Chapter 207: Chapter 203: Brother Mo Chen, Have You Fallen for Someone Else? (1)
Rong Mochen’s smile grew wider, his gaze swept over the remote control airplane on the table in front of the sofa, the black eyes narrowed slightly. He leaned in and picked up the airplane from the table, "Do you like airplanes?"
Hanhan curled his lips, slowly turned his neck, glanced at him, and reached out to take the airplane from his hand, "This is the birthday gift Uncle Ying gave me last year."
"..." With those words, the warmth on Rong Mochen’s face vanished uncontrollably. He coldly looked at the remote control airplane Hanhan held in his hand, his tone slightly sour, "What’s a remote control airplane? Someday I’ll buy you a real airplane."
A real airplane?
Hanhan’s eyes brightened, then squinted, pretending to be indifferent and uninterested, said coldly, "I just like the remote-control airplane Uncle Ying gave me."
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, lightly pursed his lips, and stared at Hanhan who was reluctant to put down the airplane, "If Hanhan likes remote control airplanes, Daddy will immediately ask Uncle Gu to bring you some, as many as you want."
Hanhan glanced at the man beside him, seeing his cold and seemingly displeased face. Oddly enough, he found it pleasing, raised his little eyebrows, and snorted, "This airplane was bought for me by Uncle Ying on my third birthday. It has a different meaning. No other can compare."
"..." Rong Mochen tightened his long brows, looking at this little version of himself, experiencing for the first time what it means to feel heartache!
Jin Jumo prepared dinner, brought the dishes out of the kitchen, and walked into the living room to see Xixi sitting alone in the middle of the sofa. Meanwhile, the two men, one big and one small, sat at either end of the sofa: one with a stern face as if he was going to explode the world, the other playing happily with a remote control airplane.
Her eyes twinkled as Jin Jumo placed the dishes on the dining table, looking at the trio on the sofa before reaching out to Xixi, "It’s time to eat, Xixi, come on, Mommy will take you to wash your hands, and Brother too."
Xixi looked hesitantly towards Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen, noticing his daughter’s gaze, softened his stern expression and reached out to her, "Daddy will take you."
Xixi eagerly nodded her little head, putting her small, white hand into Rong Mochen’s larger one.
Rong Mochen looked at his daughter’s soft and cute face, instantly feeling healed, lightly curling his lips. He gently tugged Xixi towards him, and with an exertion of his long arm, lifted her high.
"Wow..." Xixi’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
Rong Mochen’s eye lines deepened as he carried Xixi to the bathroom.
"Daddy, you lifted me so high. Will I fall?"
"No."
"Can you lift me higher, Daddy?"
"Mm."
"Haha... I saw Fu Yangming’s dad lift him so high. But not as high as my Daddy! You’re the best, Daddy!"
"Does Xixi want to ride on Daddy’s shoulders?"
"... Like riding a horse?"
"Mm."
"Yay, yay... Wow, haha, so high, so high, haha..."
"..."
"..." Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly together, looking at the joyful scene in the bathroom, feeling slightly bewildered.
That man, always so stern and powerful, actually went to such lengths to make his daughter happy...
After a while, Jin Jumo forced herself to look away from the bathroom, her gaze landed on Hanhan who had unknowingly come down from the sofa, and suddenly paused again.
Hanhan stared at the bathroom without blinking, the longing on his pale little face was indisputable, he seemed so eager.
Her heart ached, Jin Jumo took a deep breath and walked towards Hanhan.
Hanhan’s lashes fluttered, slowly turning his eyes to Jin Jumo, with a fleeting loneliness in his big eyes.
Jin Jumo squatted in front of him, holding his gently clenched little fists, softly saying, "Does Hanhan want to be like Xixi?"
Hanhan’s little face turned serious, he widened his eyes to look at Jin Jumo, saying loudly, "I don’t want to!"
Hanhan’s sudden outburst startled Xixi, who was happily interacting with Rong Mochen in the bathroom.
Xixi turned her little face in surprise, looking towards Hanhan and Jin Jumo.
Rong Mochen squinted his dark eyes slightly, also turning his head slightly to look towards Jin Jumo.
Hanhan kept his face tense, his ears blushing pink, frowned, and without looking at the bathroom, pulled his hands away from Jin Jumo, "I’m going to wash my hands."
Jin Jumo watched Hanhan brush past her, her eyes momentarily dazed.
She looked slowly towards the bathroom and met the man’s deep dark eyes, her gaze flickered slightly before indifferently lowering her eyelashes, standing up to follow Hanhan.
Jin Jumo made something simple tonight, three dishes and a soup.
Stir-fried tomatoes with eggs, spicy stir-fried corn kernels, stir-fried pea pods, and a cucumber and preserved egg soup.
Although there was no meat tonight, which mildly disappointed the two little ones, as usual, they ate quietly, with no time for idle chatter before they were full.
Xixi seriously counted the corn kernels, eating until there were grains of rice and corn kernels all around her seat.
Hanhan ate elegantly, as he always had.
There was never a grain of rice or anything around his seat, and after finishing, his small bowl was so clean it seemed washed.
