Chapter 239: Chapter 234: In His Heart, No One Can Compare to Her (1)
Gu Yan and Lei Yicheng put Xixi and Hanhan into the bedroom and came out, only to see Jin Jumo standing at the door, looking somewhat confused.
Gu Yan and Lei Yicheng exchanged glances, stepped forward, and grabbed Jin Jumo’s arm to lead her inside, "Little Mo Mo, you and Xixi Hanhan will stay here temporarily. I’ll have someone prepare food and other necessities and send them over tomorrow."
Jin Jumo nodded, looking at Gu Yan, "Can I borrow your phone for a moment?"
"Well..." Gu Yan laughed awkwardly, "I guess you can, but I need to ask Boss Rong for permission."
Jin Jumo’s lips twitched slightly, turning to look at Lei Yicheng.
Lei Yicheng’s stern face broke into a slight smile, "Don’t look at me, you asked Gu Yan first."
"..." Jin Jumo frowned.
"Here."
Xiao Nanqing came in at that moment, handing over his phone to Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo was startled, looking at Xiao Nanqing’s face, which was as handsome as it was slightly sinister.
She wondered if it was just her illusion, but she felt as if Xiao Nanqing had been... trying to please her?
Xiao Nanqing seemed to know what Jin Jumo was thinking, and with a cold sneer, he was about to take the phone back.
Jin Jumo quickly grabbed the phone from his hand, "Thank you."
Xiao Nanqing rolled his eyes elegantly.
Jin Jumo felt a bit embarrassed, but she held tightly onto the phone.
Gu Yan, noticing this, his usually wild and childish face darkened, glaring at Xiao Nanqing irritatedly.
Xiao Nanqing pretended not to see, furrowing his brows, "This whole night has exhausted me, I’m heading back now."
With that, Xiao Nanqing put his hands in his pockets and left gracefully like an enigma.
Gu Yan twitched his lips and said to Jin Jumo, "Little Mo Mo, you should rest. Don’t worry, it’s completely safe here."
Jin Jumo glanced at Gu Yan, didn’t say anything, and holding the phone, she entered the room where Xixi and Hanhan were sleeping.
Watching Jin Jumo’s back, Gu Yan frustratedly ruffled his hair, "Little Mo Mo must be going to inform that Ying Jingyao. I really don’t know what’s so great about Ying Jingyao!"
Lei Yicheng raised an eyebrow and replied nonchalantly, "If someone chased after you for four years, you’d understand what’s so great about that person."
Gu Yan moved his lips a few times, glared at Lei Yicheng, and scoffed, "A hypocrite isn’t great at all, are your eyes just for decoration?"
"Gu Yan!" Lei Yicheng snapped, "Do you want to die?"
"I’m done talking to you. You guys only know how to make sarcastic comments, cause trouble, act like hypocrites, and don’t consider Boss Rong’s interests. Boss Rong is really blind to consider you all brothers!"
Gu Yan fumed.
Seeing him speak more and more nonsensically, Lei Yicheng couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, "Stop talking nonsense. Who doesn’t see through your little schemes?"
Isn’t he just afraid that Jin Jumo will end up with Ying Jingyao, and he’ll never see Xixi again, that’s why he’s so anxious?
If it wasn’t for knowing him for so many years and understanding him, Lei Yicheng might have suspected that he had other intentions towards Xixi!
Gu Yan’s face turned red instantly, pointing at Lei Yicheng, he fumed for a long time without saying a word.
Lei Yicheng couldn’t be bothered to look at him and left the apartment with large strides.
Leaving the apartment, Lei Yicheng glanced at the man leaning against the wall smoking, narrowed his eyes, "I’m leaving."
Rong Mochen looked up at him, "Thanks for the hard work."
Lei Yicheng pursed his lips, and after a while, smiled and said, "We’re brothers; no need for words!"
Rong Mochen’s brow slightly raised, and the corner of his thin lips twitched.
After Lei Yicheng left, Gu Yan lazily came out, "Boss Rong, I’m heading back too."
Rong Mochen nodded.
Gu Yan glanced at Rong Mochen, then at the pile of cigarette butts on the ground.
He hesitated and finally couldn’t help but frown, "Boss Rong, when you go in to see Xixi and Hanhan, remember to take a shower, don’t suffocate them."
"..." Rong Mochen’s eyebrows twitched, his dark eyes coldly gazing at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan felt a chill down his spine, hurriedly said nothing more, and slipped away.
After Gu Yan left, Rong Mochen held a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn’t take a single puff.
Jin Jumo returned to the room and immediately dialed Ying Jingyao’s number from memory.
The call connected quickly.
"Jingyao..."
"Miss Ye?"
However, as soon as Jin Jumo spoke, she was interrupted by a questioning female voice.
Jin Jumo’s grip on the phone tightened, and after taking a deep breath, she said, "I’m looking for Ying Jingyao, could you please hand the phone over to him?"
"I’m afraid not." The woman chuckled lightly.
Jin Jumo furrowed her brows deeply before asking, "Who are you?"
"Miss Ye, you have a poor memory, have you forgotten me so soon?" the woman said with a triumphant and provocative tone in her voice.
Jin Jumo narrowed her eyes but remained silent.
The woman chuckled again, "Alright, I won’t tease Miss Ye anymore. I’m Zhuo Wenji. Mrs. Ying heard that President Ying injured his arm seriously, so she specially invited me to take care of him."
Zhuo Wenji deliberately emphasized the word "invited."
