Chapter 214: Chapter 210: What Are You Upset About? (2)
The thin, warm lips slowly descended, resting against her pink ear, softly exhaling, "What’s going on? Hmm?"
His voice, whether indulgent or concerned, drifted into Jin Jumo’s ear, but suddenly it made Jin Jumo erupt. She turned around and forcefully pushed his chest with her hand.
Rong Mochen was caught off guard, never expecting her to do such a thing.
His tall body was actually pushed back two steps by her.
Steady.
Rong Mochen’s brow was deeply furrowed, and his chiseled, cold face hardened, his dark eyes intensely locking onto Jin Jumo’s tense little face.
"Rong Mochen, what exactly do you want to get from me before you’ll let me go?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes were bare, her voice pressed low, perhaps afraid that Xixi and Hanhan in the living room might hear.
But the tension in her voice still revealed some long-suppressed resentment!
Rong Mochen stared at the sudden red bloodshot in her eyes, rapidly spreading around her eye sockets like a blood globe.
Her tightly clenched knuckles made squeaking sounds due to her strenuous endurance.
Rong Mochen’s heart ached for a moment, stepping forward with the intention of forcibly hugging her.
Jin Jumo stumbled backward, the voice in her throat breaking due to the effort of suppression, "I don’t ask for anything anymore! I don’t ask for revenge for my grandfather; I’ve even given up my own name, given up the career I love to start over.
But four years have passed, and I thought I could continue living like this, plain yet satisfying, but you showed up again!
Rong Mochen, what do I owe you? Why must you linger around me like a ghost? I just, I just want to do my best to live peacefully with Xixi and Hanhan, is that so hard?"
"Tell me, what do you want? I’ll give you everything, okay? Okay?"
Jin Jumo suddenly stepped forward, with a flushed face, tremblingly pulling at his shirt.
Rong Mochen’s chest heaved dramatically, his fist clenched so tightly it turned pale, coldly staring at Jin Jumo’s pale, collapsing little face, his voice hoarse, "Stop it!"
Jin Jumo bit her lip tightly, pulling his shirt out of his belt, a small hand suddenly reaching inside from the hem, brushing over his chest as hard as a rock, the other hand directly reaching into his belt.
The muscles in Rong Mochen’s abdomen suddenly tensed, piece by piece, like rock-hard stone.
The sudden redness in his dark eyes spread, and his Adam’s apple rolled down hard twice, his finger, hot like a branding iron, gripping her wrist tightly, staring at her, the voice slightly hoarse, slightly ruthless, "I told you to stop, didn’t you hear?"
Jin Jumo, heedless, clenched her fist, the burning heat making her palm tremble uncontrollably, yet she didn’t give in, raising her fiery Taohua eyes stubbornly at him.
Rong Mochen’s cold and somber face also tightened, his dark eyes intently watching her seemingly provocative gaze, his tightly pressed thin lips barely opening, "You provoked me!"
As soon as the words fell, Jin Jumo was suddenly held up by him and placed on the countertop.
His scorching lips precisely covered her slightly parted lips and pressed down.
"Stay like this."
"Little Mo, Little Mo..."
Her eyes were red and wet, having persisted for so long only to bow to reality and compromise; the grief and despair in her eyes were so apparent.
Just like the last look she gave him four years ago.
Rong Mochen’s cold, hard heart suddenly flashed a sharp pain, quickly opening his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace.
His angular jaw pressed against her hair, his voice hoarse and suppressed, "Take it out, I won’t force you."
Jin Jumo’s eyes paused slightly, her waist sorely squeezed by him, tremblingly lowering her long lashes, "Whatever Mr. Rong wants, take it quickly. I have no other demands, just hope Mr. Rong can give me a chance to live and not disturb my life anymore."
"Little Mo, that’s impossible." Rong Mochen bitterly curled his lips, his dark eyes slightly lowered; at that moment, looking at Jin Jumo, his eyes seemed to have merged with a galaxy full of stars, deeply affectionate.
Jin Jumo looked into his eyes, tears streaming down, her voice hoarse and unrecognizable as her own, "With Mr. Rong’s status and conditions, there’s nothing you can’t get. Why do you refuse to let me go?"
Rong Mochen focused on her continuously falling tears, his throat bitter, his long fingers gently wiping the droplets from her lashes, "It’s not that I won’t let you go, but that I can’t lose you anymore."
"..." Jin Jumo’s heart twisted painfully, eyes heavily shutting, tears breaking forth in an instant like a flood, seeming never able to stop, her voice choked so much it was almost inaudible, "Don’t say such things to me, I can’t bear it. Mr. Rong, I’m begging you, okay? Please leave. Let’s not meet again, okay?"
Jin Jumo said, suddenly opening her eyes and grabbing his hand and placing it over her heart, "You know, every time I see you, it hurts here so much I want to die."
"Little Mo..." Rong Mochen heard her say this, his dark eyes suddenly brightened, his handsome face tensing, earnestly focusing on her.
