Chapter 220: Chapter 215: I Can Marry Mr. Rong (2)
"Where are you going?" Rong Mochen lightly gazed at Jin Jumo’s pale profile, slightly furrowing his brow, and spoke softly.
Jin Jumo turned to look at him, "Let’s just talk here."
"..." Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were half-closed, his spine slightly leaning back against his chair, as he retrieved a cigarette and lighter from a hidden compartment. He placed a cigarette between his lips, the golden lighter spinning a few turns in his long, distinct fingers, yet he didn’t light the cigarette.
He turned his head towards Jin Jumo, his eyes deep, "Speak."
Jin Jumo looked at his slightly mischievous face as he held a cigarette between his lips, her brow furrowing slightly. Her eyes shifted away, staring straight ahead, "Is Mr. Rong truly sincere about wanting to be with me?"
Rong Mochen pressed the cigarette tightly between his lips, watching her for a long moment before removing the cigarette with two beautiful slender fingers, his voice heavy, "Yes."
"I can marry Mr. Rong." Jin Jumo spoke softly, though her brow was knit somewhat tightly.
Rong Mochen’s fingers paused, "With conditions?"
Jin Jumo turned her head to look at him, "Yes, with conditions!"
Rong Mochen raised a finger, staring at her, "I agree with you."
"..."
Jin Jumo was slightly stunned, "I haven’t said..."
"Whatever conditions you propose, I will agree to them." Rong Mochen tugged his lips, his voice carrying a hint of self-mockery, "I’m very generous; even if you want my life, I’ll give it. Do you want it?"
Jin Jumo suddenly felt a bit panicked, shifting her gaze, "What would I want with Mr. Rong’s life?"
Rong Mochen squinted, nodding, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Jin Jumo slightly tightened her fist, "Yesterday, Tang Ruan came to see me."
"..." Rong Mochen’s brows abruptly tightened, his gaze heavy as he stared at Jin Jumo, his voice tight, "Why did she come to see you?"
Jin Jumo looked at his tense face, unsure if it was because of nervousness or something else, a cold smile gently sliding from the corner of her mouth, "She came to persuade me to reconcile with you."
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes flickered, his thin lips tightly pressing together.
"Tang Ruan is truly fortunate, having your big brother spoil her, and Mr. Rong so caring and admiring behind her..." Jin Jumo said softly, yet her tone was so faint that no emotion could be discerned.
Rong Mochen’s long brows furrowed even tighter, his voice cold and indifferent, "Our business, don’t involve others."
Others...
Jin Jumo laughed, "How can she be considered others? To put it frankly, if it weren’t for her, Mr. Rong and I might have already been married for four years. Tang Ruan, to me, and to Mr. Rong, is an extremely significant intermediary!"
Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo’s mocking face, his throat stalled slightly, "Me and her..."
"Mr. Rong should listen to me."
Jin Jumo looked softly at him, her face coldly calm and aloof, "I recall Mr. Rong telling me, you would give me justice... now four years have passed, this justice should be returned to me, right?"
Without waiting for Rong Mochen to speak, Jin Jumo continued, "Four years have passed, I’m not in a hurry at this moment. So Mr. Rong doesn’t have to rush to give me an answer, after all, she is someone you hold dear, it’s understandable if Mr. Rong can’t be resolute, I understand."
Upon hearing this, Rong Mochen’s eyes suddenly sank, staring coldly at Jin Jumo, "Finished?"
Jin Jumo frowned, paused for a moment, then said, "I believe Mr. Rong has understood my point. If Mr. Rong cannot agree to this condition, please don’t disturb my life in the future, and stop... giving me hopeless expectations."
Rong Mochen pressed his lips, "I said I’d agree to whatever you want."
"..." Jin Jumo stiffly pulled her mouth, "Alright. Then I’ll just wait for Mr. Rong’s news."
"You haven’t told me how you got hurt?" Rong Mochen stared intently at Jin Jumo’s head with a woolen hat.
"Just a minor wound, it’s not important." Jin Jumo lowered her eyelashes, speaking lightly.
Rong Mochen’s breath deepened, staring at her, "Sit a bit closer."
Jin Jumo squinted slightly, "I think it’s better if we don’t meet until Mr. Rong brings substantial news."
With that, Jin Jumo leaned forward, intending to get out of the car.
As her body straightened, her wrist was suddenly seized by the man’s iron-like strong hand and pulled back into her seat.
Jin Jumo gently folded her eyelids, turning her head to look at the man beside her with cold eyes, her voice calm, "What? Is Mr. Rong regretting it now?"
"Must I remove your thorns one by one for you to speak to me properly?"
Rong Mochen raised his eyelids, his tone not heavy, instead carrying a barely discernible hint of affection and helplessness.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flashed, seeming somewhat resentful, she shook off Rong Mochen’s large hand gripping her wrist, turned her eyes to the car window to avoid looking at him, her voice icy cold, "Mr. Rong, speak if you have something to say, there’s no need to always be hands-on!"
Hands-on?
Upon hearing this, Rong Mochen’s long brows raised a bit, his slender fingers gently brushed away the strands of her hair at her cheek, his voice even lighter, "Do you intend to maintain this attitude while marrying me?"
