Chapter 199: Chapter 195: We Are Meant to Be Together
Jin Jumo looked at him, "I’m not with Mr. Rong either."
"No, you are with me." Rong Mochen leaned forward, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, raised his dark eyes, and stared deeply at her, speaking.
His gaze was so intense that Jin Jumo’s eyelashes trembled twice fiercely, instinctively avoiding his gaze, her pink lips moved slightly, "I understand very well."
"You don’t understand."
Rong Mochen squinted his eyes, his voice suddenly sinister, "You and I have Xixi and Hanhan, we are destined to be together, no one can stop or oppose it, not even you."
Jin Jumo looked at his cold and sinister handsome face, a chill ran down her back.
Rong Mochen stood up, walked to Jin Jumo, bent slightly, one hand gently caressed her white chin, his dark eyes deep as if trying to see through her, "Little Mo, give me your answer."
"..." Jin Jumo blinked in confusion, not understanding the meaning of his words.
"The one-month deadline has arrived, you tell me, do you want me or not?" Rong Mochen’s cold black eyes suddenly softened, looking tenderly at Jin Jumo, his deep voice like a poison, tempting her.
Jin Jumo’s eyes tightened, realizing.
Back then, he kicked her into the hospital, and indeed one night he mentioned the "one-month term" to her.
But she doesn’t remember agreeing to that so-called one-month term with him.
Yet his words "do you want me" mixed assertiveness with tenderness, if other women heard it, they would probably want it immediately.
But Jin Jumo is not other women, so her gaze and face showed no fluctuation.
"There is no one-month term, I never agreed to it." Jin Jumo’s tone was very calm.
"Then think now, tell me the answer when you’re ready, if you can’t give me a satisfactory answer, you don’t need to leave tonight."
Rong Mochen let go of her chin, sat back on the sofa opposite, his fingers made a circle on his thigh, feeling irritable, his craving for cigarettes worsened.
He reached for another cigarette, the lighter sparked between his fingertips, wisps of smoke floated on his face like ethereal clouds.
Jin Jumo was somewhat annoyed, suppressing her anger, "Then why don’t Mr. Rong tell me what answer you want to hear, and I’ll say it to you."
"You figure it out yourself." Rong Mochen took a drag of the cigarette, his brows slightly furrowed.
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, "I can’t figure it out, nor do I know what answer Mr. Rong wants to hear."
Rong Mochen stared at her, "Then don’t leave tonight, we’ll stay here overnight."
"..." Jin Jumo was so angry that her fingertips subtly trembled.
After holding back for a while, Jin Jumo silently exhaled, "Where did you have Gu Yan take Xixi and Hanhan?"
Upon hearing her mention Xixi and Hanhan, Rong Mochen’s pitch-black eyes softened, his tightly pursed lips relaxed a bit, looking at Jin Jumo, "As for Xixi and Hanhan, Gu Yan and Yicheng are there, don’t worry."
Jin Jumo glanced at the wall clock, almost ten o’clock, frowned, "Xixi and Hanhan should be resting by now."
After speaking, Jin Jumo’s eyes lightly flashed, looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen pinched the cigarette butt between his thumb and forefinger, glanced at Jin Jumo, took out his phone, dialed a number, "Bring the two children over."
After that, Rong Mochen stated the hotel name and hung up the phone.
Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen doubtfully.
Rong Mochen squinted at the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand, his long brows furrowed, then extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, picked up the suite phone, and called the service desk, ordering someone to come tidy up.
After finishing the call, Rong Mochen said, "I’m going to wash up."
"..." Jin Jumo stared in shock at Rong Mochen’s back as he walked to the bathroom, her peach blossom eyes showing confusion.
A quarter of an hour later, Rong Mochen came out of the bathroom, his entire body wrapped in a loose towel, revealing a well-formed eight-pack abdomen and a mesmerizing hip line, his chest strong and firm, even the muscles on his arms were proportionately attractive.
Undoubtedly, this man had an excellent appearance.
Jin Jumo only took a second look at him before averting her gaze.
Rong Mochen glanced at the wall clock, took out the hairdryer from the bedside cabinet, and said to Jin Jumo, "Help me dry my hair."
"..." Jin Jumo froze, blinking in surprise as she looked at him.
"Hurry up," Rong Mochen urged in a lowered voice.
Jin Jumo frowned, "Can’t you do it yourself?" She actually wanted to say, "Can’t you use your hands!"
Rong Mochen pursed his lips, answering with sheer justification, "I can’t."
Trying to deceive a three-year-old child?
Jin Jumo’s lips twitched unhappily.
Why should she dry his hair, who was he to her?
Rong Mochen impatiently clicked his tongue, threw the hairdryer onto the bed, and walked assertively towards Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo caught sight from the corner of her eye, her heart skipped a beat.
She forced herself to remain seated.
Rong Mochen approached her, their toes almost touching, his dark eyes imprinted on Jin Jumo’s face, struggling to maintain a facade of calm amidst panic, and two seconds later, he abruptly bent over, picked her up sideways without a word, heading for the bed.
Jin Jumo gasped, just about to speak when he suddenly put her down, standing her on the bed.
