Chapter 222: Chapter 217: Can You Talk to Me Properly? 2
But four years later, Jin Jumo discovered that she simply couldn’t!
Her heart would still feel astringent and painful upon hearing such words!
Perhaps it’s because she has now become a mother herself.
Jin Jumo’s hatred and resentment towards Liang Yi not only did not ease in the slightest, but instead grew even deeper.
Regarding Xixi and Hanhan, she didn’t even dare to think of a day when they wouldn’t be by her side.
Yet Liang Yi, for her own comfort and wealth, abandoned her.
And now, to salvage her image in another daughter’s mind, she resorts to such desperate measures to vilify her.
Jin Jumo’s throat moved painfully, but her peach blossom eyes revealed a more intense smile, her voice was calm and carefree, without a care, "Ha, she’s not wrong, I am exactly like this."
Gu Lingyi’s eyes showed disgust as she growled, "Aren’t you greedy? Don’t you love money? I’ll give you, give you a lifetime’s worth of money."
"..." Jin Jumo looked up at Gu Lingyi, lightly chuckling, "A lifetime’s worth of money, indeed, this seems much more reliable than before."
"You, you’re hopeless!"
Gu Lingyi pointed angrily at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo raised her eyebrows nonchalantly, "Tell me, Miss Gu, what do you mean by a lifetime’s worth of money?"
Gu Lingyi was evidently furious, her face pale, her fingers shaking as she took a check out of her bag and threw it at Jin Jumo’s face, "Take it!"
It was unclear if Jin Jumo was unlucky or if her skin was really so good.
The check slashed past her cheek, leaving a long red mark.
In theory, Jin Jumo shouldn’t feel any pain now, since her heart hurt too much!
But when the check cut across her cheek, she felt an incredibly compounded pain.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips tightly together, her expression resembling a rubber mask, showing nothing but calmness.
Picking up the check that had fallen onto her lap, Jin Jumo glanced at the amount on the check, her eyes deepening, "Thirty million... Miss Gu is quite generous."
Gu Lingyi snorted, "Wouldn’t it take generosity to satisfy you?"
"Indeed, it would," Jin Jumo softly said.
"This money is enough to ensure you a lifetime free from worry," Gu Lingyi added.
Jin Jumo stared at the check, "Thirty million, is it from you, or her?"
"..."
Gu Lingyi was taken aback, frowning at Jin Jumo with a posture of superiority, completely devoid of the caution and timidity she had at the start, "What do you mean from me, from her?"
After a pause, Gu Lingyi understood and narrowed her eyes, staring coldly at Jin Jumo, "Although you’re heartless, mommy still thinks of you.
I originally wanted to give you only twenty million, but mommy said it’s not easy for you alone and you still have to raise two children, so she asked me to give you an extra ten million."
Jin Jumo nodded, lifting her gaze to look at Gu Lingyi, "So, Ms. Liang is also in S City then?"
Gu Lingyi didn’t react much to Jin Jumo calling Liang Yi "Ms. Liang", only glancing at Jin Jumo, "The moment mommy heard I was inquiring about you, she flew over."
Jin Jumo placed the check on the coffee table in front of her, pushing it towards Gu Lingyi.
Gu Lingyi looked suspiciously at Jin Jumo, her voice slightly tense, "You, what do you mean?"
"Since part of this money is supposed to come from Ms. Liang, then have her bring it to me in person," Jin Jumo said.
"..." Gu Lingyi was somewhat collapsed, so much hassle just to accept money?
Due to Jin Jumo’s insistence, Gu Lingyi had no choice but to agree to have Liang Yi meet her tomorrow at the café where the two had met before.
When Gu Lingyi left, Jin Jumo remained seated on the sofa and did not stand to see her off.
Gu Lingyi was indifferent, and as she reached the door, just as she opened it, she suddenly stopped, turned her head to look at Jin Jumo, and cautiously asked, "Are your children Brother Mo Chen’s?"
Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered, "Haven’t you already investigated these things?"
Gu Lingyi’s expression looked odd, "I didn’t investigate."
Everything she knew came from her parents.
They told her that these two children were not Rong Mochen’s...
Upon leaving Yu Yang Apartment, Gu Lingyi saw Liang Yi sitting in a red Porsche, her expression slightly darkening as she walked over to the car.
Getting into the car, Gu Lingyi turned to look at Liang Yi with disappointment, "Mommy, she really is just like you said, insatiable."
Liang Yi’s face froze slightly as she glanced at the apartment building, "Did she accept it?"
Gu Lingyi shook her head, "No."
Liang Yi was surprised, "Why? Wasn’t it enough?"
"Not exactly."
Gu Lingyi hesitated, "She, she said, she wants you to give it to her in person."
"..." Liang Yi was stunned, silent for a long time.
Gu Lingyi, seeing her silence, assumed she disagreed.
After all, Jin Jumo had hurt her too deeply, and not wanting to see her was quite natural.
So she nervously grabbed Liang Yi’s arm, softly pleading, "Mommy, do you not want to see her?"
