Chapter 135: Chapter 132: Mr. Rong, Can’t You Think Positively? (2)
"..." Ying Jingyao’s expression softened the moment he saw Jin Jumo. Not knowing whether he didn’t see Rong Mochen or deliberately ignored him, he warmly smiled at Jin Jumo, "You’re here."
Jin Jumo nodded, her eyes red along the way. "Brother Ying, where’s my grandfather?"
Ying Jingyao looked at her excited and trembling face and sighed in his heart, "Mr. Jin has been transferred from the ICU to the VIP ward. He just woke up, his consciousness hasn’t fully recovered."
"I want to see Grandpa." Jin Jumo’s voice shook slightly, her eyes filled with warm mist.
Ying Jingyao frowned with pity, and said softly, "Come with me."
Jin Jumo nodded and was about to follow.
After two steps, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Rong Mochen standing not far away, her eyes trembling slightly, "Mr. Rong."
Ying Jingyao heard Jin Jumo’s voice and his steps halted. His graceful eyes were tinged with a hint of shadow as he lightly turned his body and looked at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were calm, his chiseled face expressionless, his thin lips pressed tightly, and his eyebrows slightly knit. He stood there for a few seconds before stepping forward towards Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo waited for him to approach, then looked at Ying Jingyao and said, "Brother Ying, let’s go."
Ying Jingyao lowered his dark eyelashes without speaking, turned around, and continued forward.
When Jin Jumo was about to follow, her hand was grasped by a wide, warm hand.
Her eyes wavered, and Jin Jumo turned to look at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were deep and somber as he stared at her, saying nothing, pulling her along as they walked.
An odd emotion flickered across Jin Jumo’s heart, but her mind was focused on Jin Jiancheng, and she didn’t think much about it at the moment.
Upon reaching the VIP ward, neither Rong Mochen nor Ying Jingyao went in, leaving the space for Jin Jumo and Jin Jiancheng to be alone together.
Jin Jumo entered the ward with very light steps, her eyes fixating directly on the elderly man lying in the hospital bed.
Jin Jiancheng had his eyes open, but his expression was dull, his hand lying outside the quilt was thin and old, with a syringe attached to the back of his hand.
Jin Jumo reached out to press the corner of her eyes, walked to the bedside, knelt down, and carefully held Jin Jiancheng’s hand that had the syringe, slowly pressing her face to it.
The joy inside her was intense, matched by a feeling of grievance.
So much so that she held Jin Jiancheng’s hand, unable to say a word for a very long time.
"Little... Little... Mo..."
The old, weak, and indistinct voice fell from above, finally forcing Jin Jumo’s held-back tears to spill out. She didn’t speak, turning her face to his hand, her tears falling in large drops onto Jin Jiancheng’s thin hand.
Jin Jiancheng’s stiff body, weary from a long sleep, trembled, wanting to speak, but the urgency transformed all his sounds into wheezing throbbing in his throat.
Jin Jumo tightened her grip on Jin Jiancheng’s hand, quickly released it, and used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes vigorously, raising her head to look at Jin Jiancheng.
She curled her lips, wanting to smile.
Yet, upon seeing Jin Jiancheng’s blood-red and muddled eyes, the tears she had worked hard to suppress gushed out again, her previously upturned lips crumpling downwards, crying like a little girl with a hand covering her mouth in grievance.
Standing on either side of the ward door, Rong Mochen and Ying Jingyao heard the crying from inside, both showing solemn expressions. They exchanged glances, holding back from barging in.
Over the year, Jin Jumo had been holding on with immense exhaustion. Jin Jiancheng’s awakening broke through her heart walls, teasing out her disguised vulnerability and self-assertion.
Yet it was only in front of Jin Jiancheng that Jin Jumo was willing to trustingly reveal her vulnerability because she knew that in this world, only Jin Jiancheng cherished her, protecting this fragility of hers better than she ever could, shielding her from harm.
Jin Jiancheng was Jin Jumo’s harbor and reliance. With Jin Jiancheng, Jin Jumo felt rooted, she felt not alone, not like an odd one out, but like everyone else, having someone caring, thinking, and worrying about her!
"Grandpa, don’t cry, please don’t cry." Jin Jumo was startled, choking up as she hurriedly wiped his tears, "I’m sorry. I made you cry right after you woke up."
Jin Jiancheng looked at Jin Jumo with affection, just awakened, his spirit was weak, unable to speak clearly, his consciousness still in a haze, yet being able to recognize Jin Jumo was already quite good.
Jin Jumo tightly held Jin Jiancheng’s hand, her dewy eyes of joy and uncertainty staring directly at Jin Jiancheng as if afraid it were all a dream.
Jin Jiancheng also managed to keep looking at her, his breathing fragile, his eyelids heavy, yet refusing to sleep for fear of never waking up again and never seeing his Little Mo.
"Grandpa, are you tired?" Jin Jumo asked worriedly, looking at Jin Jiancheng’s tired eyes.
Jin Jiancheng closed his eyes briefly, then looked at Jin Jumo with kindness and pulled his lips weakly, "Grandpa... wants to...see Little Mo."
Jin Jumo’s eyes warmed again, "Grandpa, if you’re tired, you can sleep for a while, Little Mo will be here with you."
Jin Jiancheng shook his head, but was visibly powerless and closed his eyes after a while.
