Chapter 127: Chapter 124: Do You Really Think We Need to Get Married? 2
Jin Jumo frowned, "I don’t want to make Mr. Rong angry, it’s just that I don’t genuinely believe we must get married just because of the child. Moreover, Mr. Rong’s family doesn’t approve of me. Insisting on marrying me would only make those who care about you upset and isn’t worth it."
"The person marrying you is me, not anyone else."
"Mr. Rong, can’t you stop being so stubborn? You weren’t oblivious to what happened today. Since you saw it, you can’t pretend nothing happened. Your mother doesn’t like me, nor does she like my child. I understand that when you proposed to marry me before, it was to give the child a complete family, but now I have lost faith in that kind of completeness," Jin Jumo said.
As soon as Jin Jumo finished speaking, the car suddenly stopped.
Jin Jumo instinctively leaned forward, but because his hand was holding hers firmly, she didn’t fall over.
Jin Jumo widened her eyes, her lips pale, looking at Rong Mochen in shock, her dark eyes trembling lightly.
Rong Mochen coldly turned his eyes to stare at Jin Jumo, his voice icy, "So what?"
Jin Jumo’s lips trembled, she took a deep breath, turned to look at the car in front, and said nothing, though her face grew increasingly pale.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, pinched Jin Jumo’s slender wrist, and pulled her a bit toward him.
Jin Jumo bit her lower lip and had no choice but to turn to look at him.
His distinctly jointed fingers instantly pinched her chin, lifting it, "Grandfather wasn’t wrong, you women can change just like that!"
Jin Jumo’s eyes shrunk slightly.
"This is just the beginning and you’re scared, retreating already. Where’s the stubbornness you showed in front of me? That persistence in the bar a year ago?"
"..."
Jin Jumo’s pupils dilated, but her face heated up, her mouth moving, unable to speak.
A year ago, she went to the bar with a desperate mindset, her target was originally another man, but he showed up unexpectedly.
People who go to bars either have money or power; Rong Mochen’s face attracts attention wherever he goes, his noble aura is undeniable, many people know him, and many women want to get close, but are deterred by the icy aura he exudes.
Normally, she would steer clear of people like that at the first opportunity.
But not that time, because she came with a purpose; her grandfather was lying in the hospital in urgent need of a lot of money, she had no other choice, just that her target switched from another man to him, even she found it unbelievable.
He was different from those rich playboys who go to bars purely for fun, he didn’t seek women, only drank, Xiao Nanqing accompanied him, also drinking, but with women around him, he paid them little mind, just dawdling.
She didn’t know where she got the courage, sat in the spot next to him everyone wanted to sit at, he looked at her then, a look she would never forget in her life, cold, so cold that in the warm bar, she felt as if several layers of ice were forming over her from the bones out.
Going to the bar, Jin Jumo had heavy makeup on her face, wore a crop top and a short skirt, and with her peach blossom eyes, appeared both seductive and somewhat frivolous, without much hesitation, fearing he’d suddenly leave, she looked at him, directly stating her purpose, "I need money."
Those few words, hinted yet couldn’t be more explicit.
He gives money, she makes him happy!
At that moment, every cold, hard line on Rong Mochen’s face was etched with disdain, he didn’t even deem her worthy of a word, downed a glass of strong liquor and left the bar stoically.
At that time, she didn’t know what drove her, gritting her teeth, she rushed forward and blocked his path.
She remembered his stunned expression, though it only lasted a moment before reverting to cold fierceness.
She told him, "Can you give me five minutes?"
His expression changed a bit, yet he only coldly stared at her, saying nothing.
But Jin Jumo thought he acquiesced.
She turned, hurriedly went off to remove the uncomfortable makeup from her face, took off the outfit that didn’t suit her, and changed into a simple top and jeans she usually wore to school, appearing in front of him again, steadfastly looking at him, again stating, "My purpose is only money!"
Rong Mochen stared at her face for a long time, coldly dodging past her, striding outside.
The sighs and sneers in the bar sounded like loud slaps on her face then, but Jin Jumo ignored them, relentlessly following him out.
Chasing him to outside the bar, she watched him get into the car coldly, gritted her teeth and rushed to open the door and get in before the car drove away.
Back then, the car was so quiet she could only hear her own racing heart, she clenched her fists tightly, her palms sweaty, her eyes firmly looked at him.
Rong Mochen might have thought she was crazy, because the way he looked at her was so peculiar.
Fortunately, he didn’t throw her out of the car.
What happened afterward also became deeply engraved in her memory, enough for a lifetime.
Recalling the events of that night, Jin Jumo’s pale cheeks flushed slightly, biting her lower lip gently, she couldn’t quite meet his piercingly cold gaze.
