Chapter 122: Chapter 119: Rong Mochen Remains Silent 2
Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo, his gaze cold and laced with hostility.
Jin Jumo’s thick lashes fluttered lightly, thinking to herself, this time she might have truly angered him...
Clamping down on her lower lip, Jin Jumo lowered her lashes, sensibly choosing not to make another sound.
Rong Mochen took a white towel out of the basin of hot water and wrung it dry, his long, bony hands lean yet powerful.
He spread open one of Jin Jumo’s hands, and when his dark eyes caught sight of the scars on her palm, they darkened. He gently wiped the dirt and blood around her wound with the towel.
The towel was warm, but when it touched the wound, it was somewhat irritating. Jin Jumo instinctively pulled her hand back, her brows knitting together as she looked at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen pressed his lips tightly together, his elegant long brows furrowed heavily, not looking at Jin Jumo, "Bear with it."
Jin Jumo stubbornly pushed her lower lip tight, hard-headed, "It doesn’t hurt."
Rong Mochen coldly twisted his lips, not responding to her.
After cleaning both her hands thoroughly, he tossed the towel back into the basin of hot water and opened the medical kit beside him, taking out antiseptic solution and cotton balls.
Before unscrewing the antiseptic bottle cap, Rong Mochen lifted his gaze to glance at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s face was taut, quite tough, her beautiful, bright peach blossom eyes wide open, as if she was sulking with Rong Mochen. He said it would hurt, so she was determined to show it didn’t.
Rong Mochen coldly snorted, soaked a cotton ball with antiseptic solution, and without giving Jin Jumo any chance to prepare, suddenly pressed it onto her palm.
"Ah..." Jin Jumo cried out from the pain, instinctively pulling her hand back.
But at this moment, Rong Mochen grabbed her hand, letting the cotton ball fall on her palm one stroke at a time, not harshly, yet every stroke was unbearably painful.
Moisture welled up in Jin Jumo’s eyes, she bit down hard on her teeth, her gums trembling, gasping through her throat.
After finishing with one hand, Rong Mochen reached to grab her other hand.
This time, Jin Jumo reacted quickly, hiding her hand behind her back, "This hand doesn’t need to be disinfected, it’s not serious."
"Hand it over." Rong Mochen quietly looked at her pale face, his voice calm.
Jin Jumo pressed her lower lip, looking at him somewhat pitiably, "This hand isn’t badly hurt, it doesn’t need disinfecting."
"Don’t talk nonsense!" Rong Mochen frowned, his stern dark eyes fixed on Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s dark eyes darted back and forth, unwilling to give up that hand.
Rong Mochen didn’t waste words with her either, his tall figure leaning forward, he unceremoniously seized her hand.
"Mr. Rong, can you be a little gentler? You’re not just treating my wound, it’s like you’re creating more." Watching Rong Mochen coldly press down the cotton ball, Jin Jumo timidly curled her fingers, lamenting.
"If I don’t hurt you, you won’t remember the lesson." To her surprise, that’s what Rong Mochen said.
Jin Jumo felt stifled, turns out he really did it on purpose!
"I said it was an accident, how was I to know I’d be hit. Besides, if I wasn’t waiting for you, maybe none of this would have happened." Jin Jumo’s voice trailed off at the end.
Rong Mochen kept his lips tight, "Getting yourself into such a state, you think you’re justified?"
Jin Jumo frowned, "I only messed up myself, didn’t hurt others!"
"Heh." Rong Mochen was so furious he laughed, "That little mouth of yours is something else."
Jin Jumo pursed her lips, knowing she didn’t have the upper hand in this, and fell silent.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows tightly, tending to her wound while sternly saying, "Be thankful today it’s only your hands and legs that are hurt, if you injured other places, I’d break your arms and legs for sure!"
Jin Jumo’s eyes widened, cold sweat trickling down, her face turning pale as she stared at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen didn’t look at her, his expression severe and stern, showing no sign of joking.
After treating Jin Jumo’s hands, he wrapped a bandage around the more serious one, then stood up, carrying the basin with one hand to the bedroom door, handing it to Yu Huihua, who had been standing quietly outside, and whispered, "Bring another basin of hot water up."
"Yes, Mr. Rong." Yu Huihua glanced inside the room at Jin Jumo, swiftly took the basin, and headed downstairs.
Rong Mochen returned by Jin Jumo’s side, his brows knitted tightly, looking down at the now silent Jin Jumo, his thin lips tightly pursed, saying nothing.
In no time, Yu Huihua came back with a basin of hot water, placed it on the floor, then retreated again.
"Close the door." Rong Mochen said as he watched Yu Huihua’s back.
"Alright." Yu Huihua shut the door on her way out.
Rong Mochen turned his gaze fixedly on Jin Jumo, after a while, he took a step forward, placed his hands on either side of her body, his handsome yet aloof face closing in on Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s long curled eyelashes fluttered, she slowly looked up, calmly meeting his gaze.
Looking at Jin Jumo’s unusually pale face, Rong Mochen’s grim black eyes softened a bit, one hand gently moving to her waist, "Afraid?"
Jin Jumo stared into Rong Mochen’s deep, inscrutable dark eyes, and murmured, "Mr. Rong, though both you and I know you reluctantly chose to marry me for the child. But, could you not make it so obvious, as a woman, it hurts me greatly, okay?"
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes carried a hint of amusement, yet his face remained somber, "You would feel hurt?"
