Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Nuohan thought she really wanted to teach him, so he listened attentively. Unexpectedly, she blurted out, "Why don't you just take me home? Is there anyone in this world who can take better care of me than my mother? Right?"

No, of course it's wrong.

How could I possibly let her go back?

The man's voice was deep and husky, carrying a hint of domineering authority, "No! You can't go anywhere!"

Yao Gongyue's ears rang, her breathing became heavier, her small hands gripped the bed sheet tightly, she swallowed hard, and tried to appear calm, "Look, look, you're so stubborn! Let me finish!"

She adjusted her expression, secretly observing the man's expression out of the corner of her eye, and began to speak earnestly and persuasively.

"There's an old saying in China: an orange is only an orange if it's grown in the south, but if it's grown in the north, it becomes a squash. Different environments nurture different people. Do you know how my stomach got so bad? It's all because of that bastard Hong Jie. He tormented me, wouldn't let me go back, and fed me food that wasn't suitable for me. I couldn't adapt to the new environment, and that's why I got sick!"

Yao Gongyue made up a bunch of lies without any remorse. "So, Nuohan, you can't be like him. Forcing girls is wrong, it's bad. You're a hero who did what's right, you can't be a bad person, right?"

She looked expectantly at the man opposite her with bright eyes, her heart pounding like a drum.

The air around them grew thicker, and a faint gloom settled over the man's deep, handsome face. He pursed his lips and said, "Are you feeling better? If you're alright, let's go home!"

Not responding?

Yao Gongyue frowned, unable to suppress her anger. "I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

"I heard!"

"If you heard me, why don't you say something?"

"Ok!"

"What do you mean?"

It made a sound!

Yao Gongyue, "..."

She was so angry with this man that her mind went blank. She grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at him, yelling, "Are you made of wood?"

Nuohan, with a cold face, caught the pillow with his large hand and threw it aside. "Since you can pick up the pillow, it seems you're alright. Let's go home!" After saying that, without waiting for her reaction, he directly lifted the quilt, picked her up horizontally, and walked straight out.

"Nohan, what's wrong with you? Put me down! Who gave you permission to hug me?" The furious girl pounded her fists on the man, but the overly strong man felt nothing. He continued walking out with a straight face, not even frowning.

"When you crashed into my car and tried to extort money from me, you didn't ask for my permission. When you stole my heart, you didn't ask for my permission either. So, whether you allow it or not is not important to me!"

She never knew such twisted logic existed in the world—what did it mean that she had stolen his heart? Where could she find a place to reason with him?

"Waaaaah... You've gone too far..." She truly understood the meaning of the saying that you can never reason with an unreasonable person.

The only solution now is to fight fire with fire, to be even more unreasonable than him.

Yao Gongyue closed her eyes and howled, wishing that everyone in the hospital could hear the commotion and that someone would call the police.

“You can give it a try!” the man said as he walked, a playful smile on his lips. “This is Yangon. Even if the police come, you don’t speak Burmese. Let’s guess who they’ll listen to?”

"Nuohan, killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground, don't be so arrogant!" The girl bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her face.

"Since you're unwilling to teach me how to take care of you and make you happy, then go ahead and cry. Even if you ruin your eyes from crying, I can afford to take care of them. At worst, I'll take you everywhere I go!"

He realized that this little girl was impervious to both soft and hard approaches, and was trying to fool him like a fool. Since that was the case, he could only do things his own way; there was no way he would let her go back.

……

A bedroom on the top floor of the Prime Minister's residence in Phnom Penh, surrounded by welded iron mesh.

By the window, a man with stray hair covering his eyebrows and covered in blood sat on the ground, surrounded by cigarette butts, medicine, and bandages scattered about.

The eldest son has gone mad, and no one dares to approach him, not even doctors or servants. After the eldest son nearly strangled a guard and fled with a gun, no one in the entire mansion dared to enter this bedroom.

Hong Jin rested one hand on his knee, his eyes bloodshot and his face expressionless. He inserted another finger into a wound that had just healed, twisting it as he let the hot blood drip down his arm and onto the ground, slowly accumulating...

He was gambling, gambling that his grandfather and father would soften their hearts, gambling that they wouldn't be willing to let their carefully nurtured heir die.

It's been a week already, which is the longest he can negotiate. If he doesn't go to Yuebao soon, she'll really get angry and leave him for another man. After all, that little thing has never had any conscience.

No, Yuebao, if you dare betray me, then nobody else should live...

He gripped the knife harder and harder, and more and more blood flowed. He knew that the surveillance camera in some corner of the bedroom must be transmitting the current scene to his grandfather's and father's phone screens.

Hongpa and Hongsang could never have imagined that their eldest grandson, who was well past the age of being foolish, would actually take a gun and lead a special forces team to Myanmar to intercept someone for the sake of a woman. If it weren't for their subordinates secretly reporting the situation for fear of causing a major incident, news of military clashes between Japan and Myanmar would probably be all over the world by now.

I intended to control the person at the airport first, but I never expected that this audacious son would dare to attack the guards who came to dissuade him. Hong Sang was furious. Such an impulsive, bold, and reckless heir is a disaster for the family. It seems that I have been too lenient with this rebellious son in the past.

They had his gun taken away, and a dozen elite guards launched a relentless attack, killing him without holding them accountable. Hong Jin was beaten and dragged back to the Prime Minister's residence, where he was imprisoned.

Unexpectedly, the rebellious son, whose spirit surged, refused medical treatment. The servants approached him and deliberately opened his wounds every day, fighting for his life.

He has always been a reckless and unruly person. No matter how noble and gentle he appears on the outside, he is just as stubborn and violent on the inside. However, over the years, his excellence, composure, and ease have made everyone forget that the true nature of the young master Jin is that of a devilish devil. Only Hongpa and Hongsang know that this eldest son, born into privilege and immersed in power and money for many years, has long been cold-hearted and indifferent to all worldly desires.

He didn't care, so he was incredibly audacious. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Only those descendants of the Hong family with a wolf-like nature could handle the coldness of the pinnacle of power. But now, he had an obsession, and it was with a woman.

People like them, once they have an obsession, once they have something they want, they have a weakness, a weakness that everyone can see at a glance, a weakness that everyone can use to force them to compromise at gunpoint.

Therefore, they had to be ruthless and put their rebellious son back on the whetstone.

Hong Jin knew in his heart that Yuebao's sudden abduction shattered all his plans and exposed all his schemes and purposes to the family.

Remodeling or abandoning—they were gambling, and so was he.

Whoever is ruthless will win; once they win, they will win every time. No one is willing to compromise.

Drop by drop, blood trickled down his arm, slowly forming a thin line that flowed outwards along the base of the wall. The vivid red, even through the screen, felt like sulfuric acid, searing the hearts of the two wolf kings sitting in the study.