Chapter 268: Chapter 260: How Long Has It Been, Still Angry? (1)
Rong Mochen squinted, slowly taking his hand down from her head, silently staring at her, waiting for her answer.
"Today I met someone I used to know before. Seeing me alive made him too excited, so he didn’t control his strength while holding my wrist, leaving a mark," Jin Jumo said calmly, her tone unwavering.
Rong Mochen lightly furrowed his brows, "Someone you used to know?"
Jin Jumo arched her brows, "Mhm."
Rong Mochen stared at her radiant, beautiful face, his long fingers instinctively reaching out, his harsh voice softening, "Who did you used to know?"
Jin Jumo gazed into his eyes, "You don’t know him."
"Since I don’t know him, why did you lie when I first asked?" Rong Mochen said in a low voice.
"To save energy," Jin Jumo admitted candidly.
Rong Mochen’s brow slightly chilled, "Is talking to me exhausting?"
Jin Jumo laughed, "Mhm, you’re too clever. I’m always worried that saying too much will let you manipulate me, so it’s better to save my energy and not speak."
"Don’t flatter yourself," Rong Mochen’s cold, pursed lips curled up, his long fingers lifting her delicate chin, his dark eyes intensely staring at her slightly closed lashes, "There’s too many people I plan against. You don’t make the list."
Jin Jumo nodded, "Then I’m relieved."
Rong Mochen suddenly grasped Jin Jumo’s chin and pulled it down, his thin lips pressed over hers, completely merging with her slightly parted pink lips, his low voice hoarse, "Little Mo, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. But even if you don’t, I have ways to find out."
"Mr. Rong indeed has this capability," Jin Jumo sighed softly.
Rong Mochen nibbled on her lips lightly, his breathing growing rough, "Call me by my name. I like hearing you call my name."
"Isn’t calling you Mr. Rong alright?" Jin Jumo quivered, leaning back.
Rong Mochen pursued persistently, "Not alright."
Feeling unable to escape him no matter how she tried, Jin Jumo decided not to hide, placing her hands on his tense shoulders, her peach blossom eyes softly gazing at him, "If I call you, will you let me go?"
"Mhm," Rong Mochen agreed without hesitation.
Jin Jumo suspiciously stared at him; his too easy agreement was unsettling!
"Go ahead, call," Rong Mochen urged, his lips against hers, his dark eyes intensely burning into her.
Jin Jumo’s breathing quickened; it’s not like she hadn’t called his name before.
But being requested to call it like this suddenly made her tongue-tied.
"Little Mo, if you don’t call, do you want me to continue?"
Jin Jumo’s spine trembled violently, "Rong Mochen."
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes filled with a vibrant smile, instead of fulfilling his promise to release her, he became even more wanton, prying open her tight teeth, invading inside.
Jin Jumo’s pupils contracted, soon submerged in his wild invasion.
The situation was a bit out of control.
Jin Jumo’s clothes were almost completely stripped by certain scalding fingertips.
Jin Jumo’s bright, moist peach blossom eyes showed a mix of panic and bewilderment, her slender fingers tightly gripping the man’s firm muscles, her voice trembling, "Rong Mochen..."
"Yes."
"Can you, can you stop..." Jin Jumo pleaded frantically.
Rong Mochen pressed down on her slender waist.
Jin Jumo instantly felt an extraordinary heat, her body shaking violently, "Rong Mochen, that’s enough, like this, enough."
"Not enough," Rong Mochen suddenly lifted her up, heading towards the master bedroom.
Peach blossom eyes showed even more panic and confusion, Jin Jumo dug her fingers into his muscular arm, "I’m hungry, can we go out to eat something?"
Rong Mochen glanced at her, his dark eyes revealing clear dissatisfaction, "We’ll go out later."
"But I’m very hungry now," Jin Jumo said.
Rong Mochen gritted his teeth, holding Jin Jumo heavily against the wall, the force brewed in his waist and abdomen powerfully confined on her body, "You’re driving me crazy!"
Jin Jumo stared at his flushed handsome face, a sheen quickly passing through her eyes.
Gu Yan took Xixi and Hanhan out to play enough, returned to the apartment only to find the kitchen in a disastrous scene.
Standing stunned at the kitchen door for a while, Gu Yan resolutely called in the cleaning lady to tidy up the mess.
Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen returned from dining out, the kitchen was as tidy as before.
Upon seeing them return, Gu Yan’s first instinct was to inquire.
Yet before he could speak, he keenly sensed something was off between them.
The questions he had got stuck in his throat, cautiously eyeing them.
Actually, Jin Jumo seemed fine, not much different from usual.
It’s just someone’s expression... dark and cloudy, like a storm could hit anytime.
After much thought, Gu Yan concluded it was better to slip away.
So he stood up from the couch, instinctively ignoring that certain someone, chuckling awkwardly as he spoke to Jin Jumo, "Little Mo Mo, I’ve brought Xixi and Hanhan back to Ping’an safely. I still have matters to attend to, I’m leaving."
Pausing, Gu Yan added, "I’ll come tomorrow."
Jin Jumo’s peach blossom eyes flickered, "Still early. Have some fruit before leaving."
Gu Yan felt a chill to the bone, increasingly certain that something happened between the two, possibly a round of "fighting" in the kitchen earlier, otherwise how did the kitchen end up like that?