Jin Jumo watched Jin Jiancheng close his eyes, momentarily flustered, "Grandfather, gran..."
She called twice, Jin Jumo forced herself not to speak again, yet her brow furrowed with worry, staring directly at Jin Jiancheng.
There was no sound in the ward for quite a while, Rong Mochen frowned slightly, tilting his head towards the ward door.
Jin Jiancheng on the hospital bed fell asleep again, while Jin Jumo remained motionless, holding Jin Jiancheng’s hand, her profile pale and uneasy.
His dark eyes deepened as Rong Mochen looked at Ying Jingyao opposite him, pursing his lips slightly, and said blandly, "Does Young Master Ying still have something to do?"
Ying Jingyao’s refined brow furrowed slightly imperceptibly, looking coldly at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong, don’t forget this is a hospital, and I am a doctor; the patient in the ward is mine."
Rong Mochen’s expression remained unchanged, "So, now doctors also need to keep night vigils for patients?"
Ying Jingyao’s eye twitched slightly, "Mr. Rong, should you ever become my patient, I wouldn’t mind keeping a vigil for you."
Rong Mochen sneered, "Young Master Ying might not have this chance, because someone else is keeping a vigil for me."
Who that person was, Ying Jingyao knew clearly!
His exceptional and handsome face turned cold, Ying Jingyao lightly clenched his fists, staring at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong, are you overconfident? Are you sure of your place in her heart, that she’d willingly keep a vigil for you?"
"Whether she is willing or not, she must keep the vigil!" Rong Mochen coldly tossed this statement and then turned sideways to walk into the ward.
Ying Jingyao suddenly clenched his hands tightly, his clear moist eyes flashed scarlet, but his handsome face was stained with inescapable gloom and solitude.
Noticing someone approaching nearby, Jin Jumo blinked her slightly sore eyes, slowly turning her head to look.
Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jiancheng on the hospital bed before turning his gaze to Jin Jumo. His dark eyes scanned over her red, swollen eyes crying like two water bubbles, and he frowned slightly.
Jin Jumo’s gaze moved past his side, seeing only a corner of a white garment, she pursed her lips and withdrew her gaze, her gaze once again landing on Rong Mochen’s face, speaking hoarsely, "Mr. Rong, I want to stay at the hospital with my grandfather tonight."
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes tightened, glanced at her belly, and said nothing.
As he stayed silent, Jin Jumo took it as acquiescence, whispering, "Mr. Rong, go back and rest, tomorrow there’s still a lot of business matters you need to handle personally."
Rong Mochen paused, then took off the coat from his body, draped it over Jin Jumo, and with his warm large hand holding her shoulder, he softly said, "I’ll stay with you."
Jin Jumo was startled, stayed silent for a while, and said, "No need, Mr. Rong, you’ve already brought me here, you can’t miss your rest anymore, besides, it’s enough with just me accompanying my grandfather."
Rong Mochen remained silent.
After a long while without hearing him speak, Jin Jumo was somewhat surprised, lifted her long lashes to look at him, only to unexpectedly meet his deep dark eyes staring, her brow moved slightly, "Rong..."
"Little Mo, are you being courteous with me?" Rong Mochen’s voice was cold and sharp, "Or, are you worried about how to introduce me to your grandfather when he wakes up? Or is it because you’re eager for me to leave because of someone else?"
Jin Jumo was startled, subconsciously glanced at the doorway.
And just that glance made Rong Mochen’s facial lines drop in temperature.
Seeing this, Jin Jumo’s heart tightened, though her tone carried a trace of blame, "Mr. Rong, can’t you think positively?"
"You’re driving me away, how am I to think positively?" Rong Mochen’s tone lightened considerably, looking at Jin Jumo as he spoke.
Jin Jumo frowned and said quietly, "I just feel like there’s no point in you staying here either..."
Realizing that these words might be somewhat hurtful, Jin Jumo closed her mouth, sneaked a glance at him, and seeing his expression unchanged, she let out a small sigh of relief, "With me accompanying my grandfather in the hospital, it’s enough. If you stay, the ward’s only so big, there’s nowhere for you to rest. It’s so cold, I’m just worried you won’t rest well, and if you catch a cold, what then..."
After muttering, Jin Jumo’s little face was also covered with a layer of concern.
Rong Mochen looked at her lowered, dense long lashes, his dark eyes deepened abruptly, decisively intensifying the kiss.
Rong Mochen gently pecked at the corner of her mouth and cheek, the light in his dark eyes soft and tender, and as his lips moved to her swollen eye corner, he sighed lowly, "It’s a happy thing that your grandfather woke up, why are you crying like this?"
Jin Jumo’s ears turned red, one hand clinging to his shoulder, the other pulling up the coat on her shoulders, "It’s precisely because I’m so happy that I couldn’t help crying."
Rong Mochen’s gaze on Jin Jumo deepened, his elegant brows carried a trace of pity, though he didn’t speak, the kisses landing on Jin Jumo’s face grew much gentler.
Jin Jumo leaned her shoulder toward his embrace, looking through his shoulder at the sleeping Jin Jiancheng on the bed, staying quiet for a while before turning her head to look at Rong Mochen playing with a strand of her hair, "Mr. Rong, are you really not going back?"
Rong Mochen glanced at her, "Hmm."
Jin Jumo frowned, glanced at the clock on the wall, murmuring, "But it’s only two o’clock now, how will you rest here?"