Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Bustling downtown area, shopping mall...

An excessively beautiful girl, with black hair and a red dress, flamboyant and radiant. Her beauty is never subtle, but extremely aggressive, especially when she deliberately doesn't hide it, her beauty is even more lawless and domineering.

The man beside her was dressed in black, tall and slender, with a sharp, short haircut and a cold, hard demeanor. The two attracted a lot of attention as soon as they appeared in the mall.

Yao Gongyue kept her eyes straight ahead, deliberately walking forward arrogantly, displaying a willful and disdainful attitude.

She deliberately tries to grab attention and make a scene to draw people's attention, only in this way can she make people who want to find her notice.

Passing by department store counters, I buy whatever is expensive, wishing I could clear out all the old stock that has been piling up on the sales counters for years.

Nuohan was extremely sensitive to gazes, and the stares around him made him very unhappy. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, beckoned his subordinate over, gave him a few instructions, and then continued to follow behind the little ancestor to swipe his card.

"Why didn't you stop me from spending so much money?" Two hours later, Yao Gongyue finally got bored. No matter what she bought, the man would silently ask someone to pack it up and then swipe his card, like an emotionless machine. She stared at the man with her beautiful eyes and asked.

"Are you hungry? How about we grab something to eat before we go shopping?" Nuohan's gaze remained fixed on her, unwilling to look away for even a second.

"I'm asking you a question!" Yao Gongyue never expected that one day she would actually fail in her attempts to cause trouble. This man was simply sent by God to specifically antagonize her.

"Is that a lot?" Nuohan frowned seriously and thought for a moment, then fixed his dark eyes on the girl in front of him, his thin lips opening and closing, "Not much, not even half a million US dollars. I like you spending my money, Moon!"

Yao Gongyue was exasperated, and the arrogant expression on her face almost crumbled. "Which landlord's foolish son are you? Does your father know how wasteful you are?"

“If you want it,” Nuohan said with a hint of doting affection in his eyes, “you can buy this shopping mall!”

“My father is dead. Even if he were still alive, he wouldn’t care about me!” the man explained earnestly, his large hand gently draped over her back. “Let’s go eat. I’ll have someone talk to the mall owner!”

He remembered every word the doctor told him: she had to eat on time, she couldn't be hungry or too full, she couldn't eat spicy or stimulating foods, and she definitely couldn't eat anything hard.

Whenever he thinks back to what the doctor said a few days ago—that her health was very poor, that she had undergone major surgery before, and that part of her spleen had been removed—it feels as if his heart has been ripped out of his chest and roasted over a raging fire, or boiled in a frying pan.

He didn't dare ask her if she had been tormented by Hong Jie before, afraid that she would remember those painful memories. He could only secretly plan in his heart how to kill the entire Hong family to avenge his little moon. Then he would do his best to treat her well, pamper her, and ensure that she would never suffer any more harm.

"Big brother, grandpa!" Yao Gongyue shook her head helplessly, "No need, no need, there's no need for that. I admit defeat, fine, I'm a bumpkin, I don't deserve it!"

"You don't deserve it!" Nuohan looked at her intently, his wolfish eyes filled with displeasure. "Moon, you deserve all the good things in this world!"

Which primitive tribe did he grow up in? Is there no internet there?

Yao Gongyue was completely defeated, and pouted, "Thank you! Let's go eat!"

"Don't be so polite with me, everything I have is yours!" Nuo Han strode towards the elevator, his large hand hovering around her waist, hesitant to actually put his arm around her, afraid she would refuse or scare her.

"My mother taught me from a young age that I shouldn't accept things from strangers," the bright young girl said casually.

“No, not casually. I’m not a stranger; I’m your future husband!” the man emphasized seriously.

"I agreed?"

You will say yes!

"You're amazing!"

Nuohan pursed his lips and remained silent, in a great mood. Little Moon was so cute, and had such a good personality; even when she was angry, she was gentle and kind.

He still remembered witnessing two prostitutes in Thailand fighting and swearing at each other over business, making a complete fool of themselves. Little Moon, on the other hand, was gentle and mild-mannered, like a cat.

Hidden in a corner opposite, several burly men were using all their strength to subdue the eldest son, whose eyes were blazing with fury and who was fuming with rage.

"Ah Jin, calm down. Going out now will only alert the enemy and ruin the plan!" Hong Jie's arm was still wrapped in bandages, but he had to use his other hand to suppress the beast that was about to break free of its restraints.

From childhood to adulthood, this cousin has always had an aloof, cold, and distant demeanor, making it difficult for people to understand what he is thinking. It is quite rare to see him so furious and panicked.

"Get lost, shut the hell up! It wasn't your wife who got stolen, so stop spouting nonsense!"

Hong Jin's eyes were bloodshot, his heart burning with rage. He had already lost his mind the moment Nuo Han laid a hand on his Yue Bao.

I knew this little thing was heartless, but I never imagined she had no heart at all. In just a few days, she dared to let other men get close, dared to let other men spend money on her, dared to act coquettishly towards other men, and even dressed up so beautifully…

Yao Gongyue, you might as well just shoot me and give me a quick death...

Hong Jin was filled with fear and rage. His eyelids twitched, his hands and feet turned cold, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. After briefly losing consciousness, he suddenly pulled out his M1911 pistol from his back waist, cocked it, and was about to rush out to fight.

What a damn meticulous plan, what a damn two birds with one stone, he's lost his wife, what a load of crap.

Seeing his dark and gloomy face, like a murderous demon, Hong Jie knew something was wrong and that he was about to do something reckless. He quickly ordered his men to stop his cousin and used his own chest to block the gun barrel. "Wu Meng's side is not ready yet. A Jin, Yueyue is not so easily coaxed away."

Hong Jin's blood was churning, and she couldn't hear anything anyone was saying. "She may not be easily fooled, but she has no heart. Ah Jie, she'll trick that man into helping her escape. Once she's gone, she'll never come back!"

Hong Jin's chest heaved violently, as if his heart and liver were about to turn into a wisp of smoke and evaporate into the air, leaving no trace. His eyes were bloodshot with urgency, like a beast released from its cage, recklessly shouting, "Get out of my way! If Yuebao is lost, I'll blow you all up!"

"Ah Jin, Ah Jin!" Hong Jie desperately tried to stop him, and also tried to persuade himself, "Wait a little longer. If we rush out like this, what if those thugs use Yueyue to force you to submit? Yueyue is in their hands, we can't take any risks."

Slowly, slowly, the man's struggles gradually loosened. Then, he abruptly pulled his arms out, stretching his limbs backward. His dark eyes grew even more deep and terrifying, his handsome face taut. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few deep drags.

"Listen up, everyone! When you make your move, kill them all on sight, leave no survivors! I don't want any confessions!"

Hong Jie's heart sank. "Ah Jin, if word gets out about this, you'll be in jail!"

In war, the principle is to surrender without killing. He ordered no survivors, and since it was in another country, if something went wrong, no one would be in a good place.

"I'll be the one going to jail, you guys just follow orders!" the man said, throwing away his cigarette butt and striding out.

"Where are you going?" Hong Jie asked, frowning as he pressed his taut arm, which was covered in a laceration.

"The kitchen! Yuebao's eating is so refined, I have to go check it out!"