Chapter 272: Chapter 264: Didn’t Expect You Could Be So Sweet-Talking
After my father’s death, my recklessness grew even more. At seventeen, I was obsessed with racing with Yicheng and the others, and in our youthful arrogance, we offended some people. During that race, I was surrounded and hit by three cars. I remember both the front and rear of my car were deformed and smoking, and the opponents still had no intention of stopping.
Yicheng was also cornered by several cars, and the situation was dire. My elder brother somehow got the news and knew I was illegal racing, so he rushed over.
Seeing I was trapped by multiple cars with no way out, he drove over without hesitation. In the end, I escaped unscathed, but his car was deliberately rammed over, and my brother, he lost consciousness on the spot."
Jin Jumo gently stroked the corner of his eye, trying to erase the despair in his gaze.
Rong Mochen held her fingertips in his palm, murmuring, "After the rescue, though my brother’s life wasn’t in danger, his left leg... was crippled."
"..." Jin Jumo’s heart sank heavily, thinking of the crutch in Rong Sinan’s hand, and his slightly lame left leg.
Rong Mochen’s adam’s apple moved slightly, "When Ms. Fang learned the accident that left my brother disabled was from saving me... I still remember the way she looked at me back then, as if I were her enemy for several generations, wishing to break my left leg too to avenge my brother."
Jin Jumo hurriedly cupped his face, shaking her head, "No, it’s not true, it’s not true."
"How is it not true?"
Rong Mochen calmly looked at Jin Jumo, "How is Ms. Fang’s attitude towards me any different from how Liang Yi treats you?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes suddenly turned red, her heart ached fiercely.
She didn’t understand, she really didn’t understand.
Why is it that they are born of the same blood, yet treated so differently, hurting each other repeatedly, as if they meant less than strangers?
No one could truly understand Rong Mochen’s feelings perhaps except for Jin Jumo, who shared the same experience.
Because most people in this world are lucky, they have mothers who love them deeply, afraid of them enduring any grievance, and think of every way to make their lives better.
But she and Rong Mochen were not so fortunate.
Rong Mochen kissed Jin Jumo’s reddened eyes, his dark eyes gently looking at her, "At the time, my brother was in college and was supposed to take over the Rong Family after graduation. But due to his disabled left leg, the executive meeting thought he was unfit to be the president of Rong Family, saying he would affect the company’s image, so they unanimously rejected him.
This matter further fueled Ms. Fang’s discontent with me. If it weren’t for the fact that I still had her blood in me, if not because she bore me for ten months, she might have thought of every way to get rid of me."
Jin Jumo didn’t know what to say, lightly placing her hands on his shoulders, leaning over, gently rubbing against his neck.
Rong Mochen gently caressed her cheek, his face drawing close too, softly stroking her fair forehead, "Tang Ruan knew my brother and me since childhood. My brother is three years older than me, and Tang Ruan is two years younger than me. Tang Yige is the same age as me. Initially, my brother and Yige were the closest. Yige clung to my brother, and my brother tolerated her a lot.
But at some point, a distance grew between Yige and my brother, and gradually, my brother distanced himself from Yige, later to the point where he didn’t want to see Yige at all.
Yige was very hurt and confused, and it was during that time she started hanging out with me, smoking and fighting, casually. I knew that these were extreme methods she used to get my brother’s attention.
In contrast, Tang Ruan was like a butterfly, getting along with everyone, managing well between my brother and me, indecisive.
Later the reason she chose me was because that year, my brother’s left leg became disabled."
Rong Mochen paused here, lowering his eyes to Jin Jumo’s quiet face, "Do you think I could possibly like such a woman?"
Jin Jumo was puzzled by his words, "You didn’t like her, but you were with her?"
Jin Jumo wasn’t sure if it was her illusion, but when she asked this, she seemed to catch a trace of embarrassment on his face.
Rong Mochen licked his thin lips and said, "Ms. Fang thought both my brother and I liked Tang Ruan, afraid that in the end, Tang Ruan would choose me, making my brother lose to me, so she consistently tried to match my brother and Tang Ruan together."
Rong Mochen stopped talking at that point, his lips pursed slightly.
But Jin Jumo understood.
The reason he was with Tang Ruan was simply due to Fang Jingyi’s rebellion.
The more Fang Jingyi didn’t want Tang Ruan with him, the more he would act against her wishes.
Jin Jumo took another look at him, wanting to say that, despite appearing deep and mysterious now, he was unexpectedly childish during his adolescence!
Rong Mochen felt somewhat uncomfortable under Jin Jumo’s gaze, covering her eyes with his large hand.
Jin Jumo was amused and exasperated by his actions, pushing aside his large hand, looking at him with interest.
A suspicious blush quickly flashed across Rong Mochen’s handsome face. He awkwardly averted his dark eyes, continuing, "So, my relationship with Tang Ruan wasn’t based on affection.
Later in Z City, it was rumored how much I doted on her, but it was merely news she spread intentionally, making everyone think that I was in a deep relationship with her."
