Chapter 271: Chapter 263: Rong Mochen: Keep Me Company for a Meal 2
Rong Mochen glanced at the papers in her hand, raising an eyebrow slightly, "What’s that?"
Jin Jumo blinked, "It’s the information for the kindergarten I found for Xixi and Hanhan."
Rong Mochen squinted slightly, "Let me see."
Jin Jumo paused briefly and handed over the papers in her hand.
Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo but didn’t take them.
Jin Jumo, puzzled, whispered, "Aren’t you going to look?"
"Yes." Rong Mochen stared at her, "Bring it to me."
Jin Jumo stopped in her tracks, staring at him strangely.
Rong Mochen remained calm, his dark eyes quietly watching Jin Jumo, "Won’t bring it over?"
Jin Jumo bit her lip, walked around the long table, and silently handed the papers to him again.
Rong Mochen stared at the document for a while, then suddenly held Jin Jumo’s wrist and pulled her to sit beside him.
Jin Jumo held her breath in shock, looking at him anxiously.
Rong Mochen had already lowered his head, his other hand leisurely flipping through the papers still in Jin Jumo’s grip.
The wrist he held jittered with an electrical sensation, Jin Jumo inhaled quietly, trying to pull her hand away.
But he said, "This kindergarten looks good."
Jin Jumo’s struggling movement was suddenly drawn to his comment, her eyes wide, "You think it’s good too?"
Rong Mochen nodded.
Jin Jumo felt happy for no reason, "I think so too. I’ve checked it out; the principal and teachers are very dedicated and patient with the children. Also, the lunch is rich and nutritious, Xixi will definitely like it. Most importantly, the security measures are detailed and careful, anyone entering the kindergarten, whether parents or others, requires identity verification..."
Rong Mochen patiently listened to Jin Jumo, watching her eyes grow brighter as she spoke, his thin lips scarcely curved.
However, he suddenly drew the papers from Jin Jumo’s hands, placing them on the long table, saying casually, "I’ve already arranged schooling for Xixi and Hanhan."
"..." Jin Jumo’s expression froze, "What did you say?"
"You heard." Rong Mochen said.
Jin Jumo felt like she had been doused with cold water.
Clenching her fingers, Jin Jumo looked at him angrily, "Since you’ve arranged it, why just now..."
"Do you want me to tell you directly that Xixi and Hanhan’s schooling is arranged without even looking?" Rong Mochen frowned, returning Jin Jumo’s gaze calmly.
"If you already had plans, why didn’t you tell me in advance? Do you know how many times I’ve run back and forth for Xixi and Hanhan’s schooling?"
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo’s angry little face, "Xixi and Hanhan are also my children. Is it wrong for me to arrange schooling for them? Why are you angry with me now?"
"Am I angry about you arranging schooling for Xixi Hanhan? I’m angry because you didn’t even discuss it with me at all!" Jin Jumo said.
"There’s no need for discussion." Rong Mochen replied coolly.
No need for discussion...
Jin Jumo trembled with anger, fiercely shook off his hand, stood up from the sofa, her eyes glaring red at him, "Rong Mochen, you are not only domineering and chauvinistic, but also completely selfish, I, oof..."
Jin Jumo’s words of anger were interrupted as someone pulled her waist and forcibly sat her on his lap, her slightly parted lips covered by his cool lips.
"Little Mo, I’ve missed you almost to madness."
He suddenly spoke, his voice taut, mixed with deep longing and sighs.
Jin Jumo’s eyes filled with tears, her hands gently placed on his shoulders, as she began to pound his shoulders lightly with each increasingly passionate kiss.
The grievances and sadness lingering in her heart over the past days seeped out completely at that moment.
"Little Mo..."
Jin Jumo’s tears fell continuously, her pounding hands speeding up, and a suppressed sob escaped her throat.
Rong Mochen’s heart ached terribly, his large hand gently stroked her cheek, his voice hoarse, "Don’t cry; if you don’t like my kissing, I won’t kiss you."
"..." Jin Jumo’s tears fell even harder, a hint of resentment squeezed out from her eyes, "Rong Mochen, why can’t you just be dead?"
Rong Mochen pursed his lips tightly, "You wish me dead?"
Jin Jumo covered her eyes with the back of her hand, crying in anger.
Rong Mochen immediately felt at a loss, his face taut, "Little Mo, please don’t cry, don’t cry."
The more he urged her not to cry, Jin Jumo cried even harder.
Rong Mochen was helpless, only able to hold her, anxiously watching her, waiting for her to calm down.
A quarter of an hour later, Jin Jumo indeed calmed down, but her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her nose and mouth were also red, looking at Rong Mochen with grievances.
Rong Mochen furrowed his eyebrows tightly toward the bridge of his nose, his brows forming a character of distress, his dark eyes anxiously fixed on her.
"Put me down." Jin Jumo spoke, her voice hoarse, unlike her usual tone.
How could Rong Mochen possibly let go?
His thin lips pressed into a straight line, firm and unyielding.
Jin Jumo’s eyes abruptly reddened.
