Chapter 160: Chapter 157: Don’t Look at Me with Those Eyes Anymore 1
Fu Mulan closed her eyes in deep regret, "She told me that Mrs. Rong is dissatisfied with you, even to the point of extreme dislike, and is secretly hiring a private detective to investigate you. As long as Mrs. Rong can obtain irrefutable evidence of your disgrace, Mrs. Rong will undoubtedly be even more determined not to let you marry into the Rong Family. By then, Mrs. Rong will show these evidences to Mr. Rong for review, and Mr. Rong would never accept you either. If Mr. Rong opposes, then you absolutely cannot enter the Rong Family, and I would have the chance.
I believed it to be true, so I agreed to cooperate with her. Knowing that Mrs. Rong was investigating you, we found the general manager of Ye Hui Bar, Zhao Xingwei, and the private detective that Mrs. Rong hired to perform a drama. Through the private detective, we told Mrs. Rong that you initially got into Ye Hui with the help of this manager, and hinted to Mrs. Rong to record their conversation as evidence when verifying the situation with this manager. We had already privately communicated with the manager at Ye Hui, instructing him on what to say when meeting Mrs. Rong."
Fu Mulan told Jin Jumo everything they had instructed Zhao Xingwei.
"I originally thought that Mrs. Rong would take the recording and synthesized video directly to Mr. Rong, but who would have thought Mrs. Rong gave them to your grandfather, causing his illness to worsen. From that moment, I regretted it.
That day, I went to find Miss Tang Ruan, and when I arrived, she was on the phone, but hung up immediately upon seeing me. I felt puzzled then, but didn’t pay much attention. My purpose in finding her was to tell her that I regretted it and didn’t want to do it anymore. But she told me it was already too late."
Fu Mulan covered her mouth and cried, "That very night, Mr. Jin ultimately passed away. Before, I had inquired and learned that Mr. Jin had been resuscitated, and he had regained consciousness. As long as he persisted with rehabilitation, recovery was only a matter of time. I even consulted experts in this area and received the same answer.
I grew suspicious. So I went to confront Miss Tang Ruan, although she didn’t admit, she also didn’t deny. During the days of Mr. Jin’s passing, I heard the president ask Mr. Lei Yicheng to look for people, and vaguely heard it was the president instructing Mr. Lei to find the two people who guarded Mr. Jin at night for protection. I was then certain that Mr. Jin’s death was no accident, but murder."
Jin Jumo’s eyes were bloodshot, staring wide-eyed at Fu Mulan, as if her eyelids would shed two streams of bloody tears with any slight movement, "Murder? Ha, murder, ha."
Jin Jumo rested one hand on her forehead, struggling to hold back tears, looking at Fu Mulan, "So, Mr. Rong knows all this, right?"
Fu Mulan bit her lower lip, "Miss Tang Ruan is the wife of the president’s elder brother and also from a prestigious family. Plus, considering Miss Tang Ruan’s position in the president’s heart, even if the president knows, what can he do to her for someone irrelevant?"
Jin Jumo closed her eyes, the veins on her neck seemed about to burst as she rasped out, "Miss Fu, why did you tell me all this? Aren’t you afraid I will hold you accountable?"
"Afraid. But I have to say it. I’ve had enough, these days I’ve suffered enough from the torment of conscience, even if it means jail, I’m willing. I only seek peace of mind." Fu Mulan looked earnestly at Jin Jumo with red eyes.
Conscience
Jin Jumo stiffly twisted her neck, blood had already seeped from her palms, she gritted her teeth and said, "Leave."
"Miss Jin, I don’t ask for your forgiveness. I only hope you can give me a chance to make amends to you."
"I don’t want any amends, I want all of you dead." Jin Jumo stared at her, those clear eyes filled with profound hatred and bloodlust.
Despite her hoarse voice, Fu Mulan had every reason to believe this was indeed her most truthful thought at the moment.
Fu Mulan already left, Jin Jumo was still sitting at that position, the figure of Jin Jiancheng crossing her mind constantly, his laughter, his doting gaze on her every expression, his joy upon knowing of her pregnancy, his yearning for the child’s innocent babbling after birth, calling him around his knees in familial bliss.
She received his wholehearted love and protection, she experienced the happiest and most joyful period of her life.
But what did Jin Jiancheng get?
He received the sorrow of a white-haired man sending off a black-haired man, received a death out of unnatural circumstances.
All because of her, all because of her!
"Hahahahaha," Jin Jumo looked up, everything before her eyes blurred, she felt she really didn’t deserve to live, heart aching, aching to the point she wanted to die, why wasn’t she the one who died, why wasn’t it her they killed?
"Haha"
"Sister Jian, sob sob," Mu Yan helplessly cried, her voice had grown hoarse, but seeing Jin Jumo’s deranged appearance, she dared not approach.
In the café, some people were taking photos with their phones.
Jian Liangtong bit her lip tightly, silently shedding tears.
She didn’t know what Fu Mulan said to her, but Jin Jumo’s current state had already told her the cruelty of the situation, the cruelty of the truth!
Jian Liangtong and Mu Yan brought Jin Jumo back to Jinming Port City, Jin Jumo said she was tired, the two then helped her to the master bedroom on the second floor to rest.
She lay in bed and fell asleep quickly, her breathing steady.
Jian Liangtong and Mu Yan still felt uneasy, staying until Jin Jumo woke, watching her drink the nutritional soup brewed by Yu Huihua then fall asleep again, she was still sleeping past nine o’clock in the evening.
