Chapter 116: Chapter 113: Even More Refined Than a Woman 1
Among these men’s clothes, there was a pitiably small row of women’s clothing. There were about twenty sets, but compared to the men’s clothes, it seemed pathetically scarce, almost a little shabby.
Jin Jumo licked her lips, her eyes swept over the tie cabinet, tie knot cabinet, tie clip cabinet, watch cabinet, and belt cabinet by the door. Her mouth couldn’t help but twitch, marveling at how a man could live more exquisitely than a woman, so much so that it made her feel ashamed as a woman.
"In a few days, I’ll have someone convert the guest room next door into a dressing room, so we’ll have to share for the time being." A deep male voice unexpectedly came from beside her ear, and Jin Jumo was so startled that her shoulders shrank. She turned her head in alarm to look at the man who had entered without her noticing.
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo’s blushing face, "After the health check today, someone will come here to customize clothes for you. Just tell them what style you prefer, and they’ll make it and deliver it."
This posh?
Jin Jumo’s expression was stiff, her mouth pressed shut without saying a word.
She thought to herself, she was just a rough person, unable to enjoy such high-end service. Moreover, why did she feel undeserving of this?
Rong Mochen noticed Jin Jumo’s hand clutching the towel at her chest, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, "Not changing clothes?"
Jin Jumo was momentarily stunned and nodded, "I need to change."
Rong Mochen pursed his lips and brushed past her with his imposing stature, walking to that small row of women’s clothes. With long fingers, he went through them one by one, finally picking out a set of skin-colored thermal underwear, a white half-turtleneck cashmere sweater, a light gray suspender skirt, and a pink coat, handing them to Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo took them numbly, but stood still in place, her eyes on the only pair of jeans among the row of skirts.
Seeing this, Rong Mochen slipped his hands into his pockets, looking down at Jin Jumo with an idle tone, "Need me to help you change?"
"No, no need, I can do it myself," Jin Jumo replied in a panic.
Rong Mochen’s eyebrows moved slightly, watching her intently.
Uh...
Jin Jumo glanced at him a few times, sighed helplessly, and dashed into the changing room in the dressing room with the clothes.
Under the light gray suspender skirt was a matching pair of light gray fleece-lined leggings, keeping her very warm.
Jin Jumo changed and came out, feeling a bit embarrassed herself.
The only problem was that dressing this way made her look even younger, like a high school student.
Seeing Rong Mochen staring right at her, the blush on Jin Jumo’s cheeks extended to the roots of her ears. She laughed awkwardly to cover it up, "Mr. Rong, I think maybe I don’t quite suit this, um, this skirt. I think I saw a pair of jeans, how about..."
"Just like this," Rong Mochen said.
"..." Jin Jumo’s face was burning, feeling awkward, "Mr. Rong thinks this is, good?"
Rong Mochen made no attempt to hide the appreciation in his eyes, gazing warmly at Jin Jumo, "Mm, very beautiful."
Beautiful?
Jin Jumo’s fair neck turned red too, sheepishly tucking at her hair but missing it, suddenly remembering she was still holding a dry towel on her head, and instantly, Rong Mochen’s "very beautiful" lost credibility in her heart!
Jin Jumo clutched her head, "Mr. Rong, do you have a hairdryer?"
Rong Mochen was momentarily taken aback, staring at Jin Jumo.
Seeing him like this, Jin Jumo knew he didn’t have one.
No choice, Jin Jumo had to remove the ugly towel wrapped around her head.
Jin Jumo had very long hair, never processed since childhood, black and shiny, but with a texture that didn’t dry easily.
Her long hair hung down her cheeks, the tips still dripping, and as the strands brushed her cheek, they left behind cool, wet traces.
Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo’s wet eyelashes, her deep, shiny eyes, her small, airy nose, and her slightly upturned pink lips. His dark eyes turned dim, and he suddenly stepped forward, taking the towel from Jin Jumo’s hand to gently wipe her hair.
Jin Jumo froze abruptly, her long eyelashes lifting in confusion to look at him.
Rong Mochen’s lips lightly pressed, his cold, sculpted face focused and earnest, as if drying her hair was a serious, important task.
Jin Jumo’s heart suddenly raced, quickly lowering her eyelashes, looking down at her toes.
Who knew how much time had passed when her chin was unexpectedly lifted by a cool long finger.
Jin Jumo’s lashes fluttered in panic, as his lips pressed down resolutely.
Her pupils dilated slightly, gazing at the handsome face inches away, her breath hitched harshly.
Jin Jumo’s long, soft cry slid unguarded from her throat, sounding very much like... Jin Jumo, embarrassed, covered her mouth with her hand, her teary peach-blossom eyes staring resentfully at the man before her.
Rong Mochen’s thin lips twitched in a faint smile, his dark eyes scouring Jin Jumo, deep and bottomless like a black hole, as if to pull her in entirely.
Jin Jumo’s heart suddenly sped up, her long eyelashes quivering twice before dropping.
Rong Mochen gazed down at the shy, submissive Jin Jumo, his dark eyes softening. He lowered his head to nudge her ear, his voice husky, "If there’s anything you need and don’t have in the house, make a list. I’ll have it acquired."