The two siblings not only had different personalities but were completely different in their living habits as well.
Except for serving food to Hanhan and Xixi with public chopsticks, Jin Jumo mostly kept her head down, eating her own meal, never glancing at a certain someone.
Perhaps it wasn’t to his taste; Rong Mochen ate very little, and mostly watched the three of them eat, his black eyes soft as gentle rain.
The sound of a phone vibrating suddenly came from the pocket of his slacks.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows slightly, his long, clean hand reaching into his pocket, and without taking out the phone, he directly cut off the call.
Xixi looked at Rong Mochen in surprise.
Rong Mochen gave her a gentle smile, "Is it good?"
Xixi nodded, using her chubby fingers to scoop a spoonful of rice mixed with corn from her bowl to feed Rong Mochen.
"Xixi, eat by yourself," Jin Jumo looked at Xixi.
Xixi gave Jin Jumo a mischievous smile, "For Daddy to eat."
"..." Jin Jumo suddenly frowned, looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen didn’t look at her, his eyes softly focused on Xixi. His thin lips curled into a captivating smile as he slowly lowered his head, eating the rice and corn from the small spoon, and with a gentle smile, he watched Xixi as he slowly chewed.
Xixi tilted her head, watching his firm Adam’s apple move up and down a few times, then asked in a small voice, "Is it good?"
Rong Mochen nodded, his voice rich, "It’s good."
"Then Daddy, you eat," Xixi suddenly pushed her small bowl in front of Rong Mochen, blinking her big, sparkling eyes at him.
Rong Mochen’s heart instantly softened, looking at Xixi’s eyes, which were so tender they could melt anyone.
In contrast, Hanhan and Jin Jumo both twitched their eyes, sympathetically watching the man who moved himself to tears out of self-delusion.
They couldn’t say that, for a foodie, there are only two reasons to share food little bites; one is if they don’t like it, the other is if they can’t finish it!
Obviously, Xixi belonged to the latter.
The phone vibrated again.
Xixi moved her small eyebrows, looking down at Rong Mochen’s pocket, "Daddy, your phone is ringing..."
Rong Mochen slightly narrowed his black eyes, gently brushed Xixi’s small chin, and took out the phone from his pocket.
Seeing the caller ID flashing on the phone screen, Rong Mochen looked up at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo seemed unaware of his gaze, lowering her eyes to drink her soup.
Rong Mochen tightened his lips, got up, and went to the living room balcony with the phone in hand.
On the balcony, he turned slightly to look at the living room, and seeing that Jin Jumo, Xixi, and Hanhan were not looking his way, he turned around and picked up the call.
"Brother Mo Chen, why did you take so long to answer?"
As soon as he answered, a breathless female voice spoke anxiously.
Rong Mochen frowned a bit, "What’s up?"
There was a pause from the other side before a dejected voice said, "Brother Mo Chen, can’t I call you if there’s nothing? Why do you always ask me if there’s something every time you answer? Actually, I just missed you. You’ve been ignoring me lately, always busy, busy, busy when I call. What are you so busy with?"
Rong Mochen’s expression didn’t change, his voice distant, "If there’s nothing, I’ll hang up."
"Brother Mo Chen..." The voice on the other end choked upon hearing his cold tone.
A trace of impatience flashed in Rong Mochen’s dark eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his lips faintly pressed without speaking.
The voice on the other end cried quietly for a while, but received no word of comfort or soft speech from the man. The next time she spoke, her voice was extremely hoarse, "Brother Mo Chen, what’s wrong with you lately? Do they really say you’ve fallen in love with someone else?"
"They?" Rong Mochen’s eyes filled with a bloodthirsty hue, "Who told you that?"
Perhaps she wasn’t expecting his tone to become so vicious and fierce suddenly; she held her breath and didn’t speak for a long time.
Rong Mochen pinched his fingers, his tone returning to indifference, "Study well and stop daydreaming."
"... Brother Mo Chen." The voice on the other end was cautious, "I, I’ve returned to the country."
An expression of surprise flashed across Rong Mochen’s face, but then it turned to calm.
"Brother Mo Chen, I’m in, in S City, airport... Can you come pick me up?"
"..." Rong Mochen’s eyes rapidly gathered a cold shadow, "Gu Lingyi..."
"Brother Mo Chen, don’t yell at me. I’m all alone at the airport, penniless, and left in a hurry; I forgot the gold card Daddy prepared for me... I’m so scared, Brother Mo Chen, can you come get me first?" Gu Lingyi sobbed softly, her gentle woman’s voice exuding a pitiful, fragile helplessness.
Rong Mochen’s face was cold, his thin lips tightly pressed, and he said nothing, abruptly ending the call.
"Mr. Rong."
Meanwhile, Jin Jumo’s cold voice wafted over from behind.
Rong Mochen tightened his grip on the phone, the tension in his thin lips slightly relaxing, his deep gaze fixed on Jin Jumo’s pristine, delicate face.
"It’s getting late, Xixi, Hanhan, and I need to rest now." Jin Jumo looked directly at him, her eyes devoid of any emotion.