"Then why did she marry Brother Rong later?" Jin Jumo was puzzled.
"Tang Ruan isn’t a fool; on the contrary, she is smarter than most.
When she couldn’t get what she wanted from me, she had to turn and seek refuge in my brother." Rong Mochen said lightly.
"But you behaved so unusually in front of her..." Jin Jumo was dubious.
Four years ago, whenever Tang Ruan was present, he deliberately acted gentlemanly and considerate towards her; she refused to believe it wasn’t to provoke Tang Ruan?
"Unusual?"
Rong Mochen asked curiously.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips, nodded seriously, "Very."
Rong Mochen’s mouth twitched, pinching Jin Jumo’s upturned nose, "Tell me, how was I unusual?"
"Whenever Tang Ruan is around, you intentionally act very close to me," Jin Jumo said.
"...Do I?" Rong Mochen smiled.
"Don’t you?" Jin Jumo squinted.
Rong Mochen’s lips curled slightly, "Then think about it, where Tang Ruan is, what other people are there?"
What other people?
Jin Jumo bit her lower lip, paused, "Brother Rong."
Jin Jumo suddenly realized, "You mean, you’re doing it for Brother Rong to see?"
"It’s not entirely an act," Rong Mochen said.
Jin Jumo was slightly stunned.
"Part of it is instinctive."
Rong Mochen stared fixedly at Jin Jumo, "Perhaps from that moment on, you were already different to me."
Jin Jumo suppressed her heartbeat, "You said you don’t like Miss Tang Ruan, yet you went to the bar to drink before her wedding?"
Rong Mochen’s mouth twitched, he stared at Jin Jumo for a long while and then suddenly began to laugh heartily.
Jin Jumo, "...." Is it really that funny?
However, it seemed like this was the first time he laughed so freely in front of her, showing all eight of his teeth.
Jin Jumo kept a straight face, just quietly watching him.
When Rong Mochen finished laughing, he leaned down and bit her lip hard. Hearing her cry out softly in pain, he chuckled and said, "Little woman, how come you remember everything so clearly?"
"..."
The pain on Jin Jumo’s lips hadn’t fully faded when her face was covered by a burning sensation.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes seemed to merge with the galaxy, shining brightly, "Little Mo, be honest, since you stopped me at the bar, have you had feelings for me?
Otherwise, after years, why do you remember all those trivial things so clearly?"
"...Nonsense!"
Jin Jumo blushed, staring seriously at him and said, "I haven’t. The reason I remember is because I have a good memory, I can’t forget even if I try."
Rong Mochen looked at her with a half-smile, "Oh, really?"
"Of course," Jin Jumo said righteously.
Rong Mochen nodded, yet his face clearly showed disbelief, "Going to the bar was just a coincidence in timing, it had nothing to do with her or my brother."
Jin Jumo felt inexplicably cheerful hearing this but said, "Are all men like this, pushing everything away?"
Rong Mochen frowned slightly, looked at Jin Jumo, "In your mind, am I such a person?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, "How should I know what kind of person you are?"
"Don’t you know?" Rong Mochen lifted Jin Jumo’s chin, his dark eyes directly staring into her sparkling Taohua eyes, asking calmly.
The words slid down Jin Jumo’s throat, rolling around before she swallowed them back, pursing her lips without speaking.
After a moment, Rong Mochen sighed softly, holding her chin and shaking it lightly, "Stubborn!"
Jin Jumo’s brow moved slightly, at a certain moment, suddenly lowering her long eyelashes.
Rong Mochen pressed his thin lips tight, lifted her chin again, looking at her, "What happened suddenly?"
Jin Jumo’s hands placed on his shoulders slowly clenched, hidden hope and tension in her Taohua eyes, "If I asked you, four years ago that night when you didn’t come home, were you with Tang Ruan... would you tell me, you weren’t, right?"
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo, his dark eyes suddenly tightening, the tension deep in his pupils was visible to Jin Jumo, a chill quickly spreading from her heart to her entire body.
Rong Mochen abruptly tightened his arms, "No."
Jin Jumo’s face turned pale, her eyes water-red.
Rong Mochen’s throat moved, his large hand holding Jin Jumo’s face, his dark eyes steadfastly staring at her, "No, nothing happened between Tang Ruan and me."
Jin Jumo’s eyes paused, a trace of confusion passed through her eyes.
"That night I was indeed with her, but it wasn’t just me, also Yicheng and the others," Rong Mochen said.
Jin Jumo was silent for a few seconds, puzzled, "I called you, she answered."
"You called me?" Rong Mochen was slightly taken aback.
Jin Jumo looked into his eyes for a while, slowly nodded.
Rong Mochen’s expression was cold, a fleeting hostility in his eyes, "That day she invited me out, using the excuse of having information about your grandfather to tell me. At that time, she probably already knew I was investigating this matter and also knew I was aware that your grandfather’s death was related to her, which is why she invited me out."