In her moment of bewilderment, her hands were suddenly filled with something.
Her eye twitched as Jin Jumo looked down at the hairdryer now in her hands, instantly feeling as if she had lost all ability to speak.
Rong Mochen sat comfortably at the edge of the bed, in front of Jin Jumo, "It’s almost too late, hurry up."
Jin Jumo redirected her gaze from the electric hairdryer in her hand to the bent-over back of the man in front of her. Every muscle line stretched with immense power.
After waiting for a while and seeing no action from the person behind him, Rong Mochen frowned and glanced back, "Why haven’t you started yet?"
"..."
Jin Jumo’s lips moved a few times, but not a word came out.
Rong Mochen half-closed his eyes, stood up, turned to face Jin Jumo, and held her hand with the hairdryer. He turned on the power, raised her hand over his head, and let the dryer blow.
The wind from the hairdryer’s nozzle blew out with a whooshing sound, quickly drying his black short hair.
Rong Mochen turned off the power and raised his eyes to look at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo also looked at him, her dark peach blossom eyes full of complexity.
Rong Mochen wrapped his long arm around her tightly, his dark eyes fixed on her ever-changing little face.
"You..."
"What about me?" Rong Mochen’s thin lips pressed lower, almost touching her beautiful forehead.
Jin Jumo frowned, leaning back, breathing quickened, "Let go!"
"Why?" Rong Mochen’s lips slid down and stopped at the tip of her nose, which was damp with nervous sweat.
Why?
Why else?
Jin Jumo bit her lip desperately, her eyes bright with shame and annoyance, "Men and women should keep a distance, Mr. Rong, do you really not know or are you just pretending?"
"What if I really don’t know, and what if I’m pretending?"
"No..." Jin Jumo’s pupils trembled violently, the moisture in her eyes intensified.
"Little Mo, only you..."
Jin Jumo trembled from his words, from her heart to her toes.
Those words "only you" gathered a storm in her mind.
"Let me go."
"I won’t let go, ever."
Rong Mochen raised his long eyebrows and stared at her flushed side face, then suddenly took a big step towards her.
Jin Jumo was startled, instinctively running towards the door without thinking.
Seeing this, Rong Mochen did not get angry; if anything, a hint of ease appeared at the tips of his eyebrows.
It was as if Jin Jumo was a little cat that could never escape his palm.
Just teasing her like this brought him much joy.
He strode leisurely after her, leaping just as she was only two or three steps away from the door and about to touch the doorknob. He hooked her slender waist from behind and pulled her into his arms.
"Escape, can you escape?"
"..." Jin Jumo couldn’t stop trembling all over, her lips parted, gasping, unable to speak, her hands only busy prying at his fingers.
"Little Mo, be good. Isn’t it nice that I’ve always pampered you? Don’t run away anymore, give me your heart, hmm?"
It was as if this man whispering gently in her ear was not the one she knew.
Jin Jumo’s long eyelashes fluttered lightly, her voice also trembling softly, "No, not nice at all. Mr. Rong, let me go, will you?"
Now that she had Xixi and Hanhan, whether she was afraid or terrified, she didn’t want to be involved in what they called upper-class society anymore. She didn’t want to be embroiled in right and wrong, and she didn’t want the tragedy of four years ago to replay itself on her two children. She could no longer bear that kind of pain!
Knock, knock—
A timely knocking came at the door, Jin Jumo’s eyelids fluttered slightly as she looked in the direction of the entrance.
Rong Mochen half-closed his eyes, slowly letting go of Jin Jumo, looking at her from behind, "It should be Gu Yan bringing Xixi and Hanhan here."
Jin Jumo’s obscure eyes brightened slightly, she brushed her eyes with her hand, quickly tidied up her clothes, and walked briskly to the door.
Rong Mochen watched her eager back, a dark flash quickly crossed his eyes, turning back to the bedroom of the suite before she opened the door.
Jin Jumo heard the sound of the door opening and closing behind her, lowered her eyes slightly, and then opened the door.
"Mommy..."
"Xiao Xiao..."
As soon as the door opened, two childish voices rang out simultaneously.
Jin Jumo concealed all negative emotions and smiled gently at the two little cuties obediently standing at the door, held by Gu Yan, "Darlings."
"Mom..." Hanhan broke free from Gu Yan’s hand, rushed over, and hugged Jin Jumo’s thigh tightly with his little chubby hands.
Jin Jumo was slightly surprised. Hanhan always acted like a little adult, good at hiding emotions, and was much more mature than children his age.
Never before had he hugged her with such unguarded dependency, even with a hint of fear.
Looking down at Hanhan, whose little face was raised with large, reddened eyes gazing at her, Jin Jumo’s heart winced. She bent down and picked him up, gently rubbing his eyes, "What’s wrong, darling?"
Hanhan shook his head, holding her neck tightly, "Mom, don’t ever leave Xixi and me behind again."
Jin Jumo furrowed her eyebrows slightly, thinking they were frightened by being taken away by strangers today, kissed his fair little face, and softly assured, "I’m sorry, darling, Mommy promises you and your sister, Mommy will never leave you and your sister again."