What concerned Jin Jumo wasn’t that; her peach blossom eyes glimmered, "Mrs. Ying already knows about Jingyao’s injury?"
"If Mrs. Ying didn’t know about President Ying’s injury, how would I know?" Zhuo Wenji laughed, "Miss Ye, oh no, I should now call you Mrs. Rong, I didn’t expect this."
Jin Jumo took a breath, "Miss Zhuo, I need to speak with Jingyao, please pass the phone to him."
"Is Mrs. Rong ordering me?" Zhuo Wenji deliberately provoked.
"I’ve already said it, please, Miss Zhuo." Jin Jumo said with patience.
"Oh, I didn’t hear it." Zhuo Wenji laughed coquettishly.
Jin Jumo’s furrowed brow deepened with impatience, "Miss Zhuo, what would it take for you to give him the phone?"
"Hmm..." Zhuo Wenji pretended to think for a while, then suddenly giggled like a girl who thought of something exciting, "Beg me, if you beg me, I’ll give the phone to President Ying, okay?"
"I’m afraid Miss Zhuo can’t handle that." Jin Jumo replied coldly.
"Alright, alright, I’m just joking with Mrs. Rong. How would I dare to really make the future wife of the Rong family president beg me? I’m not looking to die." Zhuo Wenji said languidly.
Jin Jumo frowned, "What does Miss Zhuo want then?"
"I don’t want anything. Mrs. Rong, it’s not that I won’t give the phone to President Ying, it’s just that President Ying isn’t at the hospital right now, and I don’t know where he went. How can I give it to him?" Zhuo Wenji said innocently.
Not at the hospital?
Jin Jumo lowered her long lashes, initially wanting Zhuo Wenji to inform Ying Jingyao that she had called, but upon second thought, realized Zhuo Wenji might not be willing.
Even if she agreed verbally, she definitely wouldn’t take it to heart.
So, she dropped the idea and hung up the phone.
S City, Hospital.
Zhuo Wenji heard the busy tone from the other end, her exquisitely made-up eyes squinting slightly as she pursed her lips and glanced around the empty ward.
After getting a call from Xu Ruyao at night, asking her to come to the hospital to look after Ying Jingyao, she hurried over.
But upon reaching the ward, she found that there was no one there.
She thought he had just stepped out temporarily and would be back soon.
But she waited and waited, yet he never returned.
Eventually, she couldn’t resist the drowsiness and fell asleep on the bed.
She was finally awakened by the ringtone of her phone.
Zhuo Wenji grasped her phone, a hint of suspicion flashing through her eyes as she looked around the ward.
Jin Jumo hung up the phone and stood on the balcony for a while. Just as she turned and walked back into the room from the balcony, her gaze met Rong Mochen’s as he opened the door and walked in.
Jin Jumo’s expression cooled slightly.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brow slightly, closed the door, and walked in.
"Rong..."
"Don’t talk, you’ll wake the kids." Rong Mochen glanced at her and said softly.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips together, lowering her voice, "I want to rest, Mr. Rong, please leave."
Rong Mochen stared at her, something deep and turbulent swirling in his profound eyes, and after a moment, he spoke in a low voice, "Still angry?"
Jin Jumo’s elegant brows drew together, but she repeated the same sentence, "I’m tired, I want to rest."
"So, you’re still upset," Rong Mochen said to himself.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly.
Rong Mochen walked to the bedside, paused as he looked down at Xixi and Hanhan, then reached out to pull the blanket that had slipped to their chests back up. As he was about to leave, as if still uneasy, he tucked the corners of the blanket again.
Jin Jumo watched without any extra expression on her face, but her mood fluctuated greatly.
Suddenly, Rong Mochen lifted his gaze, and his calm dark eyes were soft and gentle at this moment.
Jin Jumo’s eyes were stung for an instant, and she slightly moved her gaze away from him.
Rong Mochen frowned, made his way toward Jin Jumo slowly.
Jin Jumo’s back stiffened, clenching her hands, she exuded an extremely wary and defensive stance.
Rong Mochen’s deep eyes darkened, standing two steps away from Jin Jumo, he gazed at her intently and said softly, "For now, endure living here with the children. Once this period is over, I’ll take you and the kids back to Jinming Port City."
"Mr. Rong doesn’t need to tell me these things," Jin Jumo said coldly.
It wasn’t to deliberately provoke him, but rather because she truly felt it was unnecessary.
After all, any decision he made was based solely on his own mind, and when had he ever cared about others’ thoughts and opinions?
Instead of informing her routinely, it was better to say nothing at all.
Rong Mochen’s long brows tightened, and his deep dark eyes stayed on her for a while, "I promised you, and I will fulfill it completely. Those I owed you four years ago, I will make them pay one by one."
Jin Jumo’s eyes looked at him clearly, "What Mr. Rong wants to accomplish, you’ll naturally find a way to achieve."
Rong Mochen tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I owe you too. So what I’m enduring now is the debt I owe you, it’s the price I should pay."
Jin Jumo’s lips twitched slightly, after a moment, she said softly, "Mr. Rong doesn’t owe me anything."
He indeed owes her nothing.
Everything that happened four years ago, and everything she is experiencing now.
In the end, it stems from the decision she made back then.
From the decision to sell herself to him!
If she ever truly resented, it was because her heart was beyond her control at that moment.
This heart beat for him, but it did not fulfill her wish to receive his reciprocal affection.
His heart was with another woman, not with her.
Between her and the woman he loved, he remained loyal to his own heart and chose his beloved.