Jin Jumo bit her lower lip, her voice faint, "Whether we can marry or not, it’s still uncertain."
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo’s frostily cool profile from the side, his dark eyes narrowing.
Suddenly, he reached out and clamped his hand under Jin Jumo’s armpit, lifting her directly from the passenger seat to his lap.
Jin Jumo shivered all over with fright, her peach blossom eyes staring in alarm at the suddenly magnified stern face before her, "What, what are you doing?"
Rong Mochen glanced at her panicked little face, disregarding her rejection and vigilance, his large hand gently removed the wool hat from the top of Jin Jumo’s head.
As a cold wind blew over the top of her head, Jin Jumo instinctively shrank her head down, her eyes were even more stunned, looking at Rong Mochen.
Her eyes met with his aloof and serious gaze, focused on the bandage on her head, her heart trembled suddenly with a chill, she took a deep breath, and was urgently trying to get off his lap.
"Don’t move." Rong Mochen looked sternly down at Jin Jumo.
"What exactly do you want?" Jin Jumo’s voice trembled slightly from nervousness.
His fingers brushed over the bandage on her head, Rong Mochen lowered his eyes, deeply focused on her, "Seeing your wound. So, what do you think I want to do?"
"..."
Jin Jumo’s earlobe heated up slightly, she took two breaths and said, "What’s there to see? I, I want to get down, you let me get down."
Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo with deliberate leisure, remembering her face flushed with embarrassment, his deep voice carried a hint of teasing, "Now you feel shy, but yesterday when you touched me there, why didn’t you?"
"..." Jin Jumo almost lost her breath, her face burning up, roasting her eyes red, she stammered, "I don’t, don’t understand what you’re saying!"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, "... My gosh!"
Jin Jumo exclaimed in her heart, her peach blossom eyes widened round, just like Xixi’s expression of surprise, staring dumbly at the face in front of her that seemed to be half-smiling.
Rong Mochen’s thin lips seductively moved to her ear, exhaling hot air, "These years you weren’t around, it has always been well-behaved."
"... Wha, what?"
Jin Jumo actually only said this in her heart, but unexpectedly, she was too shocked and it came out of her mouth directly.
Rong Mochen chuckled softly.
"..." Jin Jumo’s face felt like it was going to burn up, hot enough to fry an egg!
Jin Jumo’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.
She tried hard to withdraw her hand, wanting to break free, but a certain someone’s husky voice drifted down from above her head.
"Does it hurt here or here?"
Jin Jumo slightly froze, only feeling his finger pointing at the bandage on the back of her head and the bandage above her forehead.
"Hmm?" After not hearing Jin Jumo’s answer for quite a while, Rong Mochen lowered his head, his dark eyes seeped with a silky soft gaze, lightly and gently looking at her.
Jin Jumo suddenly blinked her eyes, feeling somewhat confused and flustered, avoiding his gaze, her voice carrying a panting breath, "I have things to do, let me, let me get out of the car."
Rong Mochen lightly furrowed his brow, yet forcefully pressed her palm onto the center of her hand, "Tell me how you got hurt, and I’ll let you down. Otherwise, I don’t mind exercising a bit of my rights as a husband in advance."
Jin Jumo was shocked into silence, "Mr. Rong, you’re being indecent!"
"I’m only indecent to my child’s mother." Rong Mochen said quite righteously.
Jin Jumo’s eardrum buzzed.
That sentence, "I’m only indecent to my child’s mother," incessantly echoed around her ear like a bee’s wing.
Taking advantage of Jin Jumo’s daze, Rong Mochen’s lips silently drifted close to Jin Jumo’s slightly parted pink lips.
"I’ll say!" Jin Jumo gasped in surprise, hurriedly said.
"I’m listening."
"Last night, crossing the crosswalk, I was nearly hit by a heavy motorcycle. In order to dodge the motorcycle... I fell to the ground and hit my head." Jin Jumo pressed down on her breath and said softly.
Specifically, how she hit her head, Jin Jumo’s impression is still quite vague until this moment.
She guessed, perhaps Ying Jingyao pushed her to the ground to save her, so she wasn’t hit by the motorcycle but fell to the ground and got injured.
"... An accident?"
Rong Mochen’s stern face instantly tightened, dark eyes clouded over, both hands suddenly clenched on Jin Jumo’s slender arms, so forcefully as if to crush her arms.
As soon as the force on the back of Jin Jumo’s hand was released, she quickly moved her hand away, softly exhaled, and then looked up at him.
Her gaze fell on his stern and tight handsome face, Jin Jumo’s eyes tightened, "Maybe it was an accident..."
Before Jin Jumo finished speaking, she was tightly held in the man’s arms and pressed into his iron-hard chest.
Eyelashes paused, Jin Jumo’s back stiffened, revealing deep confusion in her eyes.
Rong Mochen held Jin Jumo’s body, rubbing it forcefully into his chest, for a while, Jin Jumo only felt the muscles on her arms and back constantly contracting, the fierce pain made Jin Jumo’s baffled eyes lightly flicker, instinctively she softly said, "It hurts."