Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

As the cool ointment was squeezed into her body, Yao Gongyue gritted her teeth and tried her best not to show any abnormality, but the man applying the ointment was covered in sweat and had a dry mouth.

"Are you done yet?" The girl blushed, her voice trembling at the end. Being stared at so openly by a man made her so ashamed she almost cried.

But Hong Jin was so domineering that he wouldn't allow me to say no, and the feeling of humiliation surged up in my heart again.

"Alright!" He suppressed the urge to pounce on her, gave her a wicked kiss on the crotch, then got up and helped her get dressed.

"Hong Jin, are you a pervert?" Yao Gongyue was furious. She picked up a pillow and threw it hard at the man.

"How is it perverted for me to ask for a little tip?" The man said without changing his expression, scooping the person up with a wicked grin. "Let's go eat. I only have two hours to spend with you!"

In the restaurant, watching the little one across from him who had only eaten a few bites of food before spacing out, the man put down his cutlery, sighed, and said, "Eat!"

"I'm full!" she said listlessly, her head bowed. Anyone suddenly restricted in their freedom and imprisoned would lose their appetite.

"Are you still going to cause trouble for me?" Hong Jin was clearly displeased. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of pressure. The servants standing not far away were all too scared to breathe.

"I really don't want to eat anymore!" She glared at the man impatiently.

No matter how hard she tried to force herself to keep up the act, her body's reaction couldn't lie. After all, she was just a young girl who had just turned twenty. How much cunning could she possibly have?

"The food isn't to your liking?" After a few seconds of silence, the man asked.

"I don't know!" she pouted, looking preoccupied.

"Go, call the chef!" Hong Jin's face was expressionless, but his aura permeated the entire restaurant. The butler wiped away his cold sweat, glanced at the young mistress, shook his head, and left.

Less than a minute later, two chefs entered, clasped their hands together and lightly touched their noses, and respectfully said, "Sir!"

"I paid you to cook for my wife and make her happy!" The man's face was hidden in the bluish-white smoke, the spiciness of nicotine lingered around him, and the air in the entire restaurant became several degrees thicker, making it hard for people to breathe.

"Since the young mistress is not satisfied, then none of you need to come. Not just you, everyone in the kitchen is not needed to come to work tomorrow!"

Yao Gongyue finally realized what this scoundrel was up to, and glared at him fiercely with her bright eyes, "What's wrong with you? Don't I even have the right not to eat?"

“You have one! Yuebao! But I also have the right to deal with the servants, don’t I?”

After the man finished speaking slowly and deliberately, he waved his hand, and the butler understood immediately.

"Sir!" The two cooks were terrified. The gap between the rich and poor in J country was huge, and it was already difficult for the poor to find employment. Working on the manor was the most respectable job they could get in their lives. Leaving here meant a bleak future, and it would almost certainly mean the end of their family's livelihood.

"Sir, please have mercy!" The older chef knelt down immediately. "Sir, my grandson is sick in the hospital. He's only five years old and he's waiting for me to bring him money for treatment every month!"

"Sir, please!" Another cook knelt down as well. "I can't lose this job. My family still has loans to pay off. If we can't pay them back, our whole family will be kicked out!"

For those living at the bottom of society, the mere thought of simply surviving is enough to crush their spirits.

Yao Gongyue suddenly remembered when she was hospitalized, her mother and aunt knelt down and begged almost all their relatives to lend her money for her surgery. But no one paid them any attention. In the end, her aunt even ruined her face for that little bit of money...

"Enough!" She grabbed the tableware from the table with her pale fingers, her knuckles turning white and trembling slightly. "I'll eat, don't fire them!"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of curry roasted chicken from in front of him and put it in his mouth, chewing mechanically.

The butler looked at his master with a troubled expression, unsure of how to react. His master was always a man of his word, but he had witnessed firsthand the importance of the young mistress, and things were now uncertain.

"Dasen!" Hong Jin said in a sinister tone, his cold voice revealing neither joy nor anger. "If you're no longer useful, you can resign!"

"Yes, yes, sir, I'll take care of it right away!"

The man is still the same old man, ruthless and cold-blooded.

The next second, guards dressed in plain black came in and took the person away. They didn't even have the courage to plead for him again; the master's anger was truly terrifying.

Yao Gongyue put a piece of chicken in her mouth, chewed it but couldn't swallow it, tears streaming down her face. She glared at Hong Jin hatefully, then suddenly decided to throw caution to the wind, picked up the plate full of curry chicken in front of her and threw it at the man, "I'm not eating it! If you're going to kill me, just do it quickly!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the restaurant without looking back and headed towards the main gate, which was decorated in a strong Khmer style.

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A chilling alarm sounded, and black bulletproof iron doors automatically appeared on both sides of the main gate, closing in tightly. Almost instantly, a squad of armed guards carrying AK47s appeared. Although they were dressed in black, the murderous aura that soldiers had accumulated over the years was still incredibly oppressive.

At this moment, Yao Gongyue's hatred and anger reached their peak. She kicked the black bulletproof door in front of her with all her might. After a loud thud, she fell heavily to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through her foot, and she burst into tears, "Waaah, my foot..."

Pudu had just received a notice from the housekeeper today to come to the inner main building to take on the defense duties. He was already furious. To be made to be a security guard, a captain of a special forces elite team, made him feel extremely wronged. When he heard the alarm, he rushed over, only to find a woman sitting on the ground crying.

He scratched the back of his short hair, raised his hand to signal the team members behind him to stand still, and then stepped forward.

Yao Gongyue's thick, long hair fell down like seaweed, obscuring her beautiful face, which was resting on her knees. At that moment, she was so overwhelmed by the pain that she was only focused on crying and did not notice the man approaching.

"Miss, are you alright?" The young man's deep, hoarse voice, coming from above, was filled with impatience.

"Didn't you see that someone's foot is injured?" Yao Gongyue was angry, but she raised her tearful eyes and shouted at the person who came in with a fierce but childish tone.

The girl's eyes were red, and tears clung to her thick, long eyelashes. Her bright eyes were filled with mist, and her fair, delicate cheeks, as white as jade, were streaked with tears. A few strands of hair clung to them, making her look tragic, broken, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Pudu felt his heart skip a beat, unsure which organ to use to breathe. He felt as if he were walking on clouds, or as if he were being roasted under the scorching sun. His whole body felt hot and tight, from his ears to his neck, and then his entire body was flushed with a light red. His wheat-colored handsome face was as red as a boiled crab.

He had never seen such a beautiful girl; even the fairies painted on the temple walls couldn't compare to one ten-thousandth of her beauty.

"I'm sorry, I, I..." He clenched his fists tightly, his tongue twisting in nervousness, unsure of what to say.

"Waaaaah, it hurts so much, is my leg broken..." Yao Gongyue was still sitting there, crying pitifully. She was wearing a pink sundress, and from a man's perspective, her proud curves were surging and turbulent. Pu Du was handsome, and sweat was seeping from his forehead. He turned his face away, but a second later he turned back and couldn't look away again. His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Do you need me to call a doctor for you?" He hid the gun behind his back, crouched down in front of the girl, and mustered up his courage to ask.

"Yes, yes, yes! Tell the doctor to bring painkillers, or even anesthesia, waaaah, it hurts so much..." The girl cried with tears streaming down her face. Pudu was sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out the walkie-talkie from his waist, and called the doctor over.

"Are you the gentleman's guest? Shall we take you to the lounge first?" he asked patiently as always.

"I'm just a pet!" She struggled to get up, but fell hard to the ground again halfway up.