Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

The next day, the sky was bright and the morning breeze was gentle.

Yao Gongyue was snuggled in the blankets, sleeping soundly. Her husband, who had been busy for two hours after getting up early, sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the little one out of the blankets. "It's nine o'clock, baby. Get up and eat something before you go back to sleep!"

The girl in his arms was as limp as a puddle of mud, completely numb, her body supported only by the man's large hands.

"Listen to me, if you sleep until eleven o'clock, your stomach will definitely hurt! I have to go back to Phnom Penh tonight, and I can't take you with me this time. I don't know when I'll be back. Can you get up and spend a little more time with me?"

Upon hearing that he was leaving, Yao Gongyue's eyes snapped open. Although her mind was still reeling, her mouth spoke first, "You're leaving?"

"With your performance, I'll assume you want to keep me! I've always been weak-willed when it comes to your requests!" Hong Jin said, half-jokingly, as he embraced her.

Yao Gongyue sneered, "Then why is your willpower so unwavering when it comes to my request to go home?"

"I'm afraid you'll take advantage of me and then abandon me. You have no conscience; you slept with me but don't want to take responsibility." As he spoke, the man helped her put on her clothes, socks, and slippers, then pushed her to the bathroom to wash up.

"You're the worst person I've ever met, really, Hong Jin!" She didn't even bother to curse, just muttered lazily.

Hong Jin squeezed toothpaste onto the toothbrush and handed it to her, saying, "Brush your teeth!"

He rolled his eyes at him, took the toothbrush, and listlessly shoved it into his mouth.

Hong Jin's phone rang, but he calmly pressed the answer button.

"Ah Jin, Zhenzhen ran away! Ouyang Xu took advantage of me being away fighting and called in mercenaries who kidnapped Zhenzhen. I'm dead, Ah Jin, I'm dead..."

Wu Meng's hoarse voice was like that of a beast in its twilight years on the grasslands, filled with a deep sense of tragedy and helplessness, as well as a sense of utter despair. "A-Jin, she's pregnant. She's carrying my child. I'm going to kill her. No, I'm going to skin Ouyang Xu alive." The person on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth, and his heavy breathing could be clearly heard even through the receiver.

"Don't be impulsive, Meng!" Hong Jinjun's face was dark and his jaw was taut as he advised his good brother, "You should be glad that the person who kidnapped her was Ouyang Xu, not a henchman of the Yangon military government."

The man paused, giving his good friend a few seconds to calm down. "She's carrying your child. No matter where you go, she'll still be your wife, Meng. What man doesn't make his wife angry? As long as you love her and pamper her, one day she'll come back, see how good you are, and live a good life with you."

He knew that at this moment, his good brother wouldn't listen to anything about prioritizing the big picture or planning ahead. No man could remain rational after being betrayed by his wife, so he could only try his best to comfort him.

“No, Ajin, she’ll never see my good points. She’ll only hate me, despise me, and stay away from me.” Wu Meng’s voice choked with sobs. “I didn’t dare tell her about the pregnancy. I just said it was a side effect of the medication the doctor prescribed. But she went back, and now it can’t be hidden anymore. Ajin, she can’t accept my child, and neither can Ouyang Xu. They’ll kill him…”

"Then go and snatch them back, Meng," his voice was devoid of any emotion, and after two seconds, he continued.

"If Ouyang Xu dares to kill your son, then don't be polite to him. If Ouyang Zhen can't tolerate your son, then she has no right to be your woman. Just consider yourself blind. A real man has nothing to worry about when he can't have a wife."

"No, Ah Jin, I can't bear to, I really can't bear to. It's my fault, I was greedy and hurt her. It's right that she hates me." The voice on the other end gradually weakened, like the mournful cry of a wild beast, making the scene even more desolate.

"That woman isn't on your side. She'll cause trouble sooner or later. In my opinion, it's better that she's gone. You've loved her, spoiled her, and been hurt. If you're not meant to be, there's nothing anyone can do. Let it go, Meng. There's no going back on the path you've chosen!"

Hong Jin sighed deeply, took long strides, pulled out a cigarette as he walked, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and the bluish-white smoke slowly rose, blurring his handsome features, his expression unchanging. "A Meng, I can only offer a few words of advice about your situation. I can't truly empathize with you. I can't let you go, and I can't be ruthless enough, so just bear it!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone and sat alone on the sofa, his eyes dark and motionless.

He understood Wu Meng; this time, he was truly heartbroken. He also knew that Wu Meng wouldn't abandon the Wu family and the army at this crucial juncture to run to China to find Ouyang Zhen. People like them were ingrained in their nature to weigh the pros and cons and act with purpose. They could compromise temporarily, but they would never sacrifice the greater good for a small gain.

However, if the Wu family father and son really seize power, and Wu Meng becomes the Crown Prince of Burma, and his son is killed by the Ouyang siblings, given Wu Meng's personality, he will not hesitate to retaliate once he has the opportunity.

Everything is ordained by Heaven and cannot be interfered with by human power.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution?" The little fairy walked over angrily, stood in front of him, crossed her arms, and glared at him fiercely.

"The Ouyang siblings killed my nephew and they're not afraid of retribution, so why should I be afraid?" The man leaned back, crossed his legs, took out a cigarette with his long, slender fingers, and looked up at her with his handsome eyes.

"Zhenzhen is a victim, and you still advised your scoundrel brother to rob and kill her. Is there anyone in the world worse or more ruthless than you?"

“Yes, baby!” Hong Jin’s lips curled up, still looking at her with that roguish air.

"Really? Who is it? Tell me, let this fairy broaden my horizons!" She arrogantly tossed her long hair, sat down opposite him, threw her slippers towards the man, raised her chin provocatively, and then curled up on the sofa.

“This is me after I lost you, baby. You better not expect to see it, it’s ugly!” Hong Jin bent down, adjusted her bunny slippers with the hand holding the cigarette, walked over, placed them on the carpet in front of her, and sat down next to her.

Yao Gongyue never expected him to say that, and she stood there stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with grievance.

"Alright, stop getting angry so easily!" Hong Jin chuckled when he saw her about to throw a tantrum, and pinched her rosy cheek. "Let's go eat!"

“But we’ll have to separate sooner or later, Hong Jin. Even if you don’t want to admit it, you know in your heart that there won’t be a good outcome for us!” She was holding a cushion, burying her chin in it, her thick hair hanging down on both sides, and her clear black and white eyes staring straight at him.

"Why do you have such thoughts?" The man frowned slightly, his handsome face full of confusion.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" she retorted, clearly disdainful of his feigned ignorance.

"I'm all ears!" The man stubbed out his cigarette, his dark eyes fixed on her.

"Leaving aside all the despicable things you've done, just considering your status and position, would your family allow you to be with a woman who has no power or influence? The class barrier is an insurmountable chasm. You are a wicked member of the bourgeoisie, and I am a descendant of the proletariat. I was born to overthrow you. We are class enemies and mortal foes!"

"Are you sure you want to discuss class struggle with me?"

Yao Gongyue, "..."

"Think of another excuse!" He leaned closer to her, one large hand resting on the back of the sofa. Yao Gongyue was half-encircled by him, their breaths mingling. Hong Jin looked at her with a smile, playing with a strand of her hair in his hand.

"Wipe your drool off, your eyes are practically drooling!" She pulled her hair back in disgust, glared at him, and pushed him back.

The scoundrel grinned even more wickedly, "What can I do? My baby is just too good-looking!"