Chapter 112: Chapter 109: She Suddenly Shows Weakness and Dependence on Him 3
Rong Mochen squinted his eyes, his stern expression revealing nothing, as cold as ice, without any emotion.
Jian Liangtong found it too difficult to guess what the big boss was thinking; she couldn’t understand!
Yet, she faintly felt that Jin Jumo might face repercussions later, making her shiver apprehensively.
After Jin Jiancheng’s surgery, he went straight into the ICU. Jin Jumo, dressed in sterile clothing, stayed in the ICU for half an hour before being asked to leave.
When Jin Jumo came out, he still wore a look of fear. He looked at Ying Jingyao and said, "Brother Ying, when will my grandfather be able to transfer from the ICU to a regular ward?"
"We have to wait until Mr. Jin wakes up and checks out okay," Ying Jingyao patiently explained.
Jin Jumo nodded, "Then when will my grandfather likely wake up?"
"Mr. Jin had the surgery while he was already unconscious. The heart, just transplanted into him, needs time to adjust and recover its functions. I gave him sedatives to help his heart recover. So Mr. Jin will need to sleep for several more days," Ying Jingyao said.
Hearing these words, Jin Jumo finally let out a sigh of relief, and her face broke into a smile, "Thank you, Brother Ying."
"You’ve said thank you to me many times today," Ying Jingyao quipped, looking at Jin Jumo with a bit of teasing in his eyes.
Jin Jumo’s face flushed slightly, but she still said, "But really, thank you."
Ying Jingyao raised an eyebrow lightly, not saying anything more.
"Ju Zi." Jian Liangtong’s low voice came from the side, sounding a bit furtive.
Jin Jumo paused blankly and looked over, only to see Jian Liangtong winking exaggeratedly at her.
Jin Jumo blinked in confusion and followed her gaze, and when she saw Rong Mochen standing coldly aside, her eyes suddenly shrank.
But it was then that Rong Mochen suddenly turned and strode forward.
Jin Jumo looked at his straight and broad back, reacting instinctively before her consciousness, and stepped forward to chase him.
The warm presence in Ying Jingyao’s eyes was blown away by the cold wind brought by Jin Jumo brushing past him, casting a shadow of gloom and desolation over his face.
Jian Liangtong looked at Ying Jingyao like this and sighed within her heart.
Jin Jumo followed Rong Mochen all the way, thinking he was leaving, only to find him turning into the smoking room.
Her feet hesitated at the door of the smoking room for a while before Jin Jumo finally walked in.
Rong Mochen was holding a cigarette between his lips, softly inhaling, letting the smoke drift from his nose and lips, casting a haze over his stern features.
He furrowed his brows, staring unblinkingly at Jin Jumo, his eyes deep like an abyss.
Jin Jumo squeezed her palms, her tear-swollen eyes curving slightly as she walked over to him in small steps, "Today, thank you, Mr. Rong, for being with me."
Rong Mochen said nothing, still staring intently at Jin Jumo with a blank expression.
Jin Jumo swallowed, standing firmly before him, looking up at him, "Mr. Rong, are you hungry?"
The items she bought from the supermarket had been untouched by anyone, so from morning till now, around thirteen or fourteen hours, no one had eaten anything.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows tightly, holding the cigarette between his long, bony fingers, his dark lashes silently lowered, taking intermittent drags without saying a word.
Jin Jumo inexplicably felt a bit anxious, awkwardly tugging at her lips, "Let me treat Mr. Rong to dinner... okay?"
"..." Only then did Rong Mochen lift his gaze to look at Jin Jumo, though he still said nothing, instead, he flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray, extinguishing it.
Jin Jumo thought this action of his was a tacit agreement and felt slightly relieved.
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, subconsciously explaining, "I cried because I was too happy, not because he was in front of me, that’s when I cry. I didn’t expect him to hug me, and Brother Ying just wanted to comfort me, without other intentions. I smiled, too, because I was happy... "
Rong Mochen’s gaze fixed on her gently trembling eyelashes, his usually cold voice softening a bit, "This is the first time I’ve seen you cry."
Jin Jumo’s cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink, feeling somewhat embarrassed, "I don’t usually like to cry."
"Hmm. Don’t cry anymore in the future. Especially, don’t cry in front of other men; it displeases me." Rong Mochen furrowed his brow, his voice low.
When Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen returned outside the ICU, Ying Jingyao had already left, leaving Jian Liangtong and Huo Shaojun sitting on the bench in the corridor waiting for them.
Jian Liangtong looked at Rong Mochen holding Jin Jumo’s hands, her pretty eyes narrowing slightly, and when she saw Jin Jumo deliberately tug her turtleneck up over her face, she gave her a cheeky smile.
Jin Jumo was more collected than Jian Liangtong; receiving Jian Liangtong’s meaningful smile, she only lightly lowered her eyes and looked towards Huo Shaojun, "Shall we go out for some food together?"
Huo Shaojun raised an eyebrow, indicating he had no objections, looking at Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong stood up grinning, "Are you treating or is the big boss treating?"
Jin Jumo glanced at Jian Liangtong, "What do you think?"
"What I think is..."
