Chapter 221: Chapter 216: Can You Please Talk to Me Properly? (1)
Jin Jumo felt the force on her arm intensify again after she spoke, causing her whole body to shudder with pain, only then did the force slowly, slowly ease.
The heavy, hurried breathing above her was filled with torment with each inhale and exhale.
Jin Jumo stiffly blinked her eyes, reaching out to try and push him away.
But as soon as she lifted her hand, the force on her arm intensified again, making Jin Jumo dare not move recklessly.
Neither knew how long they maintained this posture.
Then suddenly he said, "Luckily."
"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes deepened with a shadow.
In the end, Jin Jumo wanted to get out of the car and take a taxi home, but Rong Mochen disagreed.
Helpless, Jin Jumo had to let him drive her to the Yu Yang Apartment Building.
In front of Yu Yang Apartment Building.
Jin Jumo looked up at the building, pressed her lips together, turned to look at the person sitting in the driver’s seat, but didn’t speak.
Rong Mochen slightly tugged his lips, reached out to rub her head, and said softly, "Don’t worry, I will definitely give you justice."
Jin Jumo’s eyes lightly flashed, "Mr. Rong, just remember the promise between us, and don’t break it. If Mr. Rong cannot abide by the promise between us, please don’t go back on your word..." she paused, then softly added, "and disturb each other’s lives once more."
Rong Mochen’s smile stiffened slightly, his gaze gradually cooled as he stared at Jin Jumo’s dark eyes, and sneered, "Do you need to remind me that often, or do you simply not believe I can give you justice?"
Jin Jumo lowered her head, "Whatever."
After speaking, Jin Jumo unfastened her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and walked towards the entrance of Yu Yang Apartment without looking back.
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo’s slender and delicate back, his clean and tidy large hand on the steering wheel suddenly clenched tightly.
Jin Jumo returned to the apartment, sat on the living room sofa for a few minutes, then got up and walked to the bedroom window. She looked out of the window and saw that the black car in front of the building had left. After pausing at the window for a few seconds, she left the bedroom.
Picking up the leather bag placed on the sofa, she was about to go out.
At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
A hint of surprise flashed in Jin Jumo’s eyes; she thought it might be someone returning. Her elegant brows slightly furrowed as she placed the leather bag back on the sofa and walked to the door to open it.
But when she saw the person standing at her door, Jin Jumo’s face couldn’t hide her surprise at the unexpected visitor.
The person at the door wore a cape coat, their two slender arms looked even thinner against the black sweater.
She was wearing a black short skirt and burgundy tights, with over-the-knee leather boots on her feet.
On her head was a lady’s hat with a touch of English style. Her fair hands gracefully held a small yet elegant burgundy leather bag.
The whole person could be both fashionable and ladylike.
They stared at each other, not speaking for quite some time.
Jin Jumo, as the host, spoke first, "Do you have business, or are you looking for someone?"
"I have business, and also am looking for someone." The other gripped the handbag tightly, her soft voice with a hint of nervousness.
Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow, indicating she was asking her.
The visitor swallowed slightly and glanced cautiously into the apartment, then looked at Jin Jumo and said in a low voice, "Can I come in and talk?"
Jin Jumo narrowed her eyes slightly, her body leaning back a step to the side.
The visitor took a deep breath and carefully stepped inside.
Standing in the hallway, the visitor awkwardly asked Jin Jumo, "Do you have shoe covers?"
Jin Jumo took out a pair of new ladies’ cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet, "No shoe covers, only these."
"...Thank you." she said.
Jin Jumo stood to the side, waiting until she had changed her shoes before turning and walking towards the living room, "Is plain water okay?"
"I only drink freshly squeezed juice."
The voice came from behind, and Jin Jumo’s steps paused. She turned to the refrigerator and took out grapes from it.
"I only drink peach juice."
"..." Jin Jumo tightened her grip on the grape stem and suddenly laughed, stuffing the grapes back into the refrigerator. She turned and looked at the woman crouching in front of the sofa, wiping the sofa with wet wipes.
As the corners of her mouth tightened slightly, Jin Jumo moved directly to the dining table and dragged a chair over for her.
"..." She looked at Jin Jumo in surprise.
Jin Jumo’s eyes, as beautiful as peach blossoms, sparkled, "Sit down."
The visitor’s face stiffened, lips pressed together, "I saw crumbs on the sofa, so..."
"With kids at home, it’s often like this. Have a seat, there are no crumbs on the chair." Jin Jumo nodded in understanding.
The visitor looked at Jin Jumo’s face for a while as if she was reassured by the absence of displeasure on her face, and finally relaxed enough to sit on the chair.
Jin Jumo sat on the sofa opposite her, her expression indifferent, silently observing her.
Feeling somewhat uneasy under Jin Jumo’s gaze, she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, while subtly taking in the surroundings of the apartment.
As she observed, Jin Jumo also remained silent, quietly watching her.
