Faded Makeup

Chapter 232 - 227: I’ve Been Too Patient With You

Chapter 232: Chapter 227: I’ve Been Too Patient With You


Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the bedroom door.


Jin Jumo’s emotions had mostly calmed down. Hearing the knock, she pursed her lips, walked over, and opened the door.


Seeing Gu Yan standing at the door, Jin Jumo wasn’t surprised at all.


Gu Yan deliberately ignored Jin Jumo’s slightly red eyes and smiled, "Little Mo Mo, Boss Rong and I have already sent Xixi and Hanhan back to their room. The two little guys haven’t washed up, and we two grown men can’t do it, so you better go."


Jin Jumo nodded slightly and headed towards the children’s room next door.


After walking halfway, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Gu Yan, softly asking, "What about him?"


"You mean Boss Rong?" Gu Yan asked in confusion.


Jin Jumo lowered her eyes, a touch of discomfort flashed across her face, and she nodded.


Gu Yan glanced at Jin Jumo’s uncomfortable face, squinted, and chuckled, "Boss Rong went downstairs."


Gone?


Jin Jumo was taken aback.


Seeing this, Gu Yan squinted again and said, "Little Mo Mo, Boss Rong has a bad temper, bear with him."


"Gu Yan, did you really inform the Z City media that Mr. Rong is canceling the marriage contract with Miss Gu?" Jin Jumo asked, frowning.


"Of course." Gu Yan nodded.


"But..."


"Wait, Little Mo Mo, I’m getting a call."


As soon as Jin Jumo began speaking, Gu Yan raised his phone to her.


"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered slightly.


She didn’t know what the other party said.


Gu Yan waved at Jin Jumo and turned to walk out the door.


Jin Jumo, "..."


Early the next morning, when Jin Jumo led Xixi and Hanhan downstairs, she could see from afar the Infiniti parked below, with a man in a tan trench coat sitting inside.


The man’s sharp and deep gaze swept over, and Jin Jumo’s lashes dropped as she led the two little ones towards the Infiniti.


Seeing Jin Jumo approaching, the man narrowed his deep black eyes slightly, clenched his thin lips, and stared at her without speaking.


Xixi saw the man in the car, and her chubby little paws eagerly patted the car window, "Daddy, daddy, it’s me, Xixi..."


Rong Mochen’s cold and hard features softened, and he looked gently at Xixi, lowering the car window, "Xixi."


"Daddy." Xixi called to him brightly, her two black eyes filled with excitement, "Daddy, are you here to take Brother and me to school?"


Rong Mochen tugged his lips lightly, didn’t answer Xixi, but looked towards Jin Jumo.


Jin Jumo bit her lower lip and whispered, "Is it convenient for you, Mr. Rong?"


Rong Mochen’s deep eyes narrowed slightly, raised his brows, unlocked the rear car door, looked at Jin Jumo, and said indifferently, "Get in."


"Yay" Xixi excitedly made a victory sign.


Rong Mochen looked at his daughter, his thin lips slightly curved.


The car had child seats available, and Jin Jumo placed Xixi and Hanhan in the child seats, then took a seat in the passenger seat herself.


Rong Mochen looked slightly surprised at Jin Jumo.


Jin Jumo looked straight ahead as if nothing had happened.


Rong Mochen pressed his thin lips lightly and drove towards the kindergarten.


Watching Xixi and Hanhan enter the kindergarten, Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong, can you take me to the hospital?"


Rong Mochen’s relaxed face slightly sank, his black eyes stared sharply at Jin Jumo.


Jin Jumo did not avoid his sharp gaze, her eyes stubbornly fixed on him.


Rong Mochen snorted coldly, abruptly turned, and walked towards the car.


Jin Jumo lowered her eyes and followed closely behind him.


Rong Mochen opened the car door to get in, and she did the same.


Rong Mochen breathed heavily, his face a grim shadow as he stared at Jin Jumo buckling her seatbelt.


Once her seatbelt was fastened, Jin Jumo turned to stare out the window, seemingly unaware of Rong Mochen’s gaze on her.


Rong Mochen clenched his right fist, "Get out!"


Jin Jumo’s long lashes trembled, but she didn’t move.


"Get out!" Rong Mochen raised his voice, his tone full of angry menace, almost as if he wanted to devour her.


Jin Jumo slightly bit her lip, the hand near the car door gripped into a fist.


"Get lost!"


"..." Jin Jumo’s lips turned pale, she clenched her fist hard, her hand trembling slightly as she pushed open the car door and got out.


She barely got out when the car sped away behind her.


The strong wind from the car wheels passed over the ground, slicing at her calves like knives.


Jin Jumo almost lost her balance.


Taking two deep breaths, Jin Jumo’s small face tensed, she turned around, and hailed a taxi, following the Infiniti.


Rong Mochen’s five-star hotel.


Rong Mochen entered the hotel just before Jin Jumo followed.


They even took the same elevator.


The VIP presidential suite had a dedicated elevator.


Because few people used it, the elevator contained only Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen.


Jin Jumo couldn’t help but glance at the man beside her from the elevator’s reflective wall.


The man’s expression was poor at the moment, brutal and cold, his black eyes faintly glowing with a scarlet light, as if a predatory beast about to leap and tear apart the prey near him.


Jin Jumo’s fingertips couldn’t stop trembling, her back already soaked with cold sweat.


