Chapter 115: Chapter 112: Little Mo, Do You Have to Make Me Angry! (3)
Jin Jumo suddenly felt very sad, her throat trembled a few times, and she lifted her eyes to look at him calmly with deep sentiment in his eyes, "Brother Ying, I am very grateful for you saving my grandfather, but there are some things I can’t give to you and won’t be able to offer you."
Looking at Ying Jingyao’s gradually dimming eyes, Jin Jumo bit her lip and smiled, "Brother Ying, I hope we can remain friends. Of course, if you feel you can’t be friends with someone like me, that’s okay, I respect your decision."
Jin Jumo knew that her face must now be marked with the words "heartless."
But what she could do for him was only this.
Ying Jingyao stared steadily at Jin Jumo’s smiling face for a long time, then softly tugged at the corners of his mouth and murmured, "Momo, you know, the more you act this way, the more I can’t let go."
"..."
Jin Jumo’s smile stiffened, "Brother Ying..."
"Momo, you don’t need to say anything more! At least for now, I have no intention of giving up."
Ying Jingyao intercepted Jin Jumo’s words, his warm voice persistent and determined.
Jin Jumo furrowed her brows, looking at him.
Ying Jingyao slowly let go of her hand, smiled gracefully at her, and as his gaze moved away from her face to the door, it became profound and icy.
Jin Jumo noticed, feeling a chill in her heart, and slightly turned her head to look toward the doorway.
Rong Mochen’s cold, handsome face appeared in her view, and Jin Jumo was slightly taken aback, not expecting that he had followed her, and she hadn’t sensed it at all.
"Mr. Rong has been standing at the door for so long, you must be tired, why not come in and sit?" Ying Jingyao’s voice was cool.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were tightly fixed on Jin Jumo, his voice calm, "No need, time to go back."
Jin Jumo’s back felt prickly under his gaze, her eyes flickered, she looked at Ying Jingyao and said, "Brother Ying, I’ll be going first."
Ying Jingyao’s eyes tightened, staring at Jin Jumo, "Momo, I wasn’t joking when I said I wouldn’t give up."
"..." Jin Jumo’s eye corner twitched slightly, uncontrollably glancing towards Rong Mochen, seeing his indifferent expression, his eyes quietly watching her, without showing any emotion.
But it was precisely such a demeanor from him that made her colder in heart; closing her eyes briefly, Jin Jumo said nothing and headed toward the door.
As she passed Rong Mochen, Jin Jumo halted her steps, lifted her eyes for a glance at him, then brushed past him.
Yet before she passed, he held her hand from behind.
Jin Jumo’s heart skipped, she turned around anxiously to look at him.
Rong Mochen didn’t look at her but forcefully pulled her to his side, cold, black eyes peering at Ying Jingyao, his voice cool, "Young Master Ying need not make vain efforts, because Young Master Ying no longer has a chance."
Ying Jingyao eyed Rong Mochen holding Jin Jumo’s hand, squinting, "Nothing is absolute; until the last moment, who knows."
"Young Master Ying is generous, not minding his woman carrying another man’s child, I admire such broad-mindedness." Rong Mochen spoke in a light tone.
Ying Jingyao clenched his fist tight, eyes flashing red, lips curled coldly, "If I truly love someone, whether she’s pregnant with another’s child or even married, I don’t mind, and I won’t let go!"
Rong Mochen raised his eyebrows, "That’s why I said I admire Young Master Ying’s broad-mindedness."
Ying Jingyao tight-lipped, his sorrowful eyes fell upon Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s face was white as a sheet, her long lashes trembled gently, her voice slightly cold, "Mr. Rong, if you’re not leaving, I’m going first."
Rong Mochen’s icy eyes lowered, staring at Jin Jumo, his gaze narrowing as it landed on her pale cheek, he tightened his grip on her struggling hand, said nothing, and dragged her outside.
Ying Jingyao watched their departing silhouettes, teeth grinding, eyes tinged with crimson, the sound of bones cracking echoed in the silent room.
In the Spyker car, Jin Jumo had remained silent since coming out from Ying Jingyao’s office, her pale face resembling an exhausted patient.
Rong Mochen’s brow furrowed, his sharp, black eyes fixed on Jin Jumo, "What’s the matter?"
Jin Jumo did not look at him, nor did she speak.
Rong Mochen pressed his lips in a straight line, reached to grasp her shoulders, staring into her eyes, "Speak."
Jin Jumo lifted her lashes, quietly gazed at him for a while, and said, "Last time at Little Yan’s birthday party, Brother Ying didn’t wait for the party to end before leaving early, not because a patient needed rescue at the hospital, but because you told him I was pregnant, didn’t you?"
Rong Mochen’s face darkened.
"Mr. Rong, I understand the disparity between me and Brother Ying, and that there’s no possibility between us. I don’t like him, but the kindness he showed to my grandfather and me does not allow me to hurt him."
Jin Jumo quietly watched Rong Mochen’s increasingly cold face, but at this moment, she felt no fear or dread, "Brother Ying will soon leave Z City, and there will be no more ties between us. I just hope he doesn’t leave with humiliation and sadness."
"Humiliation?" Rong Mochen spoke in a deep voice.
"Yes, humiliation! To like someone like me is a humiliation for him!" Jin Jumo choked on her words.
