Chapter 140: Chapter 137: What Were You Just Thinking? (1)
"No matter what decision I make, it is my own choice. As for the unforeseeable consequences my choice may bring, whether good or bad, I am willing to bear them."
Jin Jumo’s voice was calm, and she looked earnestly into Ying Jingyao’s eyes, "Brother Ying, I know you’re thinking about what’s best for me, but right now, I still have the right to choose. If I were to listen to you and go to the UK with you, then I wouldn’t even have a choice anymore."
"As long as you come with me to the UK, I will never let you get hurt even a little."
Ying Jingyao stared fixedly at Jin Jumo, gripping her hand like it was the last lifeline to keep her.
Jin Jumo shook her head, "But I don’t want to take that risk. Whether I go with you to the UK or stay here, neither choice will be easy for me to face. Brother Ying, you understand this better than I do, don’t you?"
"I’m different from Rong Mochen, at least my heart is wholeheartedly with you." Ying Jingyao said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing Ying Jingyao’s words, Jin Jumo was visibly stunned, her eyes revealing a trace of something unusual.
Ying Jingyao saw this and continued, "Momo, I don’t have the so-called childhood sweetheart, nor do I have a woman I can’t forget, and my mind is not biased and extreme like that of an overprotective mother. My parents have been living abroad for many years; they are open-minded. Maybe they can’t accept you for a while, but I believe with time, I can make them accept you."
He even knows about Fang Jingyi’s closed-mindedness?
Jin Jumo frowned slightly, looking at Ying Jingyao, who was staring intensely at her, and said slowly, "Brother Ying, maybe your parents will truly accept me over time, just as you said. But, can they accept my child?"
"..."
Ying Jingyao’s eyes narrowed, "Momo, we’ll have children in the future."
Jin Jumo listened and started to smile softly, "So, the price for being with you is that I must sacrifice my child, is that it?"
"Momo..."
"Brother Ying," Jin Jumo interrupted him with a smile, "I will not abort my child, and no one should harbor that thought. If anyone tries to harm the child in my womb, I will fight with her to the end."
Jin Jumo had a smile on her face, her tone seemingly a bit teasing and casual, but Ying Jingyao knew that every word she spoke, she meant it!
Ying Jingyao felt a lump in his throat, staring at Jin Jumo, unable to utter another word.
Jin Jumo lowered her head, her voice coming softly and sparsely, "Though I’m younger than you, there are some things, Brother Ying, that I’m clearer about than you. Life is already difficult enough; if you can avoid wronging yourself, you definitely shouldn’t. You’re a great person, Brother Ying; there’s no need to wrong yourself for me, knowing well that I... why should you?"
After speaking, Jin Jumo was silent for a while, then she forcefully pulled her hand away and whispered, "I’m going back to the ward."
Watching Jin Jumo’s back, Ying Jingyao clenched his fists, finally unable to resist asking the question he had desperately suppressed in his heart, "Momo, have you ever liked me?"
Jin Jumo’s steps forward paused, she turned her head to look at Ying Jingyao, sunlight spilling on her bright and clean face, so beautiful, but those pure and shallow eyes carried a trace of sadness, "No."
She was grateful to him, truly grateful, a gratitude that wouldn’t fade with time, because he had once saved the most important person in her life.
And what saddened her was, she couldn’t give him the response he wanted.
Ying Jingyao’s eyes were filled with a reddish glow, bright sunshine unable to disperse the gloom and defeat in his eyes, he stood there like a bleak and lonely painting.
Jin Jumo lowered her eyes, didn’t linger, and turned to walk towards the ward.
Ying Jingyao watched Jin Jumo’s slender back, the red in his eyes gradually turning to a somber and resolute gaze, "Momo, I’ll wait for you."
On the day Ying Jingyao left, Jin Jiancheng looked at Jin Jumo with a hint of regret and said, "Doctor Ying is young and promising, a handsome talent. Whoever’s daughter marries him in the future, neither her parents nor her family will need to worry."
Jin Jumo smiled, treating it as a casual chat between grandfather and granddaughter, and didn’t say much.
Jin Jiancheng lovingly narrowed his eyes, "Little Mo, do you have a boy you like at school?"
Jin Jumo twitched at the corner of her eyes, "No."
"Really no?"
"Really no." Jin Jumo’s face looked somewhat unnatural.
"Then is there anyone who likes Little Mo?" Jin Jiancheng seemed particularly interested in this topic.
Jin Jumo glanced at him, silently shook her head, and picked up an apple casually to peel.
Ever since Jin Jiancheng woke up, Rong Mochen had visited several times, but by coincidence, Jin Jiancheng was always asleep, and more than ten days had passed without the two really meeting each other.
Jin Jumo didn’t know how to tell Jin Jiancheng about her relationship with Rong Mochen.
It’s not that she was deliberately avoiding it; she just hadn’t figured out how to say it.
If she told Jin Jiancheng, he would inevitably ask her a lot of questions.
For instance, how did she get to know Rong Mochen... She didn’t even know how to answer that one question.
So she just hadn’t said anything.
Jin Jiancheng saw Jin Jumo shake her head, and his brows furrowed as he pressed his lips in silence.