Jian Liangtong’s gaze was mischievous, rolling between Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen, finally, she cheekily said, "I say it doesn’t matter who treats between you two, after all, heh heh..."
You’re almost family now, so does it matter who treats whom, right?
Jin Jumo blushed and glared at her irritably, "Neither of us will treat, you do it."
Jian Liangtong was taken aback and huffed, "You haven’t even married him yet, and you’re already saving money for the big boss?"
"..." Jin Jumo’s ears turned red, feeling a bit like wanting to swallow Jian Liangtong whole!
Rong Mochen glanced at Jian Liangtong calmly, "What do you want to eat?"
"..." Jian Liangtong was stunned, looking at Rong Mochen with anxiety, "B-big boss, are you talking to me?"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, unusually not ignoring someone, "Yes."
Jian Liangtong’s eyes lit up suddenly, her excited little face twitching, acting reserved as she pinched the corner of her clothes, "I’m not picky, anything’s fine."
"..." Jin Jumo shivered, "Anything’s fine? Should I go make you some instant noodles then?"
"Look at you, you’re trying to save money for the big boss again, aren’t you?" Jian Liangtong said with disdain, looking at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo was frustrated, "Jian Liangtong, you idiot!"
Jian Liangtong stuck her tongue out at her.
Rong Mochen looked down gently at the blushing Jin Jumo, his lips curled slightly, "How about we eat at Yulong Residence?"
Jian Liangtong thought he was asking her opinion, and was about to agree happily, but when she looked up, she realized he wasn’t even looking at her. She pouted, feeling a bit deflated.
Jin Jumo didn’t look at him, she just muttered a sound of agreement.
"Let’s go." Rong Mochen naturally tightened his grip on Jin Jumo’s hand, his dark eyes glancing over at Jian Liangtong.
When Jian Liangtong noticed his gaze, she nodded eagerly, her feet practically dancing with joy as she hurried to follow.
When she reached Jin Jumo, she found that neither Rong Mochen nor Jin Jumo had moved. She blinked in confusion, "Aren’t we... going?"
Jin Jumo looked at Jian Liangtong with an exasperated expression, "Idiot!"
"..." What’s with the name-calling? Jian Liangtong pouted, refraining from retorting because of Rong Mochen’s presence.
Jin Jumo helplessly rubbed her forehead, turned with Rong Mochen, and left.
Jian Liangtong followed them dejectedly, step by step. After walking a short distance, she inadvertently caught sight of Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen’s clasped hands, suddenly stopped, and turned around.
Huo Shaojun’s face was gloomy, as dark as if ink could be scraped off, staring sharply at Jian Liangtong, looking like he might pounce on her and tear her apart at any moment!
Jian Liangtong’s heart froze, unable to force a smile or tears, her face embarrassedly pitiful as she looked at Huo Shaojun.
Huo Shaojun brushed past Jian Liangtong like the wind, with no pause at all.
Jian Liangtong bit her lip, frustratedly smacked her head, and turned to chase after him.
Brazenly attempting to grab Huo Shaojun’s hand, she got coldly shrugged off. Panicking, she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his, apologizing in a small, timid voice, "I didn’t mean to forget you, I..."
"Pfft..." Jin Jumo couldn’t help it and burst out laughing.
This girl’s behavior was a classic case of ’covering up the fact that there are no silver coins here,’ clearly showing Huo Shaojun that she just forgot about him!
Hearing Jin Jumo’s ’mockery’, Jian Liangtong immediately realized her slip of the tongue, blushing with panic, "That’s not what I meant, little brother, I meant to say I didn’t forget you. I thought you were following, but then..."
"Stand up straight for me!" Huo Shaojun’s temper rose as he listened, forcefully withdrawing his arm, ordering harshly.
Jian Liangtong’s face stiffened, pouting as if she was about to cry.
Huo Shaojun didn’t look at her, walking ahead with a cold expression.
Jian Liangtong, like a little tail, followed behind him all the way to Yulong Residence, her mouth continuously apologizing.
The car stopped at the entrance of Yulong Residence, Huo Shaojun was the first to get out, and Jian Liangtong quickly followed, grabbing the corner of his coat, nervously fearing he would shake her off.
Seeing this, Jin Jumo frowned, feeling that Huo Shaojun’s temper was a bit too much. She had listened to Jian Liangtong apologize all the way, yet there was still no change in his expression, making it hard not to find it overbearing. She frowned looking at Rong Mochen, "Is Huo Shaojun always so unforgiving?"
Rong Mochen was startled, squinting his eyes before pushing the car door open and getting out.
Jin Jumo also got out of the car afterward.
Rong Mochen handed the car keys to the valet, and walked around the front of the car towards Jin Jumo, stretching out a hand to her.
Jin Jumo naturally placed her hand in Rong Mochen’s, so natural that it seemed right without a hint of awkwardness or discomfort.
Of course, she herself didn’t notice.
Rong Mochen tightened his grip on her hand and finally said, "Shao Yun usually is understanding and polite to people. But your friend here is an exception."
Understanding and polite to people?
Jin Jumo sneered, muttering, "Didn’t notice."
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, looking down at Jin Jumo’s face, which was full of indignation for her friend, his lips curling but he said nothing.