Chapter 114: Chapter 111: Little Mo, Do You Have to Make Me Angry! (2)
"Tell me, why are you explaining to me?" Rong Mochen asked in a low voice, his gaze on Jin Jumo’s eyes was extremely sharp.
Jin Jumo opened her mouth, inhaled, "I, I just..."
"Just what?" Rong Mochen squinted his eyes.
Jin Jumo closed her eyes, "I just don’t want you to misunderstand, don’t want you to be unhappy. I, I don’t even know why I’m explaining..."
Rong Mochen’s gaze softened as he looked at Jin Jumo’s eyes, "Why don’t you want me to misunderstand, why are you afraid I’ll be unhappy?"
Panic and embarrassment flashed in Jin Jumo’s eyes. After a moment, she looked at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong has been with me all day today, even if I were heartless, I know I must be grateful."
Grateful?
Rong Mochen’s gaze instantly turned cold, and he mockingly squeezed Jin Jumo’s wrist tighter, "According to you, I’ve just been with you for one day, but Ying Jingyao worked tirelessly for over ten hours to save your grandfather. Aren’t you more grateful to him? How do you plan to repay him? With this meal, or something else?"
Jin Jumo was shocked he would say such things and felt somewhat embarrassed, her fingertips curled slightly, but she smiled at him, "Repaying Brother Ying’s life-saving grace with this meal seems a bit stingy, I will think of something else."
"Little Mo!" Rong Mochen shouted hoarsely, his black eyes blazing as he stared at her, "Are you deliberately trying to make me angry?"
Jin Jumo lightly lifted her chin, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with a stubborn light, and softly said, "Mr. Rong said these words himself, I just repeated them. Mr. Rong can say it, why can’t I?"
Rong Mochen tightened his lips, a strange anxiety pressing against his chest, his long eyebrows furrowed low, looking fiercely at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo quietly looked at him, "The food is going to get cold. If it’s not convenient for Mr. Rong to take me to the hospital, then I’ll have to take a cab, uh..."
Rong Mochen abruptly bit Jin Jumo’s rosy lips, his black eyes angrily fixed on her, "Sharp-tongued!"
Jin Jumo’s lips trembled with pain, her eyes glistened with tears, yet she still looked at him defiantly, unwilling to plead.
Rong Mochen finally admitted that the little woman before him had truly provoked him, infuriating him.
Rong Mochen paused his actions, raising his gaze to look at her.
Jin Jumo’s peach blossom eyes were full of mist, her long black eyelashes moist, pitiful with a trace of stubbornness.
Rong Mochen couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, spreading his large hand to gently tousle her long hair, his tone resigned, "You always manage to make me angry."
Jin Jumo lowered her head without a word.
She didn’t feel that she was making him angry. She explained proactively because she was afraid he would be unhappy, yet he insisted on misinterpreting her intentions toward Ying Jingyao, and she merely "followed" his words. How was that provoking him?
Moreover, considering Ying Jingyao’s special care for Jin Jiancheng throughout the year, even the family of ordinary patients, when Ying Jingyao did a surgery for over ten hours to save their family member and hadn’t even had time to drink water, would also know to bring him some food, right?
Isn’t this just basic human decency?
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo for a long while before withdrawing his hand from her back, gently tidying up her slightly disheveled clothes, and finally, he softly kissed her on the forehead.
Jin Jumo’s eyelids twitched, casting a resentful glance at him, what was this, a smack followed by a sweet date?
Rong Mochen seemed oblivious to Jin Jumo’s indignant gaze, pinched her soft hand, and looked deeply into her eyes, "After you deliver the things, come back with me to Jinming."
Jin Jumo frowned slightly and shook her head, "I’ll stay at the hospital with Grandpa."
"Your grandfather is in intensive care, you can’t go in, how do you plan to accompany him?" Rong Mochen said.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly, speaking softly, "Then I’ll go back to school."
Rong Mochen abruptly tightened his grip on her hand, "Come with me to Jinming."
Jin Jumo continued to shake her head, feeling a bit resistant.
Rong Mochen’s jaw tightened slightly, "You’ve been staying in the hospital for a long while now due to your pregnancy, and you haven’t eaten anything today while staying in the hospital all day. I understand you’re worried about your grandfather, so I haven’t said anything. But today, you must come back with me to Jinming to rest and recuperate."
Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, hesitated for a moment, before lifting her eyelids to look at Rong Mochen, "I can rest well at the school too."
"I’ve arranged a health check-up for tomorrow. It’s more convenient to stay at my place," Rong Mochen said, controlling his eyebrows, his voice warm yet cool.
Jin Jumo was slightly surprised, "You’ve arranged a health check-up?"
"Yes."
Rong Mochen glanced at her stomach, "You’ve been too preoccupied and anxious during this time, and it’s also time for a prenatal check-up, so I’ve arranged for the doctor to give you a comprehensive physical examination. From tomorrow on, your lifestyle, diet, and everything must be regulated and strict. So starting today, you’ll be staying at the Jinming Villa, and I’ll have someone take care of your daily needs. Additionally, starting tomorrow, you’ll be on vacation."
"..."
The more Jin Jumo listened, the more speechless she became. She frowned, staring at Rong Mochen, "Is Mr. Rong trying to restrict me?"