"...Grandfather, why did you suddenly stop talking?" Jin Jumo asked curiously.
Jin Jiancheng snorted, "Boys these days really have no taste at all. Our Little Mo is such a good girl, and they don’t even know to like her!"
"..." Jin Jumo held back again and again, but couldn’t suppress her laughter, burying her face into his arm as her shoulders shook.
Seeing her laugh uncontrollably, Jin Jiancheng’s eyes also showed a hint of a smile. He reached out and patted her shoulder, "Those people don’t recognize true value, so let’s not bother with them. Little Mo is still young; in a few years, I’ll find someone good for her."
Jin Jumo’s smile stiffened at the corners of her mouth. Every time she heard Jin Jiancheng say she was young, the feeling in her heart was always different.
And in a few more years, if she told him that in less than five months he would have great-grandchildren, she wondered how he would react.
At around ten at night, Rong Mochen came out of the study, walked into the master bedroom, and his dark eyes swept over the room without spotting anyone.
Pressing his thin lips briefly, he walked toward the balcony.
Stepping out through the door connecting the bedroom to the balcony, he saw Jin Jumo hugging a pillow, staring at the night sky in a daze, completely unaware of his presence.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes deepened as he walked to her directly.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her view, and Jin Jumo’s black pupils, fixed at a certain point, slowly shifted to stare at Rong Mochen’s composed and handsome face for a few seconds, before abruptly returning to reality. Taking a breath, she set the pillow down, "Mr. Rong, are you done with your work?"
Rong Mochen said nothing, his endless ocean-like eyes silently fixed on her. His calm, handsome face was inscrutable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Jin Jumo put her legs down from the lounge chair, seemingly wanting to stand up, but hesitated due to the man standing right next to the chair.
Seeing her somewhat unsure, Rong Mochen slightly frowned and grabbed her slender arm, pulling her up from the chair.
Standing before him, Jin Jumo’s head only reached his hardened throat, highlighting his height advantage instantly.
Her chin was lifted, forcing Jin Jumo to look up at him. His deeply penetrating black eyes seemed equipped with a probing device, making her eyes evasively flicker under their gaze, her breathing involuntarily stalling.
"What were you just thinking about? You didn’t even notice when I came in." Rong Mochen asked directly, his voice clear and cold.
"Nothing, I was just watching the stars." Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered, her voice low and muffled.
"Watching stars?" Rong Mochen pressed her chin down with his fingers, his tone becoming more somber.
Jin Jumo frowned, reached to touch her chin that hurt from his grip, but before she could touch it, he brushed her hand away.
Startled by his action, Jin Jumo stared at him wide-eyed.
Rong Mochen’s thin lips tightened coldly, his thick brows drew toward his nose as he fixed his dark, cold eyes on her, "What exactly were you thinking?"
He stubbornly repeated the question.
Jin Jumo felt puzzled by his sudden sternness.
Taking a sip of her lips, Jin Jumo fought back her irritation and looked at him, asking softly, "What’s wrong with you?"
"Answer me!" Rong Mochen commanded, his eyes seemed ready to devour her alive.
Ying Jingyao just left today, and she’s already in this absent-minded state!
"..." Jin Jumo’s shoulder lightly trembled, her face turning pale, "I was thinking about how to tell Grandpa about us, how to tell him that while he was asleep for a year, I’m already over four months pregnant, and how to make him accept that the Little Mo he keeps saying is still young is about to marry and have children."
Rong Mochen’s cold face froze slightly, his deep black eyes darkened as he looked at Jin Jumo, asking slowly, "Have you thought it through?"
"No." Jin Jumo’s clear eyes were filled with grievances and annoyance, not wanting to stay with him any longer, she uttered hoarsely, "Mr. Rong, I’m tired, can I go rest?"
"Little Mo." Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo, the bright eyes revealing a hint of moisture, a first of unknowing what to do crossing his cold heart. His long fingers gently brushed at the corner of her eye, but Jin Jumo turned her head away to avoid him.
"Mr. Rong, if you have no further questions, I’ll go rest." Jin Jumo spoke softly, her dense eyelashes hanging low.
"Little Mo." Rong Mochen cupped her face, raising it, and looked into her stubborn eyes, frowning, "Are you angry with me?"
Jin Jumo’s lips curled coldly, "I wouldn’t dare. You are Mr. Rong high above in Z City. How would I dare be angry with you?"
Rong Mochen’s eye twitched, pressing his lips without speaking but still holding Jin Jumo.
After some time of stalemate, Jin Jumo frowned at him, "Rong... Mm..."
Rong Mochen clasped her waist, his thin lips pecking at her ear intermittently, his rich voice now husky and deep, "Tomorrow I’ll go to the hospital with you to see your grandfather. You don’t have to say anything, leave everything to me. I’ll explain everything clearly to your grandfather."
After a pause, Rong Mochen seemed pained, suddenly pressing Jin Jumo’s lower back toward him, his voice hoarser, "The baby is nearly five months old, the belly starting to show, can’t be hidden any longer. Besides, the numerous arrangements for the wedding will take time. We can’t wait until after the baby is born to get married."