Rong Mochen pinched Jin Jumo’s shoulders tight, his cold black eyes fixating on her tear-red eyes, his heart surging with annoyance and violence, "Liking you is humiliation?"
"Am I a good person? I’m with you for money, and for money, I can sell anything, Qin Yue was right when she insulted me last time, I’m just a bitch, a lowly person! I not only sold myself, but I also carry your child, what qualification do I have to be liked by someone like Brother Ying? I don’t understand, why did you tell him that?" Jin Jumo screamed.
Rong Mochen’s black eyes seeped darkness, coldly looming at Jin Jumo’s agitated face, "Being with me, carrying my child, is that also your humiliation?"
"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes rimmed with red paused fiercely, looking at his cold and sharp eyes. Her heart twisted, and she lowered her head to look at her belly, "I didn’t say that."
She didn’t say it, but she truly felt that way inside!
Rong Mochen sneered coldly, abruptly letting go of Jin Jumo’s shoulder.
Jin Jumo suddenly felt a strong panic, instinctively reaching out to grab his hand, but missed it.
Rong Mochen is usually cold enough, with an indifferent demeanor warning strangers to keep their distance.
But when angry, he looked even more terrifying.
The inside of the car was so silent, only the sound of wind whistling by and the tires skidding over surfaces could be heard. Jin Jumo felt deeply troubled and anxious; she wanted to speak several times, but when her eyes met his frosty side profile, the words retreated back down her throat.
All the way to Jinming Port City, she didn’t say a word.
After getting out of the car, Rong Mochen walked coldly into the villa, Jin Jumo bit her lower lip, having no choice but to follow behind.
Soon, the once dark villa was brightly lit.
Jin Jumo stood dazed in the villa’s living room. Rong Mochen went upstairs and didn’t come down again.
Feeling awkward, Jin Jumo found she couldn’t leave, glanced upstairs unsurely, and slowly moved to sit on the living room sofa.
When Rong Mochen came out of the upstairs room, he had changed out of his home clothes, wearing a light gray thin sweater and casual pants. His short hair, now soft and hanging over his forehead, was damp, indicating he’d just showered and washed his hair.
Standing on the upstairs corridor, Rong Mochen immediately spotted Jin Jumo, who had unknowingly fallen asleep on the sofa.
The villa’s heating wasn’t on; perhaps feeling cold, she curled her slender body, but her hands were wrapped around her belly.
Rong Mochen’s eyes flickered, brows lightly furrowing, ultimately stepping forward to walk downstairs.
The master bedroom upstairs.
Rong Mochen laid Jin Jumo flat on the large bed and was about to withdraw his hand when the woman, eyes shut tightly, suddenly lifted her lids, her dark eyes fixedly staring at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen raised his eyebrows slightly, also watching her.
Jin Jumo drowsily fluttered her lashes, slowly lifting her hand, placing the white soft palm against the side of Rong Mochen’s face.
Rong Mochen felt a slight tremor in his heart, his raised brow flattening into a frown, deep black eyes intently gazing at Jin Jumo.
"I’m sorry." Jin Jumo murmured softly, her voice husky, quite endearing.
Rong Mochen’s black eyes softened unconsciously, knowing she might still be in a sleep daze, unsure whether she was awake or asleep, but he still asked gently, "Sorry for what?"
Jin Jumo looked at him, sighed suddenly, with a trace of worry appearing on her little face.
Rong Mochen couldn’t help but smile, lowered his head and kissed her between the brows, "Why sigh?"
Jin Jumo slightly lowered her distinct eyelashes, her voice growing quieter, barely audible without keen listening, "I can’t comfort people."
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes turned deeper, "Who do you want to comfort?"
"Mr. Rong..."
A hint of amusement appeared on Rong Mochen’s lips, he gazed at her gently, "Why do you want to comfort him?"
"..."
Her response was a series of soft breathing sounds.
Rong Mochen paused, looked closely, only to find she had fallen asleep again.
"Little fool."
Jin Jumo stared at the pink toothbrush for a while, reached out to pick it up and examined it to confirm it was newly unpacked and not used by someone else, before applying mint-flavored toothpaste, brushing her teeth while thoughtfully staring at herself in the mirror.
What happened yesterday?
Her last memory was sitting on the living room sofa waiting for him to come down; she had no recollection of how she ended up in bed, her only feeling... warmth.
That kind of warmth felt like someone tightly holding her, exchanging temperatures, like sunshine shining down.
After rinsing, Jin Jumo put the cup back in place, her gaze landing on the black water cup before pausing again.
This cup should belong to someone, so did he also rest in this room last night?
Her eyes flickered, Jin Jumo looked at the storage rack beside the sink; it was filled with various women’s toiletries, bath lotions, shampoo, face wash, all international brands, expensive, that she wouldn’t dare to buy.
Jin Jumo’s silhouette slipped into the walk-in closet, the man earlier looking down at the laptop screen slightly frowned, dark eyes lifted slightly, gazing deep towards the closet’s direction.
It’s Jin Jumo’s second time entering someone’s walk-in closet; last time was to "steal" clothes, constantly worried the person might pop up and catch her on the spot, so she hurriedly grabbed the clothes and fled.
Entering this time, Jin Jumo discovered the closet was at least a hundred or two square meters, shirts, suits, coats neatly organized and lined up, each piece appearing grand and expensive, one could mistake it for a fashion exhibition.
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