Chapter 133: Chapter 130: Everyone in Z City Knows (Part 2)
The words spoken out are like water spilled out; you can pretend you said nothing, but the listener can’t pretend they didn’t hear anything.
All the way to Jinming Port City, the air inside the car with the heater on was as chilling as several degrees below zero. Seated next to a man radiating coldness like an ice block, Jin Jumo felt like sitting on pins and needles, wishing she could jump out of the car.
Upon reaching Jinming Port City, Rong Mochen got out of the car first, cast a cold glance at Jin Jumo, and walked straight into the villa.
Sitting in the car, Jin Jumo watched his figure disappear into the villa’s bright lights. Only then did her stiff body suddenly relax against the seat, as she held her head in her hands and exhaled deeply, as if she had narrowly escaped death.
The entire journey had truly suffocated her to the point of wanting to die!
Especially several times when she clearly felt the car speed up drastically, only to inexplicably slow down again.
Looking back on it now, he was probably considering the little thing in her belly; otherwise, by the end of this trip, she might not have died but would surely have shed a layer of skin!
"Madam." Yu Huihua’s tentative voice came from the villa entrance.
Jin Jumo exhaled, turning her head towards the villa entrance.
Yu Huihua stood in the light and shadows, craning her neck to look in her direction, seemingly uncertain if she was inside.
Jin Jumo lowered her hands that were resting on her forehead, took a couple of deep breaths before pushing the car door open, got out and looked at Yu Huihua, calling out, "Aunt Yu."
Upon seeing Jin Jumo, Yu Huihua exclaimed, jogged over to her, and asked, "Madam, did you have a fight with the gentleman?"
"...No, no." Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered.
"Madam, you didn’t see the gentleman’s face when he went inside. It was so dark, nobody dared to come near. He said he was going to pick you up when he went out. But I’ve been watching from inside and you didn’t come in for a long while. I thought, maybe you and the gentleman had a quarrel," Yu Huihua said anxiously, "Madam, the gentleman has a bad temper, you should just give in to him more, otherwise you’ll be the one to bear the brunt."
"Aunt Yu, I really didn’t fight with him," Jin Jumo said sincerely, seeing the anxiety on her face and trying to reassure her.
Actually, she hadn’t fought with him; he hadn’t fought with her either. It was just that she had spoken a couple of blunt truths that touched upon someone’s nerve... that’s all!
Yu Huihua observed Jin Jumo for a while, "Really?"
"Really!" Jin Jumo nodded.
Yu Huihua sighed in relief and patted her hand, "Madam, over this period, the gentleman has treated you quite well. But we can’t expect someone like him to be like an average man who dotes on and obeys his wife. Sometimes we need to be sensible and understand the situation. We can’t let being spoiled cause us to lose perspective. Understand?"
Jin Jumo awkwardly smiled, "Aunt Yu, are you trying to tell me not to become arrogant from being pampered?"
Yu Huihua looked at Jin Jumo helplessly, "The gentleman is the president of the Rong Family, holding immense power and influence. In Z City, no one dares to mess with him, but nobody wants to cozy up to him either, especially not those women outside."
Yu Huihua stopped there, looking at Jin Jumo, "Madam, do you understand what I’m saying?"
Jin Jumo squinted slightly and smiled, "Aunt Yu, I understand all of it. Don’t worry, I know how to handle Mr. Rong."
"That’s good!" Yu Huihua said reassuringly, patting Jin Jumo’s hand as she helped her into the villa.
At eleven in the evening, Jin Jumo washed her hair and took a bath, came out from the bathroom, and found the master bedroom still empty with someone still in the study.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jin Jumo dried her hair with a towel, but her thoughts were not on drying her hair; they drifted to the study.
What filled her mind was the conversation Yu Huihua had with her at the villa’s entrance.
Someone like Rong Mochen, blessed with privileged conditions from birth coupled with extraordinary talent and decisiveness in the business world, not only draws everyone wanting to cozy up to him for benefits, but there’s also an endless stream of women eager to cling to him.
What she worries about isn’t someone throwing themselves at him; what she’s concerned about is why a man, with such unparalleled personal and external conditions who could play around for years, would even consider marrying her?
His sudden marriage proposal to her was because of the child. After marrying him and giving birth to the child, would he regret their marriage and long for the bewildering outside world, divorcing her for any trivial reason?
By then, she wouldn’t even be able to take the child with her and inexplicably become a second-marriage woman abandoned by the richest man. How would she cope?
Most importantly, she was pregnant with not just one... but two.
The thought of a future where she’s tragically divorced and struggles to see her children feels like a stabbing pain deep in Jin Jumo’s heart!
The image forming in her mind made her stop drying her hair, tossing the towel onto the bed, slipping on slippers, and heading towards the balcony.
A lightweight, foldable laptop was on the lazy chair on the balcony. She sat in the lazy chair, picked up the laptop, opened it, and started typing something on the keyboard.
In the study.
The spacious room was unlit, with only a desk lamp casting a solitary glow.