"Any woman would!" Jin Jumo muttered.
Rong Mochen curled his lips, raised his hand to pinch Jin Jumo’s cheek, "Let’s assume what you said is true."
Jin Jumo lowered her lashes, "I was really scared when I accidentally fell today. Falling wasn’t something I wanted to do. So Mr. Rong, you don’t really need to threaten me like this. I’ll be more careful in the future."
"Hmph." Rong Mochen looked at her coldly, "You think I’m threatening you?"
Jin Jumo didn’t say anything.
"Little Mo, every word I say is serious." Rong Mochen gazed at Jin Jumo, a slightly cool large hand suddenly covered her lower abdomen.
Jin Jumo flinched her stomach and lifted her eyelids to look at Rong Mochen.
"If today you had fallen here, would I have skinned you?" Rong Mochen said in a low voice.
"..." Jin Jumo’s pupils dilated, she took several deep breaths secretly, her throat trembling, "Mr. Rong, it’s really unethical to threaten a pregnant woman like this!"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, suddenly placing his hands on Jin Jumo’s waist and abruptly lifting her up.
Jin Jumo didn’t have time to scream as her legs felt a sudden chill, goosebumps spread rapidly all over her body.
"Hiss" Jin Jumo was terrified, "Mr. Rong, hmm..."
Before Jin Jumo could scream out, her lips were blocked by him.
Jin Jumo took a few breaths and then followed his gaze downward. When she saw her two swollen knees, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Rong Mochen’s gentle black eyes turned sharp again, coldly staring at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo sensed his sharp gaze sweeping over her, her shoulders shrank as she showed him an innocent expression.
Rong Mochen frowned, squatted slightly, and stared at Jin Jumo’s knees for quite a while before beginning to clean her wounds.
During this process, even though Jin Jumo was in pain, she didn’t dare to make even the slightest sound.
After treating the wounds on Jin Jumo’s knees, Rong Mochen tucked her legs into the down quilt and then called Yu Huihua in to tidy up, while he went into the bathroom himself.
Yu Huihua came in, glanced at the bathroom, walked to Jin Jumo’s side and with concern, said, "Madam, what’s happened to you?"
Jin Jumo gave her an indifferent smile, "I’m fine, Aunt Yu, just accidentally took a fall."
"Fell?" Yu Huihua exclaimed, her expression suddenly serious, "Madam, this is your first pregnancy. You must not take it lightly. Falling is absolutely unacceptable. Look how seriously your hand is injured, it must have been a heavy fall, no wonder Mr. Rong is so angry."
Jin Jumo knew Yu Huihua meant well, and nodded, "Aunt Yu, I will be more careful in the future."
"Madam, you must not be careless." Yu Huihua worried, "You must be careful from now on, can’t afford anymore falls or bumps. Mr. Rong is so angry because he cares about you and the baby. You should apologize and soothe him a bit."
"Hmm, I know." Jin Jumo replied.
Yu Huihua sighed and tidied up before leaving.
For three consecutive days, Jin Jumo was forbidden from leaving the house, not even allowed to visit Jin Jiancheng in the hospital.
So Jin Jumo had to rely on phone calls with Ying Jingyao to learn about Jin Jiancheng’s situation, and every time she’d contact Ying Jingyao, it would only be when someone wasn’t home that she dared to make the call.
At six in the afternoon, Jin Jumo sat at the bedroom bay window watching American dramas, while also thinking about the content for next year’s graduation project.
The phone beside her suddenly vibrated, Jin Jumo’s hand tingled, her gaze shifted from the notebook to the phone screen, and she was momentarily stunned when she saw the caller ID.
At this hour, the person who is usually about to return home is calling her?
Jin Jumo furrowed her brows, picked up the phone and answered, "Mr. Rong."
"What are you doing?" Rong Mochen asked in a low voice.
"Watching an American drama." Jin Jumo listened to the whirring wind sound from the phone, and said, stunned temporarily.
"Hmm." Rong Mochen paused for a few seconds, then said, "I’ll be home in ten minutes, tidy up a bit and wait for me in the living room."
Jin Jumo was puzzled, but thinking he was driving, didn’t ask much and agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Jin Jumo went to the wardrobe, quickly tidied herself up, and then went downstairs to the living room to wait for him.
Just as she sat down on the sofa, she saw Yu Huihua coming out of her room with a bag.
"Aunt Yu, are you going out?" Jin Jumo asked.
Yu Huihua glanced at Jin Jumo, her eyes slightly evasive, "Yes."
Jin Jumo pursed her lips, "How are you going out?"
"The driver is waiting at the door," Yu Huihua said, somewhat unnaturally.
Ever since Jin Jumo moved into the villa, Rong Mochen hired Yu Huihua and two other girls to assist her and also hired a driver to facilitate Yu Huihua in purchasing groceries and daily necessities.
The other three lived in the building behind the villa, while Yu Huihua stayed on the second floor.
Jin Jumo narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled at Yu Huihua, "Then you should go, tell the driver to drive slow and be safe."
"Eh." Yu Huihua lowered her gaze, stood there for two seconds, then lowered her head and quickly walked out the door.
Jin Jumo watched the direction Yu Huihua left with deep thought in her eyes.
Not two minutes after Yu Huihua left, Rong Mochen returned.
He was still in the attire he wore when he left in the morning, a meticulously refined shirt and suit accompanied by a steady and reserved black coat, making the whole person appear tall and upright while also being stable and intense.