At this moment, if Jin Jumo had any sense, she should immediately distance herself from this "beast" emitting dangerous signals.


However, Jin Jumo happened to be stubborn.


Not only did she not leave, but instead, at the moment the man stepped out of the elevator, she followed closely.


Rong Mochen, with legs like a gust of wind, carried an aura of frigid coldness, as if everything he touched was covered in a layer of ice.


At the entrance of the suite, Rong Mochen opened the door and went in, heading straight for the master bedroom.


Jin Jumo stood at the door, watching Rong Mochen walking towards the master bedroom while taking off his clothes. Her heart fluttered, her legs halted at the door, neither moving forward nor retreating.


He walked to the suite’s small bar, twisted open a bottle of red wine, poured half a glass, and drank it in one gulp.


Jin Jumo glanced at his adam’s apple moving, her heart tightened again, and she completely diverted her eyes elsewhere.


Suddenly.


A loud smack.


The wine glass was placed heavily back on the bar by the man.


Jin Jumo’s heart tightened, and her whole body involuntarily pressed closer to the door frame.


Rong Mochen turned his gaze, his deep black eyes profound and inscrutable like an ancient well, coldly staring at Jin Jumo.


Jin Jumo felt as if every glance he cast at her was like a cold little snake crawling over her, making her hair stand on end.


Suddenly, Jin Jumo wanted to escape.


But the man seemed to see through her thoughts, his thin lips twisted into a cold arc.


Under Jin Jumo’s panicked gaze, he leaped towards her in a few strides, grabbed her slender wrist, and yanked her into the room.


Seeing the door slam shut before her eyes, Jin Jumo’s heart turned completely chaotic.


She looked pale at Rong Mochen.


Rong Mochen pressed one hand on Jin Jumo’s shoulder, pushing her directly into the corner of the wall.


The faint scent from his recent shower, mingled with obvious anger and male hormones, assaulted her in waves.


Jin Jumo instantly found it hard to breathe, her delicate brows knitting in distress.


"Speak, what do you want?" Rong Mochen asked, his voice carrying a laugh yet cold.


Jin Jumo didn’t know if this behavior of his was a sign of extreme anger.


But in her heart, she felt a true and real chill.


The soles of her feet were cold!


Rong Mochen pressed her shoulder, exerting force on the hand gripping her wrist.


The pain combined with deep-seated fear made Jin Jumo’s body uncontrollably shake.


Rong Mochen glanced at her trembling shoulder, and the chill on his face deepened, "Is it because I’m too patient with you, or do you think I love you too much to want to punish you?"


Punish...


Jin Jumo was startled, eyes widening, staring in horror at Rong Mochen’s cruel face under his rage.


Rong Mochen leaned in closer, his abdomen pressed tightly against her, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of love and hate when he saw Jin Jumo’s face turn as white as a sheet, clenching his teeth, "Weren’t you quite bold when you followed me?"


Jin Jumo swallowed twice, her voice trembling despite trying her best to control it, "I followed you because I have something to tell you."


"Something to say, is it?" Rong Mochen sneered, "I’ll give you a chance to speak."


"Mr. Rong’s emotions are unstable right now, perhaps, perhaps later..."


"Stop with the nonsense, speak then, didn’t you want to talk? Today I’ll let you talk as much as you want, speak heartily."


"Today’s not suitable, another day I’ll arrange to meet Mr. Rong..."


Rong Mochen pressed her hands against the wall, trapping her between his long legs with abandon, staring at Jin Jumo’s panicked face, his voice unexpectedly cold, "Indeed, right now isn’t suitable for talking, after all, there’s something more important to do."


More important?


Jin Jumo’s eyes tightened, his lips were already unstoppable, covering hers.


"Rong, mm..."


Every attempt she made to stop him, he effortlessly dodged, with her about to fall into his clutches.


Tears suddenly streamed down Jin Jumo’s cheeks, her throat choking violently with sobs, "I’m begging you..."


Rong Mochen’s movements paused slightly, then he tightened his lips, lifting her slender waist without hesitation, stripping away her jeans too.


Then, securely encircling the panicking, cowering her within his domain.


His black eyes glared at her fiercely like a ferocious tiger, his voice hoarse beyond measure, "Didn’t you want me to take you to the hospital? How about after this I’ll take you?"


"..." Jin Jumo covered her face, overwhelmed by the shame flooding her heart.


Rong Mochen gritting his teeth, relentlessly brushed away her hands from covering her face, pinched her chin up, staring at her tear-stained eyes, "Do you still want me to take you? Hmm?"


Jin Jumo sobbed heavily, her long, dense lashes lined with tiny droplets, looking at him with grievances and shame, her voice hoarse and small, "Rong Mochen, you’re too despicable."


"Am I despicable or are you despicable?"


Rong Mochen shouted.


Jin Jumo closed her eyes, tears continuously rolling down from the tips of her lashes.


"..." Jin Jumo, in pain, retreated her chest, her eyes filled with fright.


"Really want to tear you apart!" Rong Mochen gritted his teeth.


Jin Jumo’s throat quivered twice, staring at him with red, swollen eyes, not daring to provoke him.


Rong Mochen pressed into her, the two almost bare.


Both their bodies radiated intense heat.


Jin Jumo could feel his earlier wave of frustration had dissipated a lot.


But being like this now, there was inevitably some embarrassment and shame between them.