Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

The following day, the blazing sun baked the mountains and forests, and the entire manor was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Even the gardener who was mowing the lawn felt that the eldest son was particularly gentle, warm, and approachable today.

Since moving to the manor, the servants have rarely seen the eldest son, let alone seen him smile. But today, the eldest son went out before dawn, ran to the flower field behind the manor, personally cut a large bouquet of roses, and happily carried them into the main building.

Apart from a few of the eldest son's confidants, no one was allowed to enter or leave the main building at will, and no one dared to spy on it. Hong Jin was usually aloof and arrogant, which made the servants very careful and afraid to even breathe loudly while working.

Today, the eldest son had a smile on his face, and everyone felt exceptionally relaxed. They prayed to Buddha that the eldest son could have such a good mood every day.

On the other side, Hong Jin placed the roses on Yao Gongyue's bedside, leaned down and kissed her delicate sleeping face, then turned and left the main building. He instructed the housekeeper to coax her to eat when she woke up, and that he would finish his work as soon as possible and return. He then took a car to the outside office area.

As long as he has a breath left, he has to work for his family, and no matter how reluctant he is, he has to get out of his comfort zone.

When Yuebao was found again, the man suddenly realized that the supreme power he had lost—the loss of his childhood, the loss of himself, the constant busyness he spent every day protecting—was not so hateful after all.

Inside the office, Hong Jin looked down at international news, a murderous intent gradually appearing in his eyes.

The military coup has long since ended, but its effects are only just beginning. After being expelled, Haghnu went to Myanmar to seek political asylum and held a press conference.

The situation in Southeast Asia has recently taken a dramatic turn. Vietnam is ambitious and ready to strike, attempting to create friction during the power transition in Country J, just after its father took office. Myanmar is in turmoil with ongoing military conflicts. The EU and the US are trying to interfere during the Myanmar elections, disrupting the entire Southeast Asia and creating conflict between ASEAN and China. At this time, Haghnu's foolish trip to Myanmar is undoubtedly dragging Country J into the vortex of great power rivalry.

The man turned off the news, frowned, picked up his phone again, and dialed a number.

"Hey! Ah Jin!" A rough, hoarse male voice came from the other end.

"Ah Meng, did you receive the goods?" Hong Jin greeted him with a smile.

"Yeah! Thanks, bro!" the man replied, then asked, "What's up?"

"You should know about Prince Hagnau, right?" He casually toyed with a lighter in his hand, intentionally or unintentionally lighting it on the table.

"Hmm, the old commander saw him a couple of days ago, probably thinking of making a scene!" Wu Meng said with a disdainful smile.

“Ah Meng, my father will not allow Hagenu to die at the hands of the Hong family! But I always want to nip it in the bud!” Hong Jin’s tone remained as composed as ever.

"Hmph!" Wu Meng chuckled. "Crown Prince Jin, you're the first to take politics to the point of commanding military forces across borders!"

“When I approved a special plane for you to transport weapons from Duterte, you still said it was because we had a personal relationship!” Hong Jin said without changing his expression.

Wu Meng and Hong Jin were childhood friends. Their grandfathers were close friends, so their grandchildren naturally had a close relationship. Although they went their separate ways after growing up, Wu Meng's family suffered a great change. He ventured alone into northern Myanmar in his teens and survived many hardships to reach his current status. However, Hong Jin secretly helped him a lot by using his power. The two had long become close friends.

"Hahaha, consider Hagnu's life as interest I'm paying you!" Wu Meng laughed heartily.

"Thanks!"

"You're too kind! Ah Jin, my father is about to be released from prison. Before he participates in the general election, I must obtain military power. You'll have to cooperate with me then!" Facing his good brother, Wu Meng made no attempt to hide his ambition.

"Then congratulations in advance to Prince Meng!" The man curled his lips, hung up the phone, and his wolf-like eyes were unfathomable.

My father is good in every way, except that he is too soft-hearted. It's okay, he'll take the blame for that.

Upon reopening the email from the Tourism Resources Department, a phone call came in from the main building. The old housekeeper was trembling with fear.

"Sir, ma'am—"

Hong Jintai knew the little devil's temper well; he knew she would cause a huge commotion once she woke up and was fully rested. Remaining unmoved, he murmured, "She's awake?"

"Yes, sir, and that lady~"

The butler was momentarily at a loss for words, and before he could finish his sentence, Hong Jin's face turned cold. "Young Madam!"

"Yes!" The butler quickly corrected himself, "The young mistress... she chased everyone who went in out and locked the door. We... no, we dared not go in rashly, but... but the commotion inside was too... too loud, so we could only call you!"

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit!" The man hung up the phone, frowned, and strode out the door.

***

In the luxurious yet chilly bedroom, Yao Gongyue opened her eyes when it was almost noon. She sat on the bed in a daze for a good ten minutes before she was sure she wasn't having a nightmare.

A tearing pain shot through his body, and the man who usually needed anesthesia even for a minor scrape was now trembling with rage. "Hong Jin, you dog of a man, I'll kill you!"

She tried to sound tough, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Although the two had dated, she never considered having any physical intimacy with Hong Jin.

My aunt always told me, "Yuebao, remember this: a girl should always keep her bottom line on her wedding day. Only then will your husband cherish you and you will be valuable in his heart. Never follow in my footsteps."

She had witnessed her aunt's life being ruined and had always taken this saying as gospel. She never dreamed that Hong Jin, that scoundrel, would actually force himself on her.

What to do? She had finally given up on Ouyang Xu and was thinking of listening to her mother and marrying a respectable man in the system. She had even found someone, Officer He from the Municipal Bureau of Culture. He was a second-generation official with unlimited potential. She had even planned how to "accidentally" meet him. Who would have thought that Hong Jin, this nemesis, would suddenly appear out of nowhere?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I turned around and saw a large bouquet of roses in a vase on the bedside table. Without thinking, I smashed it.

Hearing the commotion, the servant ran in, chattering in the local language, which was completely incomprehensible. Annoyed, the servant was chased out.

At this point, everyone in the group had already left. She was trapped in this place, helpless and at their mercy. A huge sense of humiliation welled up in her heart, and she picked up the bedside lamp and started smashing it while crying.

But she's usually so delicate and has been on a diet lately. She ran out of energy after just a few hits and collapsed on the ground, bursting into tears!

Just as the desperate girl was crying so hard she was almost out of breath, Hong Jin rushed in. Seeing that she was unharmed, his heart finally settled.

Although he knew the little thing was cowardly and valued her life, he was still afraid she would do something foolish. A doting smile flashed in his dark eyes. In the end, he had overestimated her courage, little coward.

"Crying!" The man strode in with a forced smile, squatted down in front of her, and stared at her with a roguish air.

Yao Gongyue pretended not to see it, turned her face away, and continued to weep silently.

Hong Jin sat cross-legged next to her and leaned forward, "Are you feeling wronged?"

The girl still didn't speak.

The shameless man pulled her into his arms, forcefully cupping her tear-streaked face in his large hands, and continued to ask, "Does it still hurt?"

It would have been better if she hadn't asked; the question only made the pain worse. She burst into tears, sounding incredibly aggrieved, "It hurts so much, you bastard!"

Hong Jin felt heartbroken. He knew rationally that he shouldn't laugh, but he just had some kind of wicked sense of humor. Looking at the little one's adorable crying face, he couldn't control his expression and chuckled to himself.

"Hong Jin, you bastard, you're still laughing!" Yao Gongyue was both aggrieved and angry, feeling greatly humiliated. She broke free from the man's embrace and rushed towards the door.