Rong Mochen looked at her blushing cheeks, his tone softened, "I’ve heard this kind of talk several times before, but if I hear it again, I promise to break that little body of yours."
Jin Jumo’s eyes twitched, frowning as she looked at him, "Mr. Rong, are you threatening me again?"
"It’s not a threat. But if you make another mistake, I will indeed do this."
"But you saw the situation today; your mother looks down on me. She’s never going to let me easily enter your Rong Family’s gates." Jin Jumo pulled a dissatisfied face, muttering.
"Haven’t you already come inside?" Rong Mochen looked at her and said quietly.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, "What?"
Rong Mochen released her wrist, his beautiful palm holding her hand, "You’re living in Jinming Port City now, aren’t you?"
"..."
Jin Jumo frowned, "That’s not what I meant."
"I’ve lived with my grandfather since I was young, and she only occasionally comes by to see me. After taking over the Rong Family, I bought the land at Jinming Port City and built a single-family villa. Other than my grandfather and elder brother coming by to see it, she hasn’t come even once. So after marriage, what you’re worried about won’t happen." Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo with a calm expression.
Jin Jumo was stunned for a moment before she realized who he meant by "she."
Her long, dense eyelashes fluttered, and Jin Jumo felt it was unbelievable that as a mother, Fang Jingyi had never once visited her son’s home...
Recalling Fang Jingyi’s harsh and cold attitude towards Rong Mochen today, Jin Jumo suddenly felt a sense of desolation in her heart.
Looking at Rong Mochen, Jin Jumo asked with surprise, "Why doesn’t she go?"
Rong Mochen showed little expression, his dark eyes deep as the ocean, making it impossible to capture any emotions, "I’d really like to know the reason."
"..." Jin Jumo didn’t know what to say and paused for a while, "Mr. Rong, I’m not a melodramatic woman..."
"You’re not?"
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes flickered with a mocking smile, looking at Jin Jumo’s gradually reddening face.
Jin Jumo hesitated, "I really am not!"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow but smiled without speaking.
Jin Jumo frowned, "Mr. Rong, what do you mean with that expression? I’m not a melodramatic person, and no one I’ve met has ever said such things about me."
Rong Mochen pressed his lips, "Are you very concerned about others saying you’re melodramatic?"
"I... I’m not melodramatic, and being called melodramatic by you, of course, I mind!" Jin Jumo widened her eyes, her beautiful Taohua eyes appearing especially lively and spirited at this moment.
Perhaps Rong Mochen found it somewhat amusing, his thin lips tugged slightly, "Mindfulness only proves one thing."
"What?" Jin Jumo asked.
Rong Mochen stared into her dark eyes, slowly uttering two words, "Melodrama."
"..." Jin Jumo choked on her breath, glaring at him both angrily and gloomily.
Rong Mochen curled his lips, tapping her forehead with a finger, his expression shedding its previous coldness, now soft as water.
Jin Jumo stared at the gentle contours of his face, her eyes flickered, she took a deep breath, feeling somewhat disheartened as she lowered her lashes, softly saying, "Although I’ve internally agreed to your proposal about marriage, I haven’t explicitly said yes to marrying you."
Afraid he might suddenly change his face, Jin Jumo quickly added, "But I am seriously considering it, especially since you brought me back to meet Mr. Jin today..."
"Grandpa." Rong Mochen squinted his eyes.
"Hmm?" Jin Jumo was startled, her eyes slightly shifted, her face heating up, "...Alright. You brought me to meet... your Grandpa. Your mother’s and aunt’s attitude towards me truly made me waver, increasing my doubts about marrying you..."
Jin Jumo tightly pressed her lips, curling them in self-mockery, "But your mother’s and aunt’s attitude is understandable. I don’t blame them, after all, every word they said is the truth, I can’t avoid it, and I won’t argue. What mother would willingly let their son marry a woman like me."
Rong Mochen’s brows knitted together, his dark eyes flashed with anger, coldly staring at Jin Jumo, "Why degrade yourself this way?"
"It’s not degrading; it’s just who I am."
Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen, "Mr. Rong, don’t you mind at all?"
Rong Mochen looked deeply at Jin Jumo, not answering the question.
Jin Jumo, though, laughed freely, shrugged, "Consider me having never asked."
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, his dark eyes giving Jin Jumo a profound gaze, "Little Mo..."
"Mr. Rong, you don’t need to say it, I understand."
Jin Jumo smiled and took another breath, "Mr. Rong, I know once you decide something, you rarely change it, and every decision you make is not made lightly. The reason you proposed to marry me must be justified, maybe for the child, or perhaps for other reasons. Although I know I can’t change anything, I still hope I agree to marry Mr. Rong, and Mr. Rong also agrees to one thing for me."