Moreover, this was the first time Jin Jumo had spoken for her to stay.
All signs indicated... this place was not suitable to stay long!
Paying careful attention, Gu Yan said seriously, "No, my mom asked me to go home tonight to have dinner with her. She lives a bit far, it takes two hours to drive, and it will be too late if I delay."
Jin Jumo paused, frowned, "You can leave."
"Xixi Hanhan, Uncle Gu is leaving, I’ll come back tomorrow to take you out to play." Gu Yan immediately said to Xixi and Hanhan.
"Goodbye Uncle Gu." Hanhan just shot a cold glance at Gu Yan, while Xixi enthusiastically waved her little chubby hand.
Gu Yan blew Xixi a kiss from afar and swiftly made his exit.
Hanhan looked at Jin Jumo, then at Rong Mochen, and pulled the curious Xixi who was about to walk toward them, saying, "Let’s play in the room."
Xixi was stunned, looking at Hanhan with confusion, "What’s fun in the room?"
Hanhan raised his little eyebrows slightly, "Xixi, did you forget?"
Xixi blinked, expressing deep bewilderment.
Hanhan shook his head, leaned in to whisper in her ear.
But Xixi, with her straightforward nature, upon hearing her brother’s words, covered her little mouth in realization, "Oh, right, we shouldn’t disturb dad and mommy as they nurture their relationship. Brother, let’s go play in the room."
Xixi held the speechless Hanhan’s hand and walked towards their room.
As Xixi and Hanhan left, Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen, who remained in the living room, had their faces twitch involuntarily upon hearing the childish comment.
The moment Xixi and Hanhan left, the living room fell into silence.
Jin Jumo pinched her fingers, slowly lifted her eyes to look at the stern-faced man.
Rong Mochen kept his gaze on her, the emotions in his dark eyes obscure.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time without saying a word.
Jin Jumo couldn’t match someone’s endurance, frowned slightly with irritation, and fixed him with a quiet voice, "From leaving to returning from dinner, how long has it been, are you still angry?"
Rong Mochen frowned, withdrew his gaze, and walked toward the sofa in the living room.
Jin Jumo hesitated slightly, followed behind him, "Mr. Rong..."
Just as Jin Jumo finished speaking, the man in front of her suddenly stopped.
Jin Jumo, unprepared, almost bumped into his back, barely managed to steady herself, took a step back, and looked at him with surprise and doubt.
Rong Mochen turned around, his deep eyes glinting with a few sparks of concealed anger, "What did you call me?"
Jin Jumo’s cheeks showed a flash of unnaturalness, but under the forceful gaze, she had to correct herself, "Rong Mochen."
Rong Mochen snorted lightly, turned around to sit on the sofa, his long legs slightly spread, looking at Jin Jumo with cold detachment.
Jin Jumo sat beside him, holding back a certain urgency in her Taohua-like eyes, saying softly, "Were you with me just for that?"
Rong Mochen frowned more deeply, gazing at Jin Jumo for a long time before saying coldly, "Are we really together?"
Jin Jumo’s face suddenly turned pale.
Rong Mochen tightened his lips, breathing heavily.
After a while, Jin Jumo lowered her long lashes, chuckling softly.
He had held her, kissed her; everything a man and a woman could do except the last step, they had done.
Yet he now questioned her if they were ever together?
Rong Mochen staring at the curve of her mouth, felt a surge of anger erupting from his chest, unstoppable.
Jin Jumo only felt the person next to her suddenly stand up, his presence imposing.
Her eyebrows twitched tightly, Jin Jumo slightly clenched her fingers, raising her desolate eyes to look up at him.
Rong Mochen suddenly leaned down, the bridge of his high nose almost touching Jin Jumo’s face, his breathing cold as ice.
Jin Jumo’s throat quivered, her long lashes fluttered, unable to resist tilting her head back slightly.
Rong Mochen sneered, "Little Mo, I am a man, not a saint; I can never touch you forever. But if I touch you, I won’t touch anyone else. Think about it, do you want me to?"
Jin Jumo drew a breath, "If you say you won’t touch others after touching me, can you live up to that?"
Rong Mochen’s cold black eyes suddenly fell silent, after a while, he said self-mockingly, "So, you still don’t believe me."
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly, not speaking a word.
Rong Mochen’s sneer deepened, stood up, and left the apartment.
The sound of the apartment door closing came, Jin Jumo’s Taohua eyes revealing deep confusion and bewilderment, at that moment, she was like a lost child, suddenly losing all direction.
Jin Jumo went to the room to find Xixi and Hanhan, finding the two little ones already asleep in bed.
Xixi was wrapped around her brother’s little arm, while her brother’s other hand encircled his sister’s small body, creating a picture of warmth.
Jin Jumo stood at the door for a moment, then walked over, picked up a small quilt, and covered the two little ones.
Exiting the room with the door closed, Jin Jumo picked up her phone and dialed the number she had been calling every day for the past few days.
Not really holding any hope, but at the instant the call was connected, Jin Jumo’s heart jolted fiercely, quickly asking, "Jingyao, is that you?"
From the time she left S City, it had been a while.
Except for the first time being picked up by Zhuo Wenji, the number she dialed for Ying Jingyao was always unreachable.