Chapter 193: Chapter 190: Cheerfully Calling Her "Sister-in-Law
But after taking two or three steps forward, a sinister gaze glanced over at her.
Xu Ruyao’s heart trembled, and her steps paused for a second.
But in that one or two seconds, Jin Jumo was taken away from the banquet hall by Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s action undoubtedly shocked everyone present once again.
Everyone’s gaze simultaneously turned to Ying Jingyao, with varied expressions, but all carried a hint of seeing a spectacle.
Ying Jingyao clenched his jaw and was about to chase after them.
"Young Master Ying." Gu Yan timely dashed over, grabbing Ying Jingyao’s shoulder, a fake smile plastered on his baby face, "There’s something I want to discuss with you, Young Master Ying."
Ying Jingyao watched as Rong Mochen and Jin Jumo disappeared around the corner, his expression suddenly turning violent, he brushed Gu Yan’s hand off his shoulder and was about to pursue them again.
"Is Young Master Ying not giving face?" Lei Yicheng’s towering physique silently blocked the way.
"Move aside!" Ying Jingyao glared viciously at Lei Yicheng, his voice hoarse with rage.
Lei Yicheng looked at the anger on Ying Jingyao’s face, merely smiled lightly, but the sound slipping from his throat was cold as ice, "What if I don’t want to move?"
Ruan Chen had just run to the Lincoln car parked outside the hotel to get the medicine Jian Liangtong had left in her bag and returned to the hotel to give it to Jian Liangtong. Because he was in a hurry, his handsome face was covered in sweat. Watching Jian Liangtong gradually calm down, his tightly clenched hands didn’t relax at all, and his moist red eyes kept staring at the entrance of the hotel.
Frowning, Ruan Chen followed her gaze and saw a man with a slender figure in a black trench coat arriving with Rong Mochen and others.
He was also watching Jian Liangtong, but those eyes revealed more of a predatory and bloodthirsty madness.
Ruan Chen tightened his brow and quickly glanced towards the tense Ying Jingyao, shielding Jian Liangtong’s view with his chest, pressing his warm thumb against her tense face, saying, "Take Hao Hao and leave here."
Jian Liangtong’s face was pale, her red lips also appeared sickly white, and her almond eyes were filled with restless anxiety, "But Ju Zi."
"Barely able to protect yourself, and you’re still worrying about others?" Ruan Chen sighed lightly.
"She is not just anyone." Jian Liangtong whispered softly.
Ruan Chen pressed his lips together, "If someone else took Ju Zi away, something unpredictable might happen, but if it’s Rong Mochen who took her, you can rest assured, he won’t do anything to your Ju Zi."
Ruan Chen’s ears twitched, pulling his lips into a thin line, fixedly staring at Jian Liangtong, saying in a gloomy voice, "He’s coming over, if you don’t leave now, it will be too late."
Fear filled Jian Liangtong’s eyes, her fingers trembling, looking at Ruan Chen.
Ruan Chen stared at her frightened face, something quickly flashed in his eyes, he bent slightly and picked up Hao Hao, thrusting him into the arms of a subordinate who had appeared at some point, ordering in a deep voice, "Take Miss Jian and the little master to my place."
After a pause, "Make sure they reach safely!"
"Alright." The subordinate agreed, glanced at Jian Liangtong, and holding Hao Hao, walked toward the hotel entrance.
Jian Liangtong watched him take Hao Hao away, her eyelashes trembled twice, then without further hesitation, quickly followed them.
"Jian Liangtong!"
A cold shout came from behind.
Jian Liangtong clenched her hands abruptly, her back straightened, her legs moving even faster toward the exit.
"Stop!"
The man’s handsome face was cold, his pupils blood-red like ox blood, and he clenched his fists as if about to leap after her.
Ruan Chen coldly pulled the corners of his lips, leisurely blocking the man’s path.
The man halted his steps, glaring coldly at him, "What are you, daring to block my way!"
Ruan Chen slightly raised an eyebrow, "I’ve long heard the Second Young Master Huo has a peculiar temperament, unpredictable moods, and today seeing it firsthand, the rumors are true. Second Young Master Huo, I’ve admired you for a long time."
Huo Chengjin’s figure was slender and tall, his appearance among men not outstanding, yet he had an inherent mix of sinister and rogue temperament. In a group of striking men like Rong Mochen and others, he would not be overshadowed at all, instead, he had his unique aura, not to be underestimated.
Huo Chengjin arched his brow, glanced at the hotel entrance, but saw Jian Liangtong and Jian Chenghao had already been taken away, chasing after them now would probably be too late.
Thinking of this, Huo Chengjin’s tightly drawn lips gradually relaxed, the edges of his thin lips curled up slightly, the gloom in his eyes instantly vanished, and looking at Ruan Chen with a seemingly teasing stare, he said, "I have such a good temper, who is the short-sighted person spread the rumor that I have a peculiar temperament, they don’t want to live!"
Huo Chengjin spoke easily, as if joking.
Ruan Chen stared at Huo Chengjin and smiled as well.
The two sly foxes stared at each other for a while, invisible swords clanging in the air above them.
After a while, they nearly turned around simultaneously.
Huo Chengjin walked over to Lei Yicheng and Gu Yan’s side, while Ruan Chen stood beside Ying Jingyao. Both sides were ready for confrontation, the tension palpable.
