Chapter 198: Chapter 194: I Want to Get Out, Now
Jin Jumo was forcibly shoved into the car again by him, buckled in the seatbelt and locked the car door. When he sat in the driver’s seat, Jin Jumo had just unfastened the seatbelt, reaching out to push the car door, only to find it wouldn’t budge.
The negative emotions piled up in her heart surged up again, rampantly running through her mind. Jin Jumo clenched her fists, lowered her head slightly, opened her lips and took a deep breath, then looked at Rong Mochen with bloodshot eyes, hoarsely said, "What exactly do you want from me?"
Rong Mochen tightened his thin lips, the emotions in his dark eyes were dense and profound, yet he remained silent, leaning to buckle the seatbelt for Jin Jumo once more.
Jin Jumo’s back was straight as a rod, her eyes rimmed with crimson liquid, but she forced herself to hold back the tears, staring at him intently, "What do you want from me?"
"Rong Mochen!" Jin Jumo’s joints were clenched to the point of turning white, emotions completely collapsed at this moment, she screamed hoarsely, "Speak up, say something, what do you want from me? You already have a fiancée, why are you still bothering with me? Can’t you stand to see me living well? What do I owe you? Tell me, I’ll repay you!"
Rong Mochen’s features were cold and hard, each segment of his long hands exerting force on the steering wheel, yet he still didn’t respond to Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo reached out to wipe the corner of her eyes, turned her head while gripping the car door handle, violently pulling at it, "I want to get out, open the door! I want out, immediately!"
Not only did the car door remain closed, the speed continued to increase.
Jin Jumo clenched her icy fingertips, the excessive speed made her chest tight, throat itch, head seemingly ready to explode.
With a painful frown, Jin Jumo dug one hand firmly into her knee, her eyes reddened as she glared at Rong Mochen’s cold side face, growling, "Didn’t you hear me? I want to get out, out!"
Screech——
The car suddenly braked sharply, Jin Jumo was caught off guard, her entire body pitched forward, only to be violently pulled back by the seatbelt, her back slamming against the seat behind her.
She suddenly felt something desperately surging up her throat, Jin Jumo’s face turned pale, her delicate white hand fiercely gripped the car door handle, tears streamed down in torrents, looking at Rong Mochen in abject distress, her voice ethereal, "I want to get out, let me out!"
Rong Mochen’s chest rose and fell heavily twice, frowning tightly as he gazed at Jin Jumo, his gaze falling on her tear-stained little face, his eyes deepening abruptly, his whole being becoming increasingly cold and solemn.
"Let me out!" Jin Jumo stubbornly repeated!
At this moment, the last thing she wanted was to see him, the last person she wanted to be alone with was him!
"Aside from this phrase, can you say anything else?" Rong Mochen spoke coldly.
Streams of tears fell from Jin Jumo’s eyes, unwilling to let him see, she held back the sobs in her throat, turned her face to one side, her eyes with a sorrowful look out the car window, "I want to get out!"
Rong Mochen exhaled heavily, staring coldly at the stubborn back of her head for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he opened the car door and stepped out.
Jin Jumo caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye, her tears paused.
He walked to her side, opened the car door and pulled her out, dragging her in a certain direction.
"..." Jin Jumo’s heart throbbed in panic, tears suspended at the tips of her long eyelashes, like gleaming pearls, she reached out with her other hand to push his big hand, "Where are you taking me?"
Rong Mochen glanced back at her, his thin lips coldly parted, "Taking you somewhere you can calm down and listen to me talk."
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly, peach blossom eyes flashed with resentment.
Since leaving the restaurant, it had been her talking all along, he never responded a single word.
The one not calmly listening wasn’t her, it was him!
But in the end, Jin Jumo didn’t say anything else.
They indeed needed a place to clear things up!
What’s more, Xixi and Hanhan were still under his control!
Outside the nearest five-star hotel, Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen, one standing outside, the other at the entrance, silently confronting each other.
Jin Jumo glanced at the hotel’s sign, her brows furrowing.
She never imagined the place he mentioned for calming down would be a hotel!
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were deeply fixed, tightly focusing on Jin Jumo, his lips lightly pursing, saying, "What are you dawdling for?"
Jin Jumo bit her lower lip, hesitation passed through her eyes, spoke softly, "Actually we can choose another place."
"No need to change, this is it."