"Why don’t you two ladies stay here and rest tonight,"
Yu Huihua had been unable to contact Rong Mochen and didn’t know why, ever since Mr. Jin passed away, Rong Zhengfeng no longer answers her calls, even though he instructed her to report Jin Jumo’s condition to him daily, but...
So Yu Huihua dared not call Rong Zhengfeng, and seeing how Jin Jumo returned with a clearly unstable mood after going out, she worried that if Jian Liangtong and Mu Yan left, something might happen that she couldn’t handle alone, so she hoped to keep them there for some company.
Even if she hadn’t said that, Jian Liangtong had the same plan.
So she nodded upon hearing Yu Huihua’s suggestion, saying to Mu Yan, "Little Yan, would you let the driver take you home later? Can you do that?"
"I want to stay too," Mu Yan said softly.
"Little Yan,"
"Sister Jian, don’t persuade me anymore. The state Sister Jin is in, how can I be at ease?" Mu Yan’s eyes reddened, worriedly looking at Jin Jumo.
Jian Liangtong felt touched, reached out and touched Mu Yan’s head, "Alright then. But you should call home later to let them know, so they don’t worry, okay?"
"Mmm, mmm," Mu Yan quickly nodded.
Yu Huihua relaxed seeing the two agreed to stay, "Then I’ll prepare a guest room for the two ladies."
"Thank you for your trouble," Jian Liangtong said.
Yu Huihua shook her head and walked out.
At around ten o’clock in the evening, Jin Jumo woke up once. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jian Liangtong and Mu Yan standing by the bed, looking at her with concern.
Jin Jumo blinked, frowned, and tried to sit up with her heavy body.
Jian Liangtong and Mu Yan hurriedly stepped forward to help her sit up.
"Ju Zi, what do you need? I’ll get it for you. Do you want water, or are you hungry?
Jian Liangtong sat by the bed, holding her hand and asked softly.
Jin Jumo’s pale mouth twitched, her voice weak and hoarse, "What time is it now?"
Mu Yan quickly glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It’s ten-twenty."
Jin Jumo lightly frowned, "It’s so late." She looked at Jian Liangtong and Mu Yan and urged, "Why aren’t you going home yet? Go home quickly."
"Little Yan and I have already decided not to leave tonight, we’ll stay here with you," Jian Liangtong said.
Jin Jumo looked at Mu Yan.
Mu Yan hurriedly nodded.
Jin Jumo smiled faintly, "What are you doing? Worried that I’ll do something stupid?"
"No, no, no. Quickly shut up!"
Jian Liangtong covered Jin Jumo’s mouth, her eyes reddened as she glared at Jin Jumo, "Don’t say such things."
Jin Jumo’s dark eyes stared at Jian Liangtong, a pale and thin hand held Jian Liangtong’s hand and lowered it from her mouth, "Don’t worry about me, I won’t do anything silly. You’re just putting a lot of pressure on me this way."
Jin Jumo placed Jian Liangtong’s hand on her stomach, "You should understand my feelings the most now. Even if I don’t care about anything, I can’t ignore these two little ones."
Jian Liangtong’s eyes flickered, "Little Yan and I just want to stay to keep you company."
"Just forget it."
Jin Jumo smiled, "Can your Huo really handle you not coming home at night? And you, Little Yan, Xiao Nanqing is overbearing and ruthless. If you don’t go back, can he spare you?"
"I’m not afraid of him!" Mu Yan pouted.
"Really not afraid?"
"No, I’m not afraid."
Mu Yan started out confident, but with repeated questioning, her courage slipped down to her feet.
Jin Jumo sighed, reaching out a hand to Mu Yan.
Mu Yan took hold of it.
Jin Jumo looked at the two, "Be good, go home. I promise you, I absolutely won’t be in any trouble, please don’t worry."
"But—"
Jian Liangtong’s persistent words were interrupted by the ringing of her phone in her pocket.
She took it out, her brows furrowed as she glanced at Jin Jumo, then walked to the side to answer, "Hello, big brother."
Jin Jumo smiled knowingly at Jian Liangtong. From her expression, she knew she guessed right, Huo Shaojun would definitely not agree to Jian Liangtong staying in Jinming Port City.
So when Jian Liangtong hung up and turned to look at her with a gloomy face, Jin Jumo smiled knowingly, "Better go back."
Jian Liangtong pursed her lips, "Then I’ll come find you again tomorrow?"
"Okay." Jin Jumo nodded lightly.
"Little Yan, Huo Shaojun will come to pick me later, let’s go together. I’ll take you home first." Jian Liangtong looked at Mu Yan and said.
"But I don’t want to leave." Mu Yan held tightly onto Jin Jumo’s hand, unwilling to go.
Jin Jumo squeezed her hand, "Be obedient, Little Yan, come back tomorrow with Sister Jian."
Mu Yan frowned her elegant brows and then reluctantly nodded.
Jian Liangtong and Mu Yan left at eleven o’clock.
The remaining curve on Jin Jumo’s lips vanished instantly. She calmly got off the bed, walked barefoot to the balcony, picked up the notebook on the lazy chair and opened it, opened the Baidu webpage, the words "criminal litigation" leaped out under her fingertips.
Saved the relevant pages, Jin Jumo closed the computer and returned to her room, her eyes inadvertently glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already early morning.