"Have you been living here all along?" She looked at Jin Jumo, with a trace of sympathy in her eyes.
Jin Jumo pretended not to notice, responding in a calm tone, "I’ve been living here for a while."
"..." She paused and continued, "I heard you already have two children. Don’t you feel cramped living here?"
Jin Jumo squinted, staring intently at her.
Seeing this, a trace of embarrassment crossed her face, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, I didn’t mean to look down on you. I just thought children like to play, and space is too small to do so."
"Miss hasn’t said who you’re looking for, or what’s the matter?" Jin Jumo directly changed the topic to the point.
The woman was taken aback, slightly widening her eyes at Jin Jumo, "You don’t recognize me?"
Jin Jumo smiled, "Should I recognize you?"
"..." The woman was startled again, it took her a while before she looked at Jin Jumo and slowly coaxed, "Didn’t you think, you and I, you and I look a lot alike?"
"Do I look a lot like you?" Jin Jumo said with no expression at all.
Gu Lingyi slightly frowned, pressed her lips, and fell silent for a long time before saying, "You don’t need to pretend, I know you knew who I was the moment you saw me."
"You misunderstood, didn’t you? If I knew who you were, why would I pretend not to? Is there a need for that?"
Jin Jumo said slowly.
Gu Lingyi bit her lip, suddenly glaring at Jin Jumo with some resentment, "After I saw you that day, I asked my mommy. My mommy admitted that you are her daughter, my sister. And my mommy said you have seen me before. But now you say you don’t recognize me. You’re so hypocritical."
Jin Jumo’s eyes remained calm, "Did you ever think that maybe I don’t want to acknowledge knowing you, simply because I don’t wish to? Respecting my own feelings makes me hypocritical?"
Gu Lingyi hesitated, "But now you’ve admitted to knowing me."
Jin Jumo shrugged, leaning her back against the soft sofa, "You came to find me, not just because you learned who I am, right?"
"..." Gu Lingyi gazed at Jin Jumo in a daze.
Indeed, she came to find her.
Not because she discovered she was her half-sister, but because of... that man!
Thinking of that heartless man, Gu Lingyi’s eyes reddened, she pouted, as if suffering a world of grievances, "I can let my mommy acknowledge you, accept that you’re my sister, even agree to let you move into my house. But can you not compete with me for him? I really love him dearly."
Listen to this tone, how much like condescension!
Jin Jumo felt a pain at the corners of her eyes, but she bent her brows and eyes and softly laughed, "Miss Gu, your terms are really tempting, but what should I do? I have no interest at all!"
"You disagree?" Gu Lingyi looked incredulously at Jin Jumo.
She thought those were the largest and most accommodating terms she could offer.
And she disagrees?
What does she want?
Could it really be to replace her, to marry that man?
How can that be?
"What more do you want? Just say it, as long as I can give it, I can satisfy you." Gu Lingyi almost jumped up from the chair, grabbing Jin Jumo’s neck demanding agreement.
Jin Jumo looked at her anxiously eager eyes, Taohua eyes narrowed, suddenly asking, "How old are you?"
Gu Lingyi was stunned for a long time before confusedly saying, "Nineteen."
"Nineteen only..." Jin Jumo frowned slightly, "Is that how she taught you?"
"..." Gu Lingyi’s face changed repeatedly, looking at Jin Jumo with a trace of resentment, "What do you mean?"
Jin Jumo seemed distracted, hearing her words, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, looked at her, speaking blandly, "Nothing."
"Just say it, what exactly do you want?" Gu Lingyi seemed impatient, frowning slightly with some impatience, said.
"Hmm?" Jin Jumo looked nonchalant, expression perplexed, as if she didn’t understand what Gu Lingyi meant.
Even if Gu Lingyi were slow to react, seeing Jin Jumo like this, she knew she was humoring her!
Her face instantly dropped, she stood up abruptly.
Jin Jumo felt a twitch in her brow, still looked at her blankly.
Gu Lingyi suddenly became angrily uncontrollable, domineeringly staring at Jin Jumo’s lazily confused look as if she didn’t care about her at all, "What more do you want? I’ve already agreed to help you reconcile with mommy, even acknowledged you as a sister, agreed you move into our home, isn’t that enough?"
"If you weren’t so greedy, how would my mommy be so heartbroken and not want to care about you anymore?" She sharply added another sentence.
Jin Jumo’s eyes narrowed slightly, the hands softly placed on her lap gently clenched, frowning at Gu Lingyi, "Did she tell you, it’s because I am too greedy, so she doesn’t want to acknowledge me?"
"Not only that, my mommy told me you have eyes only for money, completely devoid of any mother-daughter sentiment with her, hmph, truly a white-eyed wolf where money is mom!" Gu Lingyi said indignant.
"..."
White-eyed wolf...
Jin Jumo clenched her fingers; she thought she had already given up all hope for that woman four years ago, would not be heartbroken even the tiniest bit for her.