Rong Mochen frowned, suddenly stepped forward, easily gripped Jin Jumo’s slender wrist, and pulled her reluctant self inside.
"I don’t want to talk here." Jin Jumo furrowed her delicate brows, struggling her wrist in his palm.
"Who said I wanted to talk to you?" Rong Mochen looked back, an inexplicable expression reflected in his dark eyes.
Jin Jumo’s brows jumped fiercely, staring at him in shock, "You clearly just said..."
"I did say to find a place where you could calm down." Rong Mochen’s tone was casual.
So the hotel is a place that could calm her down?
Jin Jumo’s face flushed white, then green, finally settling into coldness, pursing her lips, "In that case, I think there’s no need for us to go inside, because I’m already calm now."
Rong Mochen twitched his lips slightly, offering no comment.
Hotel presidential suite.
Jin Jumo sat properly on the sofa, her emotions in shambles, now appearing calm, except for her eyes and nose which were still a bit red.
Rong Mochen sat on the sofa opposite Jin Jumo, one hand casually resting on the sofa, the other holding a cigarette, in a short time, the ashtray in front of him was already full of ashes and butts.
The air had a mix of freshener and smoke, surprisingly not unpleasant.
He had taken off his coat and iron-gray suit jacket, wearing a black houndstooth suit vest and a white shirt.
The cuffs of the shirt were unbuttoned, rolled up, revealing two sections of bronzed, muscular forearms.
A pair of long legs, envied by men and coveted by women, were slightly spread, adding a touch of wildness to his relaxed demeanor.
The two had inexplicably kept silent since they entered the hotel room, neither taking the initiative to speak.
Jin Jumo shot a sidelong glance at the man opposite, her graceful eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Understanding in her heart that if she didn’t speak, he wouldn’t speak all night either.
Thinking of this, Jin Jumo clenched her fingers, took a light breath, her peach blossom eyes distinctly fixed on him, "Does Mr. Rong have nothing to say?"
Rong Mochen, peering through layers of smoke at Jin Jumo, his voice slightly hoarse from smoking but sexy and magnetic, "You talk."
Jin Jumo pursed her lips, "Since Mr. Rong let me speak, then I’ll start."
Pausing, Jin Jumo’s clear eyes fixed on him, "It was wrong of me to hit you today unexpectedly, and I apologize to Mr. Rong. Mr. Rong now has a fiancée, who matches you in both appearance and family background. I wish you and your future wife eternal happiness..."
"Continue." Before Jin Jumo could finish, Rong Mochen coldly interrupted, his dark eyes fiercely locking onto her, his expression somber.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered lightly, avoiding his gaze, she continued, "Let the past be the past, after all, we don’t live in the past, but the present. We should cherish those we most need to cherish right now."
"Who is the person you need to cherish most? Ying Jingyao?" Rong Mochen’s voice was ghostly cold.
Thinking of Ying Jingyao’s carefully prepared birthday party for Xixi and Hanhan today, Jin Jumo’s face darkened slightly, "I naturally know in my heart who I need to cherish the most, but Mr. Rong probably doesn’t know that the person you should cherish the most now is actually your fiancée."
Rong Mochen stared deeply at Jin Jumo’s dim little face, and after a long time, he spoke slowly, "The engagement with Lingyi is just a temporary measure..."
"Regardless of the reason, Miss Gu is now your fiancée, while I am Jingyao’s girlfriend.
Mr. Rong is invincible in the business world, feared by all, obtaining whatever he desires. But I am just an ordinary person, hoping for a life of peace and tranquility, not one filled with intrigue and flashy noise. We are not the same type of people." Jin Jumo said calmly.
"Not the same type as me, but the same type as Ying Jingyao?" Rong Mochen knit his brows, flicking the ash off his cigarette.
Jin Jumo lowered her eyelids, her voice lowered, "No. I’ve only now realized, he and I are not the same type either."
The Ying Group may not have as successful a business domestically as the Rong Group, but in the UK, it is also a force no one dares to provoke lightly.
Ultimately, Ying Jingyao and Rong Mochen are indeed the same type of people.
And she is not among them.
Upon hearing this, Rong Mochen paused slightly with the cigarette between his fingers, continued to draw fiercely on it, the thick smoke exhaling from his nose and thin lips as he spoke, "You indeed are not the same type of person as him."