Chapter 218: Chapter 213: Tell Me, How Much Do You Hate Me (Part 2)
Jin Jumo helplessly rubbed his brow, "I’ll pour it for you!"
The lingering fragrance on her fingertips made Ying Jingyao suddenly feel great. He lightly curled his lips, eyes twinkling like stars, as he focused on Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo felt a bit uneasy under his gaze. She withdrew her hand awkwardly, lowered her head, and said, "Xixi and Hanhan are still at home. I’m afraid they’ll be worried if they wake up and can’t find me, so I want to go back first, take them to kindergarten, and then return to the hospital to be with you."
She paused, looking at him for approval, "Is that okay?"
Ying Jingyao looked at her cautious eyes, his eyes flickered briefly, and he lightly pulled the corners of his mouth, "What if I say no?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes narrowed as she stared at him, saying nothing.
Ying Jingyao suddenly let out a light laugh, then kissed Jin Jumo’s hand that he was holding, "You’re not in a good state right now. If Xixi and Hanhan see you like this, they’ll be the ones who are worried. It’s not that I’m unwilling to let you go back, but you’re really not suitable to go back now. So, I want Ruan Chen to go to the apartment to take care of Xixi and Hanhan and take them to kindergarten."
"I don’t feel any more discomfort now," Jin Jumo said, "so I want to go back myself to take Xixi and Hanhan to school. Given your current situation, Ruan Chen surely has more responsibilities to handle for you, so let’s not add to his burden."
"Still no discomfort?" Ying Jingyao frowns lightly, "What about the bandage on your head? How will you explain it to Xixi and Hanhan when you go back?"
Jin Jumo stared at him for a moment, then smiled, "I have a way to make sure they don’t see it. So, let me go back, okay? Plus, I want to make some soup for you."
Ying Jingyao smiled, "You want to make soup for me?"
"Do you want some?" Jin Jumo arched her eyebrows, her charming face reflecting a bit of playfulness.
Ying Jingyao chuckled softly, "Yeah."
As Jin Jumo stepped out of the VIP ward, the smile in her eyes vanished, leaving only heavy gravity.
At half-past seven, the taxi stopped in front of Yu Yang Apartment Building.
Jin Jumo paid the fare and got out, worrying that Xixi and Hanhan might already be awake. Although it was unlikely they would wake up so early, Jin Jumo was still a bit concerned, so she walked quickly and urgently toward Yu Yang Apartment.
Entering the building, standing in front of the elevator, Jin Jumo had just reached out to press the button for the elevator when her arm was suddenly grabbed from behind. Her feet spun half a circle on the spot, and she fell into a cold, hard chest.
Jin Jumo’s long eyelashes trembled with panic. Holding her breath, she lifted her chin to look at the man above her.
"What happened?" The man’s voice was deep and stern.
The grip on her arm was tight!
Jin Jumo took a couple of breaths, clenched her eyebrows, and struggled with her arm. As she expected, she couldn’t pull it free.
"I made my words very clear yesterday. Why are you here again, Mr. Rong?" Jin Jumo’s face was cold as she looked indifferently at Rong Mochen’s sharply chiseled features.
Rong Mochen ignored her words, his dark eyes coldly fixated on the bandage wrapped around her head, "Speak!"
Jin Jumo was already feeling heavy-hearted at the moment, and she was also worried about Xixi and Hanhan in the apartment.
Hearing Rong Mochen’s harsh and domineering words, a surge of air in her abdomen rushed to her throat, "I don’t want to speak, Mr. Rong. What can you do about it?"
Rong Mochen frowned coldly, staring at Jin Jumo’s dark circles and the stained blood on her hospital gown and down jacket, his heart twisting in pain, and the grip on her arm turned uncontrollably intense, his voice cutting and ruthless, "Will you speak or not?"
"Are you deaf? I said I don’t want to speak, which means I don’t want to speak. Ask me as many times as you want; the answer will be the same. Let me go!" Jin Jumo’s face turned red with pent-up fury as she struggled desperately.
One eager to break free, the other unwilling to release.
A tangled chaos!
No matter how hard Jin Jumo tried, she couldn’t break free. The pent-up feelings in her chest abruptly peaked, and she glared at Rong Mochen with tear-filled eyes, "Rong Mochen, I really hate you. Can you stop appearing in front of me?"
Hate
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes quickly gathered a red glow, coldly staring at Jin Jumo’s hateful eyes, "Say that again!"
"I said I hate you, despise you—"
Before Jin Jumo could finish her sentence, he abruptly dragged her forcefully into the elevator, pinning her against the smooth elevator wall.
Her back hit the elevator wall heavily, and Jin Jumo’s mind wavered, the scenery before her eyes blurring for a moment.
Her slender body couldn’t stop trembling, emotions on the verge of collapse.
Rong Mochen pressed on her shoulders, lowering his eyes, locking her pale face from a higher vantage, breathing coarsely, "Hate me, despise me? Tell me, how much do you hate me, despise me?"
Reaching an emotional peak, Jin Jumo was speechless, her whole body tense and trembling.
"Do you hate me so much that you wish I were dead?" Rong Mochen’s fierce eyes bore into Jin Jumo, each word prying.
Jin Jumo’s eyes were red with tears, her breathing severely unstable as she gazed at him.
"If I died, would you not hate me, not despise me, hmm?" Rong Mochen abruptly pinched her trembling chin, his dark eyes blood-red.
Jin Jumo bit her lower lip hard, her eye corners rolling with tears.
"Tell me, do you wish I were dead?" Rong Mochen suddenly roared lowly, his voice shadowy and cruel.
Jin Jumo lifted her crimson eyes to look at his stern and ferocious face, feeling like a huge stone blocked her throat, preventing her from breathing and speaking.
Raising her trembling hand, she kept pushing against his solid, cold chest.
Now, she only wanted to go back quickly, to distance herself from him!
But Rong Mochen seized her wrist, sharply twisting it behind Jin Jumo’s back, forcing her to arch her chest, sneering, his voice cold as Arctic ice, "Many people wish for my death, but I refuse to die. Yet, Little Mo, if you want me dead, I’ll give you my life, you can take it! But you have to be by my side. Otherwise, there’s no chance. Right? Do you want me dead? Come to my side, Little Mo, hmm?"