. "Well, thank you for proving with facts that I don't like you, and it has nothing to do with what you look like!"

"Pfft—" Basong, who had just taken a sip of wine, spat it out upon hearing this, almost laughing himself to death.

“Miss Rebecca, what did I tell you? He’s such a clueless blockhead. In his eyes, all women are no different from female monkeys in the forest. You still don’t believe me?”

Nuohan glanced coldly at his friend, "Just because you're blind doesn't mean I'm blind too."

……

Yu Lili was selling alcohol at the bar on the second floor when she was suddenly pulled away by a colleague with whom she had a good relationship.

"Lily, I have something urgent to attend to and need to go out for half an hour. Please, could you cover for me for a bit? I'll be right back, okay?"

She didn't want to agree, but she couldn't resist her colleague's temptation: "The guests in the VIP rooms on the top floor are very generous. They give a tip of three hundred US dollars, and if you're lucky, it can be even more. During the shift, all the tips you get are yours. How about it?"

Who would turn down money? She decisively changed into the other party's work clothes and took the elevator to the top floor.

Holding a bottle of wine, the head waiter repeatedly instructed that the guests inside were the young lady's VIPs and that they must be served with utmost care.

Yulili was only thinking about the huge tip, nodding incessantly as she pushed open the door, her smile stretching to her ears.

After placing the wine on the main seat, Basong raised his hand and put a few US dollars on the plate. Yulili felt her breathing quicken, wishing she could kowtow to the God of Wealth.

But when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man lying on his back behind her, her heart skipped a beat. She thought she was hallucinating and rubbed her eyes hard.

Nuohan? It really is him, not a hallucination. Wasn't he celebrating Yuebao's birthday? How did he suddenly appear here?

Moreover, who is that scantily clad woman sitting next to him?

Good heavens, did I misjudge him? This guy's a hidden time management master? What a jerk!