His voice was hoarse, like enchanting drums softly beating in his throat, tender and captivating.
Home...
Jin Jumo’s heart stirred, lifting her gaze to Rong Mochen, her moist eyes reflecting confusion.
Rong Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly, his large hand gently stroking Jin Jumo’s flushed cheek, "I used to live here alone, and didn’t plan on living with anyone else, so many things seemed unnecessary to acquire."
"Never thought about living with someone?" Jin Jumo looked at him and said quietly.
Rong Mochen stared at her intently, "I meant before."
Jin Jumo closed her eyes, "Actually, if Mr. Rong is not used to living under the same roof with someone, there’s no need to force it. I can live at school."
"Hmph." Rong Mochen snorted, pinching Jin Jumo’s cheek, "Don’t play tricks on me."
Jin Jumo rubbed her cheek where it hurt from his pinch, frowning, "What trick? It’s Mr. Rong who said he never thought about living with someone. I’m just being considerate."
Rong Mochen furrowed his eyebrows, his dark eyes becoming even more somber, his voice cold, "You are considerate, aren’t you!"
Jin Jumo’s sense of tact was something he had long recognized.
Jin Jumo’s heart skipped a beat, looking up at him, she saw his face was grim and his eyes were cold as if piercing through her, her throat tightened, knowing he was displeased.
Pressing her lips tightly together, Jin Jumo laughed awkwardly, "I understand, Mr. Rong. I’ll carefully check what the villa lacks and write it down for you. Haha, I won’t stand on ceremony with you."
Rong Mochen looked at the fawning little face before him, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and abruptly released her.
Jin Jumo’s eye twitched lightly; she glanced sideways at the man, only to see he hadn’t left the walk-in closet but had casually picked up a white shirt and changed into it, without avoiding Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s gaze caught sight of his well-defined and aesthetically pleasing back, her face slightly reddened, she pressed her lips and quickly dashed out of the closet.
Jin Jumo left the closet and headed straight downstairs, waiting for Rong Mochen.
Ten minutes later, Rong Mochen emerged from the master bedroom.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Jin Jumo slowly looked up.
He was still in the classic black suit and white shirt, with no tie, the top two buttons of the shirt undone, faintly revealing his refined clavicle and firm Adam’s apple.
A dark gray cashmere coat draped over his arm, his dark eyes looking down with an aloof arrogance.
Jin Jumo sat quietly on the sofa, her jet-black eyes peacefully resting on him, flashing a faint gleam.
"Let’s go." Rong Mochen came downstairs, reaching out to Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo rose from the sofa and walked over to him, her gaze lingered on his clean, large hand for a second before obediently placing her hand in his.
Rong Mochen tightened his grip and led her towards the door.
As they exited the villa, the driver was already waiting at the door. Seeing the two come out hand in hand, the driver quickly got out of the driver’s seat, ran up to them, and respectfully bowed to Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong."
Rong Mochen gave him an indifferent glance, "Do you know where to go?"
"Yes, I do." The driver replied honestly.
Rong Mochen didn’t say anything further, leading Jin Jumo towards the back seat of the car.
Jin Jumo thought he was taking her for a medical examination, surely one of the two most famous high-end private hospitals in Z City, but upon arrival, she discovered it was a medical research institute, which looked quite high-end.
A bit surprised, but Jin Jumo showed no reaction.
"Mr. Rong, everything is arranged."
As Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo entered, an elderly doctor in his fifties greeted them, followed by several men and women in white coats.
Rong Mochen nodded, "Thanks for the trouble."
The elderly doctor smiled, "You’re too polite, Mr. Rong. If it weren’t for your long-standing support, this medical institute would’ve likely shut down by now."
Rong Mochen smiled faintly, "You’ve helped me a lot as well."
The elderly doctor shook his head with a smile, saying no more, then looked at Jin Jumo, "Is this young lady here for a checkup?"
Jin Jumo nodded, "Yes, it’s me."
The elderly doctor cast a meaningful glance, smiling as he extended his hand to Jin Jumo, "Please follow me."
"..." Jin Jumo pressed her lips, looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen raised his eyebrows and lightly patted her hand, "Go ahead."
Only then did Jin Jumo follow the elderly doctor.
Unlike big hospitals where it’s troublesome, requiring queuing for each test and waiting for results.
Jin Jumo underwent a complete physical and pregnancy examination, and it only took an hour.
After the final pregnancy test, Rong Mochen was by the window making a call, his expression serious and cold. Jin Jumo halted her steps, adjusted her direction, and sat on a nearby sofa.
Rong Mochen saw her as soon as she came out. Seeing her sit obediently on the sofa, he turned back his dark gaze, and spoke for a few more minutes before ending the call and walking over.
Sitting beside Jin Jumo, Rong Mochen naturally held her hand, his dark eyes steadily looking at her, asking softly, "How was it?"
"The results will take a while to come out." Jin Jumo replied.
Rong Mochen nodded, not saying anything further.
Being with him, Jin Jumo was used to his silence. Even if he didn’t speak, it didn’t bother her.