Liang Yi gathered her thoughts, looking at Gu Lingyi’s fair and delicate face, lovingly caressed her cheek, and dotingly said, "Silly child, what wouldn’t mommy do for you?"
"Mommy."
Gu Lingyi, touched, threw herself into her arms and acted coyly like every little girl in the loving embrace of her parents, "I will definitely be filial to you in the future. Mommy, I love you."
Liang Yi gently patted her head, "Mommy loves you too, darling."
Window of a certain apartment on the fifth floor of Yu Yang Apartment.
The pink curtains fluttered gently in the wind, and the woman standing in front of the window, with her arms crossed, gazed blankly at the Porsche parked in front of the building.
Was it her good eyesight to blame or should she just not have appeared at the window at this time...
Jin Jumo slowly lowered her stinging eyes, her distinct eyelashes gradually drooping, and turned away from the window.
A luxury suite in a certain five-star hotel.
Inside the room, a woman in a silk camisole nightgown with a cashmere shawl draped over it, barefoot, paced back and forth on the carpet as if playing a piano.
Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell startled her.
The woman’s body paused slightly, she raised her face and looked toward the door.
When the doorbell rang again, the woman walked toward the door, her slender body pressed against the door panel, "Who is it?"
There was no sound from outside for a while.
"Customer service?" the woman asked again.
"It’s me." A deep and resonant male voice suddenly came through the door panel.
The woman’s expression paused for a moment, then a deep joy spread over her charming face as she immediately grabbed the door handle and opened the door, "Mo Chen..."
The woman’s voice, full of delight, halted abruptly when she saw Gu Yan next to Rong Mochen, "Gu Yan..."
Gu Yan nodded to her.
Gu Yan, who couldn’t help but flirt with pretty women, was unusually serious now.
Tang Ruan tightened the shawl on her shoulders and looked back at Rong Mochen.
The man, in his usual black coat paired with a tight-fitting suit, had an expression as cold as ice with not a hint of warmth, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose, yet it did not diminish the intimidating aura in his dark eyes one bit.
Looking through the glasses into the man’s eyes, the expression on Tang Ruan’s face was very gentle, "Mo Chen, how did you know I live here?"
"I’ll say a few words and leave." Rong Mochen walked past her into the room.
Tang Ruan watched his straight back, a bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart, she looked at Gu Yan and asked, "What happened?"
Gu Yan shrugged indicating he didn’t know, and followed Rong Mochen inside.
Tang Ruan lightly frowned, closed the door, and went inside.
She softly said to Rong Mochen who was already seated on the sofa, "I’ll go change first."
Rong Mochen did not look at her nor did he speak.
Tang Ruan’s eyes twitched as the corners of her mouth formed a look of loneliness, and she walked into the inner bedroom.
When she came out again, Tang Ruan, dressed in a simple white shirt and long skirt, her hair tied up to her waist, and only a soft orange lipstick on, without makeup.
She looked very homely and every bit a woman!
"What would you like to drink?" Tang Ruan asked Rong Mochen and Gu Yan.
Rong Mochen didn’t speak.
Gu Yan had to say, "We’ll be leaving soon, no need to drink anything."
Tang Ruan pressed her lips together, sat on the sofa opposite the two, gently clasped her hands on her lap, looking at Rong Mochen, "Mo Chen, what do you want to say?"
Rong Mochen raised his deep black eyes, which seemed electrified, making one tense as soon as they glanced at them.
Tang Ruan moved her lips, her hands clenching on her lap, "Mo Chen, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Was last night’s car accident your doing?"
Rong Mochen, legs crossed, leaned languidly against the back of the sofa, but his icy-cold gaze at the shocked Tang Ruan was anything but lenient.
"..." Tang Ruan was bewildered, "Car accident? What car accident?"
"If it wasn’t confirmed, I wouldn’t have come to find you!" Rong Mochen spoke in a cold voice.
Tang Ruan, due to tension, leaned her upper body forward, looked pitifully at Rong Mochen with red eyes, choked, "I stayed in the hotel all night last night and didn’t go anywhere. I don’t even know what car accident you’re talking about, on what basis do you assume it’s me?"
Rong Mochen stared at Tang Ruan’s innocent face, his voice indifferent, "The person involved is just outside the hotel, should I bring them in to confront you?"
"..."
Tang Ruan’s heart trembled, her eyes quickly flashed with panic, "Involved person, what involved person? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Mo Chen, who exactly was in the car accident?"
"I thought losing a child had taught you a lesson, but apparently, it hasn’t." Rong Mochen’s dark eyes clouded, coldly tugged his lips and said.
Tang Ruan looked at Rong Mochen’s relentless, cold face, the color drained from her face, her eyes reddened, her voice trembled, "Mo Chen, what do you mean? My child, my child..."
She always thought her child’s loss was because of her own negligence...
Tang Ruan’s slender shoulders uncontrollably trembled violently, tears continuously streamed down her face, her voice suddenly turned hoarse, "Mo Chen, tell me this isn’t true, you wouldn’t be this cruel to me, would you?"
Rong Mochen remained unmoved, every line on his face etched with indifference, "Cruel? I’ve regretted being too kind to you every single day for the past four years!"