"You’re pregnant with your first child, extra caution is necessary. This is just a precaution," Rong Mochen said softly.
"I’m only pregnant, it doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself. Besides, I still have work to do, how can I take a vacation?" Jin Jumo was dissatisfied.
"You don’t have to worry about the vacation, I’ll take care of it."
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were fixed on Jin Jumo’s indignant little face, "Little Mo, I’m doing this for your own good."
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, "Mr. Rong, this is not for my own good, you’re restricting my freedom. Which company lets its female employees start maternity leave less than three months into pregnancy? Which company would dare hire such an employee?"
Rong Mochen’s face remained unruffled, his voice chilly, "I don’t oppose your desire to work, but now you’re pregnant, everything will wait until after the child is born."
Jin Jumo’s eyes widened, filled with frustration, wanting to give him a mocking laugh and then shout, "What if I decide not to have the baby?"
But she didn’t dare!
Jin Jumo was extremely suppressed, took a few deep breaths, and with restlessness suppressed in her peach blossom eyes, she looked at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong, pregnant women should rest, but now is not the time for rest. I’ve checked, pregnant women can start maternity leave after seven months of pregnancy. Moreover, my work is not continuous, busy for a period and then time to rest. So there’s really no need to start leave now."
Rong Mochen once again looked at Jin Jumo with that helpless expression one gives to a child throwing a tantrum.
Jin Jumo was frantic, "Mr. Rong..."
"This matter is settled then!"
Rong Mochen said solemnly, finalizing the decision.
"Rong..."
"Little Mo!"
"..." Jin Jumo was speechless, was she going to have a baby or becoming a prisoner?
All the way to the hospital, Jin Jumo kept her face small, gripping her pink lips tightly, turning her head to look out the window, not sparing a glance at Rong Mochen.
When the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Jin Jumo said nothing, opened the car door and got out, grabbed the lunch box from the back seat and walked towards the hospital without looking back.
Rong Mochen pressed his eyebrows, his indifferent face looking even colder. After sitting in the car for a few seconds, he finally pushed the door open and got out, following her inside.
The ICU generally doesn’t allow entry without permission, so Jin Jumo went directly to Ying Jingyao’s office with the lunch box.
The door to Ying Jingyao’s office was ajar, and the dim light seeped through the crack, making the room appear somewhat desolate.
Jin Jumo stood at the office door, raised her hand, and knocked.
After waiting for a long while, she finally heard a tired male voice from inside, "Come in."
Jin Jumo lowered her eyes slightly before pushing the door open and entering.
Upon entering, she saw Ying Jingyao leaning back on a black sofa, a hand lightly covering his forehead, still wearing the white coat from the surgery, its hem deeply creased. One corner of his white shirt was pulled out from his belt, making the usually meticulous, serious, and elegant man appear slightly disheveled and casual at this moment.
Jin Jumo stopped in her tracks, blankly staring at this version of Ying Jingyao, an inexplicable wave of guilt rising in her heart.
Perhaps noticing the silence after someone entered, Ying Jingyao slightly frowned and slowly removed the hand from his forehead, his dark eyes weary yet still sharp and profound as he looked at Jin Jumo.
Ying Jingyao’s eyes tightened, his tense lips showing his surprise, he clenched his fist tightly and sat up straight, "Momo, why are you here?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered gently, a smile tugging at her lips, "I brought you something to eat."
Saying this, Jin Jumo stepped forward and placed the lunch box on the long table in front of him.
Ying Jingyao looked at the lunch box with the Yulong Residence insignia, his eyes slightly moved, gazing at Jin Jumo’s delicate and fair face, a sudden surge of emotion almost made him unable to resist the urge to touch her face, his throat hoarse, "It’s so late, did you come all this way to the hospital just to bring me food?"
Jin Jumo’s expression stalled, glancing up at Ying Jingyao, smiling softly, "Brother Ying, you had surgery on an empty stomach all day, and now it’s late, nowhere nearby serves food, so I brought some for you. After all, Brother Ying, it was for saving my grandfather."
After hearing this, Ying Jingyao smiled wryly, "Perhaps I’d be happier without your last sentence."
Jin Jumo’s face stiffened slightly, looking down at the lunch box on the table, "Brother Ying, you should eat quickly, otherwise it’ll get cold."
"Did you eat?" Ying Jingyao deeply stared at Jin Jumo, his eyes full of unconcealed emotions.
On such a night, with his beloved woman in front of him, some emotions were more prone to overflow and he wanted to express them to her.
Meeting his ardent gaze for a second, Jin Jumo quickly looked away, "I’ve eaten."
After a pause, she said, "Brother Ying, finish eating and get some rest, I’ll be leaving now."
"Momo." Ying Jingyao suddenly stood up, grabbing Jin Jumo’s wrist with some force.
Jin Jumo was startled, looking at him.
Ying Jingyao walked around the long table, standing in front of her, lowering his eyes to stare deeply at her, "Momo, I haven’t changed, I still like you, can you give me a chance?"
His sudden confession left Jin Jumo shocked, her heartstrings vibrating fiercely.
She thought that after that night, he would realize, and even despise her, distance himself from her.
Yet he said he hadn’t changed, he still liked her, asking her to give him a chance...