A cold, quiet man sat leaning back in a large desk chair, his dark eyes partially closed, one hand resting on his knee, while the thumb and index finger of the other hand rubbed the surface of a metal lighter.
Knock, knock...
A cautious knocking came from the door.
The man whose eyes were closed slowly lifted his eyelids, a flicker of light passing through his deep, somber eyes, narrowing his gaze at the door.
Knock, knock...
Rong Mochen straightened up slightly, his voice cold, "Come in."
There was no sound from outside the door. After a few seconds, the doorknob slowly turned, and the door was gently pushed open from the outside.
"Hi." Jin Jumo peeked her head out from the doorway and gave Rong Mochen a silly grin.
Rong Mochen’s mouth twitched slightly, and he said coldly, "Is there something you need?"
"...No, nothing really."
Jin Jumo forced a smile, squeezed her thickly pajama-clad body through the door, and, perhaps not quite used to the dim lighting in the room, looked around and said, "Mr. Rong, why don’t you turn on the lights?"
Rong Mochen frowned lightly, "Turn them on if you want."
Considering what she was about to discuss with him, it wasn’t convenient in the dark, Jin Jumo said, "Then I’ll turn them on."
Rong Mochen said nothing.
Jin Jumo turned on the study’s lights, the sudden brightness making them both squint slightly.
Rong Mochen immediately noticed the notebook in her hand, a sharp look flashed in his black eyes, "So late and you’re not sleeping?"
Jin Jumo giggled, moved to the sofa and sat down, her eyes flickering, unnaturally fiddling with her semi-dry hair.
Rong Mochen glanced at her slightly damp hair, his brow furrowed, "Why didn’t you dry your hair?"
Jin Jumo was stunned, looking at him, "...Forgot."
Upon hearing this, Rong Mochen slightly tightened his jaw, sternly ordering, "No more washing your hair at night!"
"Okay." Jin Jumo agreed readily.
Rong Mochen seemed surprised at her compliance, a hint of cold laughter in his magnetic voice, "Suddenly so obedient?"
Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched, and she smiled sheepishly, "I’ve always listened to Mr. Rong."
Rong Mochen snorted, saying nothing.
Then, as if she wasn’t there, he opened a folder on the desk, browsing without looking at her.
Jin Jumo glanced at him a few times and couldn’t help but ask, "Is Mr. Rong not done working yet?"
"Hm." Rong Mochen responded indifferently, not even deigning a glance her way.
Jin Jumo thought he really wasn’t finished and obediently sat on the sofa, opened her notebook, and looked at what she’d been working on for the past half hour.
"Go back to your room and sleep!" The man’s cold and stern voice rang out sharply.
Jin Jumo’s back stiffened. She sat up straight and looked at Rong Mochen, only to see he wasn’t even looking at her, his side profile cold and harsh.
Her dark eyes darted around. Jin Jumo spoke softly, "I’ll wait for Mr. Rong."
As soon as Jin Jumo finished speaking, Rong Mochen’s chilly gaze shot straight at her, the sharpness in his eyes nearly frightening her heart out of her chest.
Swallowing stiffly, Jin Jumo clutched the edge of the notebook tightly, hardly daring to breathe.
She watched him rise indifferently, bypassing the desk as he walked directly towards her. Coming here with an intention, Jin Jumo now felt like she wanted to flee through the door...
Rong Mochen walked up to Jin Jumo, his long legs pressed against the sofa in front of her, imposing as he gazed down at her coldly.
Jin Jumo’s back stiffened against the back of the sofa, her legs crossed, the notebook on her knees, her head leaned back against the sofa to see his face.
Rong Mochen suddenly leaned in, his hands resting on the back of the sofa on either side of her. His frost-like stern face so close, his black eyes coldly staring into her timidly flickering eyes.
With their sudden closeness, an oppressive feeling came over Jin Jumo, making her dare not breathe. Her nostrils flaring lightly, she cautiously looked at Rong Mochen and spoke softly, "If Mr. Rong doesn’t like me waiting, I’ll go back to sleep now..." if only he would move away from her!
Rong Mochen stared directly at her, his voice devoid of warmth, "Leaving like this, won’t you feel regret?"
Jin Jumo’s face stiffened, trembling slightly, and she looked at him, perplexed.
Suddenly, her chin was lifted. His unparalleled handsome face drew closer, their noses almost touching.
Rong Mochen gazed into her flickering peach blossom eyes, sneering coldly, "What are you waiting for, speak."
Jin Jumo felt as if the air was being sucked out of her lungs. She closed her eyes hard and looked up at him, "If Mr. Rong wants to hear it, then I’ll say it. But can Mr. Rong not stay so close, I... Phew... I’m having trouble breathing."
Rong Mochen tightened his brow, his black eyes fixed on her flushed face, as if she truly was nearly suffocating. His thin lips pressed into a cold line, he huffed, withdrawing his hands and straightening up to look at her.
Jin Jumo sneaked a glance at him, placed a hand over her chest, and slowly shrank back on the sofa, her back pressed against it tightly. Taking a few deep breaths, she blinked lightly and looked at Rong Mochen, "Won’t Mr. Rong sit?"