"Every time I see you, I think of my grandfather’s death..." Jin Jumo’s bright eyes suddenly flashed with resentment, each word seemed squeezed through her teeth.
"..." Rong Mochen’s heart sank, his eyes suddenly dark as pitch black.
"I waited for so long, wished for so long, disregarding everything, full of anticipation, the person finally awakened anew by my side. I hadn’t rejoiced enough, been happy enough, and he suddenly disappeared from my life forever."
Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen with icy eyes, "Do you know what I felt at that time?"
"..." Rong Mochen pressed his lips tightly.
"I wanted to die!" Jin Jumo started to laugh, a laugh so beautifully desolate.
Rong Mochen’s long arm encircling her waist suddenly trembled violently, his heart seemed wrapped in ice, deep in his pupils flashed a desolate look, "Little Mo, I’m sorry."
"What’s the use of saying sorry?" Jin Jumo clenched her fist and shouted, tears falling crazily, "Who can’t say sorry? But what’s the point? The person is gone, no longer exists in this world. So is your light apology enough?"
Rong Mochen’s Adam’s apple froze, watching her tears flow wildly, a sharp pain struck his heart, "Little Mo, about Grandpa’s death..."
"Grandpa? Did Mr. Rong call it wrong?" Jin Jumo looked into Rong Mochen’s eyes, colder than ever.
If he truly regarded her grandfather as his own, how could he have treated her like that four years ago?
Seeing the regret on his handsome face, Jin Jumo only felt it was ironic, ridiculous!
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, "Little Mo..."
"Don’t call me that." Jin Jumo’s tone was firm and indifferent, "I have no relation to Mr. Rong now."
"No relation?" Rong Mochen pressed his lips tight, his voice tense, "We were engaged four years ago, if not for my mistaken belief that you had an accident we would already be married!"
"Mr. Rong also said it was us four years ago! Now, Mr. Rong is Miss Gu’s fiancé, soon to become Miss Gu’s husband! How could a fiancé about to be someone else’s husband have anything to do with me?" Jin Jumo sneered.
Rong Mochen took a deep breath, his long arm around Jin Jumo’s waist unconsciously tightening further, "My engagement to Lingyi is not what you think. I’ll find a way to call off the marriage and marry you."
"I will never marry you!" Jin Jumo’s voice was decisive, almost as soon as he mentioned marrying her, she spoke.
Rong Mochen’s anger was stirred by her unwavering and almost eager rejection, he lifted her chin with his long fingers, "Not marry? You have no choice!"
"..." Jin Jumo gritted her teeth, her chest heaving intensely, staring at his fierce face.
The two gazed at each other with eyes full of an unyielding desire to tear each other apart for a long time.
Jin Jumo suddenly squinted her eyes, the coldness on her face did not lessen, "Does Mr. Rong really want to marry me?"
"Yes."
"Ha." Jin Jumo chuckled, but the laughter didn’t reach her eyes, "But what can be done? Even if I never marry in this life, remain lonely forever, even in death, I absolutely, absolutely will never marry you!"
"..." Rong Mochen’s heart shrank fiercely, his black pupils rapidly dilated, his large hand pinching Jin Jumo’s waist, "Do you hate me so much? Hate me so much?"
"Yes, I hate you! I hate all of you!" Jin Jumo coldly gazed at him, "If I could, I wouldn’t want to see any of you for my entire life!"
"Jin Jumo!" Rong Mochen roared, staring at Jin Jumo with blood-red eyes like bull’s blood, wishing he could crush her at that moment!
At this moment, Jin Jumo felt no fear, coldly withdrawing her hand from his belt, lowering her eyes to look at her hand with visible disgust on her face.
She raised her eyes coldly to look at Rong Mochen’s handsome face slightly distorted by rage, speaking coolly, "If Mr. Rong doesn’t want me, then let go. I need to prepare dinner!"
"You just have to be so harsh!" Rong Mochen ground his teeth.
Jin Jumo said nothing, just looked at him quietly.
Rong Mochen couldn’t control the strength in his fingers pinching Jin Jumo’s chin, turning her fair chin pale, even seeing her lips quivering slightly under the strain, yet she still gazed at him with resolute indifference.
As if he could never evoke any emotional change in her again.
For the first time, Rong Mochen felt such profound defeat.
Encountering her, his always proud self-control utterly shattered, no longer existed!
Suppressing the abundant anger and pain in his chest cavity, Rong Mochen steadfastly gazed at Jin Jumo’s stubborn little face for a long time, coldly opening his lips, "If you want me to let you go, better dead than that hope!"
With that, he sharply released her chin and turned to leave the kitchen.
Jin Jumo watched his departing gloomy and fierce back, slowly clenching her palm.
During dinner, Hanhan was obviously absent-minded, even Xixi, who was usually a chatterbox, was silent and unlike herself.
Jin Jumo worriedly touched Hanhan’s face, "What’s wrong? Does Hanhan not like the dishes Mommy made tonight?"
Hanhan shook his head without speaking.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips, turning to look at Xixi.