Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

A fierce gunfight broke out in the suburbs of Phnom Penh. Except for two leaders, all the armed drug traffickers were sniped on the spot. The usually low-key and mysterious Prince Jin left without a trace, keeping his achievements hidden. Only Hong Jie was left to face the media and local officials to give a "detailed" account of the details and results of the raid.

Hong Jin's private residence, second-floor bedroom.

Since returning, Yao Gongyue had been sitting on the bed without saying a word, her eyes closed as if she were asleep, her mind filled with countless thoughts.

Something's wrong, nothing's right.

Hong Jin, Wu Meng, Hong Jie... Every person she met and every event she experienced went beyond her understanding of what constitutes a "rich person".

If Hong Jin was merely the son of a high-ranking official, why would Wu Meng, as the deputy commander of the Myanmar Allied Army, need his help? And why would they have such a good relationship?

Hong Jin sells arms and kills people with guns, yet no one dares to do anything about it. He claims that his father's official rank is higher than Wu Meng's. How high must that rank be?

She had been in a daze, only thinking about escaping, and hadn't paid attention to these details at all. But this time, being kidnapped, she had no choice but to think about these things.

Those people were clearly desperate criminals. How could she possibly offend them while she was in a foreign country? The only possibility was that they had kidnapped her because of Hong Jincai.

Once is never enough; if Hong Jin truly holds a high position, then he will have more than just this one group of enemies, both overt and covert. She was lucky today, but what about next time? And the time after that? There will always be a time when someone gets the better of her.

Suddenly, the girl, having sorted out her thoughts, opened her eyes wide. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her heart pounded, and tears instantly welled up in her bright eyes. Her slender white hands twisted the edge of the silk quilt, trembling slightly.

Rich people live in dangerous places; if you have no money, no power, and no brains, you'll surely lose your life if you continue like this.

Da Jiao and Xiao Jiao are both in poor health. Their family even sold their house for their sake. If they were to die out there, without a doubt, their old age would be miserable and helpless.

The thought of her mother and aunt, their hair white and their clothes tattered, standing in the cold wind, helpless and subjected to humiliation, made even breathing painful. Her long fingernails dug into her flesh, drawing blood.

Zhi acridine~

The door was carefully pushed open from the outside, and Hong Jin walked in with a glass of milk.

Seeing that her lips were pale, her whole body was trembling, and tears were streaming down her face, her handsome eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and her thin lips were pressed into a straight line, he put down the cup and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Let go!" He pried open her fingers, which were tightly gripping the blanket, one by one. Seeing blood seeping from her palms, his dark eyes grew even more gloomy. He opened the bedside table, took out a first-aid kit, and carefully treated her wounds.

"Are you angry?" The guilty man finally spoke slowly after the wound was treated.

He had expected her to make a scene when she woke up. After all, given her timid and cowardly nature, if she were kidnapped, regardless of whether it was her fault, she would only vent her anger on herself.

"I want to go home!" She was too lazy to argue with him anymore and simply got straight to the point.

"Okay, we'll go back after the wedding!" Hong Jin sighed deeply and reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"I don't want to marry you!" she said, her pale lips moving each word with unwavering resolve.

"You can only marry me, baby!" The man paid no attention to her resistance. He brushed the stray hairs behind her ear with his long fingers, and gently stroked her fair face with his thumb. His black pupils reflected the girl's stubborn and broken tears.

"No!" Yao Gongyue's breathing quickened, her lower lip trembling slightly. "I don't love you! I can't marry you!"

She rarely showed such firmness and resolve, and even less so openly expressed that she didn't love him.

Despite knowing the truth and having made ample preparations, Hong Jin still felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart, tearing and manipulating it until it was bloody and mangled, the moment he heard those words.

A brief silence ensued...

"But you don't love anyone else either, do you?" The man's lips curled slightly, his tone cold and indifferent. He leaned down, his massive shadow enveloping her. He grasped her small hands hanging at her sides, bracing himself against her, trapping her within a small space.

"Yao Gongyue, I know perfectly well that you won't fall in love easily, but if you were to fall in love with a man in this life, that man could only be me, Hong Jin!" His gaze was intense, almost touching, his thin lips moving, his voice low and tinged with a hint of anger.

"It would be best if you loved me, but if you didn't, it's fine if you stayed and lived your life obediently. I won't ask for anything else, but there's only one thing: you can't even think about leaving. That's my bottom line!"

The man's large, well-defined hand lifted her delicate chin, slowly drawing closer, brooking no refusal. She had nowhere to escape, meeting his wolfish gaze directly. "Whether you love me or not, you can only be mine!"

His breathing gradually became heavy, and Yao Gongyue could feel the surging emotions in his chest, but he controlled himself very well, even the fingers that were pinching her chin were neither too tight nor too loose.

"Baby, don't be like Ouyang Zhen. A stubborn woman isn't cute, hmm?" As he uttered the last word, his thin lips were almost touching hers, his voice still carrying a hint of sharpness, yet he had to lower himself to coax her.

"I promise, this won't happen again. No one can hurt you, baby. Be a good girl and think about what style of wedding you like, okay? I'll have Auntie La arrange for a designer to come over, and you can choose for yourself."

Yao Gongyue gazed at him quietly with her beautiful eyes. His pupils reflected her own face, clear and pale, and a sense of sorrow welled up in his heart.

"Why? Hong Jin? I don't understand, why does it have to be me? With your looks and qualities, you could have any woman you want, why won't you let me go?" She clutched the bed sheet beside her, the pink embroidery twisted into deep wrinkles.

"Why can't it be you? When a man loves a woman, what's the question?" Hong Jin's eyes held a smile, but it wasn't out of joy; instead, it was tinged with deep weariness. He gently brushed away her falling tears with his thumb.

"I love you just as you never loved me, just as ruthless, just as willing to die for you!"

"It's different, Hong Jin, it's different!" The sorrowful girl stared at him with teary eyes, shaking her head in despair. "You have a choice, but I don't. On my back are the futures of my mother and aunt. My life can't withstand even the slightest change. Don't you understand? Don't be so cruel, let me go back!"

She grabbed the man's strong arm and pleaded, "We're not right for each other, we're really not right for each other. Forcing it will only result in both of us being hurt. You don't care, you can afford to lose, but I can't, I really can't!"

Hong Jin didn't move, letting her pull him along. His handsome face was as dark as night, his jawline taut. Although his expression remained calm, the slight trembling in his pupils and the intense gaze fixed on her betrayed his composure.

"Baby, from the moment you provoked me, from the moment I allowed you to provoke me, you had nowhere to escape, understand? Perhaps you've never truly understood what kind of man I am, but unfortunately, you have no way out, and neither do I!"

Let you go back?

Are you suggesting I marry another man, live with another man, and have another man's children?

Yuebao, you really don't understand me at all.

Yao Gongyue looked at the man in front of her. He was still handsome and noble, but he also had a kind of obsessiveness and morbidity that she had never noticed before.

She twitched her fingers, subconsciously licked her lips, and felt a strange palpitation.

"Here, have some milk!" Hong Jin sighed, picked her up and held her in his arms. She was small and nestled in his arms, her whole body enveloped by his presence.

The cool rim of the cup touched her lips. She had no choice but to open her mouth, take a sip, and then reach out to take the cup back. "I'll drink it myself!"