Seeing this, Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed, yet he still didn’t back down.
Jin Jumo stared at him for a while, her voice raspy, "You’re not letting go, are you?"
Rong Mochen furrowed his brow, "Finding a kindergarten for Xixi and Hanhan, it was already being arranged the moment you returned to Z City. I wasn’t deliberately keeping it from you, I just wanted to wait until everything was ready before telling you."
Jin Jumo’s peach blossom eyes flickered slightly, lightly biting her lower lip, "I’ve been looking for schools for Xixi and Hanhan these past few days, don’t you know that?"
Rong Mochen stared at her, "I know. I’m fully aware of what you’ve been doing these days."
The moisture in her eyes swelled up again, Jin Jumo’s mouth trembled slightly, "Since you know, why didn’t you tell me that you’ve already found a school?"
Rong Mochen pressed his lips tightly, saying nothing.
Jin Jumo blinked away the mist in her eyes, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "You told me, if I don’t agree, you wouldn’t force me. But everything you’re doing now is forcing me, tormenting me, how do you expect me to trust what you say?"
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were masked, yet he remained silent.
Jin Jumo, upset, furrowed her brows tightly, the moisture seeping into her lashes, but her pair of peach blossom eyes became even darker and brighter, she spoke softly, "Why are you not speaking?"
After a long silence, Rong Mochen slowly raised his dark, soft lashes, his deep dark eyes fixed on Jin Jumo, "Little Mo, do you think you’re the only one who feels insecure?"
"..." Jin Jumo was stunned, what did he mean?
"Since meeting again four years later, not once have I felt real. I feel as if you are truly alive in this world, truly staying by my side. Just like now, you’re in my arms, yet I can’t feel your heart. The more you avoid me, the more I want to possess you."
Rong Mochen gazed at Jin Jumo, his voice hoarse and slow.
Jin Jumo’s eyes twitched violently.
His words gave her a mental shock, not just a little.
The man in front of her, he is President Rong of the Rong Family, wielding the economic lifeline of Z City, existing like a majestic king.
She always thought that a man like him would not have such insecurities or fears, he seemed omnipotent.
Yet every word he said to her revealed a truth, he was uneasy, afraid of losing her...
What made her worthy?
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, her lips moved slightly, yet she couldn’t utter a single word.
"I admit that forcing you is somewhat despicable, but so what if it is? As long as I can keep you by my side, what harm is there in being despicable once more?"
Jin Jumo shook her head in a panic, "I don’t understand, I’m ordinary, aren’t I?"
If he wanted a woman, there were thousands of them willing to be chosen by him.
What was she worth, to make him so uneasy?
Hearing Jin Jumo’s words, Rong Mochen let out a low laugh, his fingertip gently caressing her trembling eye corner, "A woman who could steal my heart says she’s ordinary. Should I say you’re underrating yourself or just too modest?"
"..." Jin Jumo’s cheeks flushed red, the sudden shyness almost made her not dare to meet his deep black gaze.
She shifted her eyes slightly and said nervously, "I wasn’t trying to seduce you."
Rong Mochen let out another brief laugh, pinching her soft, tender earlobe, his lips curling up slightly, "To me, even a glance or a smile from you is seduction, and a very successful one at that."
Jin Jumo’s fair neck also turned crimson, she lifted her eyes, staring at him, and said in a small voice, "I didn’t expect President Rong, who appears cold and indifferent, to also speak such sweet words."
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, "I take that as a compliment."
Jin Jumo bit her lip, suddenly saying, "You used to talk to Miss Tang Ruan like this too, didn’t you?"
Rong Mochen was slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting Jin Jumo to bring up Tang Ruan suddenly.
Rong Mochen squinted his eyes slightly, looking at Jin Jumo.
Having asked, Jin Jumo fixed her pair of clear peach blossom eyes on him, the emotions within which Rong Mochen couldn’t quite discern.
"Little Mo, Tang Ruan and I did indeed used to be together," Rong Mochen said.
"..." Jin Jumo’s mouth moved slightly, her voice lowering, "Since you were together, why didn’t you end up together in the end? I can tell, Miss Tang Ruan still likes you."
"Like?" Rong Mochen’s dark eyes flickered with a chilling coldness, "Perhaps there’s no one in this world she truly likes, the only one she likes is herself."
Jin Jumo frowned.
Rong Mochen pulled Jin Jumo closer, his eyes deeply fixed on her, "Little Mo, do you want to hear a story?"
Jin Jumo was startled, then looked at him with confusion, "A story?"
"My mother, Ms. Fang, was educated traditionally from a young age, deeply believing that the eldest son is to be revered, that they are the rightful inheritor of a family. So, from the start, she placed a special emphasis on nurturing my elder brother. As for me, since birth, I was sent to Rong Mansion to be raised by my grandfather, while she completely devoted herself to my brother.
My brother was outstanding, a dazzling star in the family, anyone standing next to him would pale in comparison. Meanwhile, I became the complete opposite of him; my brother was gentle and courteous, excellent in all areas, while I indulged in fights and brawls, a typical delinquent good-for-nothing.