Jin Jumo was dragged and held tightly by a powerful man all the way to the restroom.
The restroom door was kicked shut by the man, and Jin Jumo was immediately pinned against the door, her chin gripped.
Jin Jumo’s eyes were evasive as she looked at the man’s cold and terrifying face, the tingling pain in her palms reminded her of what she had just done.
Her slender shoulder was firmly clamped by the man, trembling slightly.
Rong Mochen lifted her chin, his fierce gaze burning like toxic fire, "Jin Jumo!"
Jin Jumo’s heart was in turmoil, more than ever, she didn’t want to face him, "Mr. Rong, I, I’ve told you, you’ve got the wrong person!"
"Jin Jumo, do you want to die here, hmm?" Rong Mochen suddenly grabbed her chin with force, pressing his thumb on the pink mark on her fair skin.
Jin Jumo’s long eyelashes trembled fiercely, "I am not, I"
"Not what? Not Jin Jumo, or didn’t mean to slap me?"
Rong Mochen sneered, his locked black eyes filled with a storm, as if telling Jin Jumo that if she dared to deny it again, he would wrench her jaw off!
Jin Jumo’s face flashed with struggle, for a long time, her chaotic thoughts slightly calmed down, she clenched her numb palm, staring at him, "What will it take for you to let me go?"
"You know what I want!" Rong Mochen’s deep black eyes stared deeply at Jin Jumo’s unmasked face.
"I don’t know what Mr. Rong wants, I didn’t know four years ago, and I still don’t know four years later."
Jin Jumo’s lips tugged slightly with sorrow, the usually bright peach blossom eyes were now filled with sadness.
Rong Mochen’s ruthless face suddenly softened, but his hard chest pressed even harder against her, his voice low and soft, "You finally admitted it."
Jin Jumo smirked sadly, looking at him, "Does it matter whether I admit it or not, is it important?"
Anyway, whether she admitted it or not, he wouldn’t let her go easily! So what’s the point!
"To me, it matters."
Rong Mochen’s fingers, which were pinching her chin, slowly moved to grind her tender cheek, his thin lips pressed down, stopping at her trembling lower lip, his dark eyes staring intently into her bright eyes.
Jin Jumo avoided meeting his gaze, her whole face unable to relax.
Suddenly, the power of the long finger gently caressing her cheek increased abruptly.
Jin Jumo’s face was pressed with a "dimple" by his thumb, yet his hand remained on her face.
Jin Jumo winced in pain, instinctively reaching out to pry his long fingers away.
Rong Mochen glanced at her slender, slender hands like green onions, narrowed his eyes slightly, released his grip, and clasped her hand into his palm.
Jin Jumo looked at the large, distinct jointed hand holding hers, her heart suddenly skipped two beats, her eyes flashed with aversion, and she tried to pull back hard.
Rong Mochen wouldn’t allow her to escape, his other hand tightened around her slender waist, their bodies, already without a gap, now stuck even closer.
In an instant, Jin Jumo could clearly feel his vigorous and steady heartbeat, rhythmically vibrating against her chest.
Her breathing quickened, Jin Jumo’s ears turned burning red, her long lashes fluttered slightly, she looked up at his calm face, her breath unsteady, "I have urgent business, can Mr. Rong say anything another day?"
"Urgent business?"
Jin Jumo’s words seemed to provoke him, the arm around her waist tightened again, so tight she almost felt like he would snap her waist in the next second.
Beads of sweat appeared on Jin Jumo’s nose, her lashes shaking even more violently.
"Why go back on your word?"
Rong Mochen’s low and deep voice suddenly became icy cold.
Jin Jumo lightly parted her lips, looking at him in confusion, her voice thin with breathlessness, "I don’t understand what Mr. Rong means."
Rong Mochen’s forehead pressed down, touching hers, the high slender nose pressed heavily against Jin Jumo’s small nose tip, making it even more difficult for Jin Jumo to breathe.
"We agreed on a month, but while I wasn’t around, you planned to secretly take my child and run to someone else’s home."
Jin Jumo still couldn’t escape his grasp.
Jin Jumo’s eyes paused, looking at his face.
On that cold and indifferent face, at the moment, was etched a faint trace of pain, even those deep black eyes had gained a hint of compassion.
Jin Jumo’s lips curled slightly, her tone relaxed, "The two children didn’t give me any trouble, the delivery was smooth."
Rong Mochen stared at her heavily, his black eyes suddenly sank again, showing no emotion.
Rong Mochen’s brow twitched tight twice, all his actions suddenly paused, and his handsome face flushed red, now black as the bottom of a pot, gradually lifted his black eyes, eerily staring at Jin Jumo’s anxious face.
Jin Jumo caught sight of his fists clenched, knuckles creaking.
Jin Jumo quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze.
Finally, someone was willing to let her leave.
Jin Jumo couldn’t wait to leave the bathroom, while straightening her slightly wrinkled evening gown, rushing towards the direction of the banquet hall.
However, after just a few steps, her arm was pulled from behind, spinning half a circle into a broad chest.
Jin Jumo’s eyes quickly blinked with vigilance, staring defensively at him.
Rong Mochen looked at her guarded state, displeasure flashed in his black eyes, he pressed his lips, and said indifferently, "Together."
"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes contracted, but before she could speak, she was led by him, walking forward.
From the bathroom to the banquet hall, it took less than a minute.