Chapter 240: Chapter 235: In His Heart, No One Can Compare to Her 2
Perhaps because she saw through it, she once hated.
"Little Mo, I’m sincere."
Jin Jumo was dazed, her eyes innocently looking at Rong Mochen’s profound face.
Rong Mochen reached out and held her thin shoulder, his dark eyes intensely gazing at her, "Remember, in this world now, no one can compare to the place you hold in my heart, including Xixi and Hanhan."
"..." Jin Jumo’s breath suddenly stopped, her heart trembling uncontrollably, "What, what are you saying?"
"I said, you are unique," Rong Mochen declared.
Jin Jumo’s eyes widened, her peach blossom eyes filled with shock and doubt, "Mr. Rong must be too tired, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying."
While speaking, Jin Jumo hurriedly pushed away his hand gripping her shoulder.
Rong Mochen looked at her panic-stricken and repulsed face, his dark eyes steady, he pressed his thin lips together and said nothing more.
Jin Jumo had another sleepless night.
At six in the morning, she dialed Ying Jingyao’s cell phone again.
However, this time, it was the sound of the other party’s phone being turned off.
Perhaps because of the sleepless night, Jin Jumo felt a throbbing pain at both temples.
Past seven o’clock, Jin Jumo went to the bathroom for a simple wash.
Without a change of clothes, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a plain white bathrobe.
There was a soft knock at the bedroom door.
Jin Jumo hesitated for a few seconds, took Xiao Nanqing’s coat left from last night from the hanger to wrap around herself, and walked to the door, "What’s the matter?"
"Little Mo Mo, it’s me, I’ve brought you clothes," Gu Yan said.
Jin Jumo pursed her lips and opened the door a crack.
Gu Yan immediately passed the bag through the door crack, "Xixi and Hanhan’s clothes are at the door."
"Okay." Jin Jumo paused, "Thanks."
"Oh, no need to be polite." Gu Yan chuckled honestly, "Little Mo Mo, I bought breakfast and left it on the table, it’s all things Xixi and Hanhan love to eat."
"Alright." Jin Jumo answered before closing the door.
Jin Jumo went to the bathroom to change, letting her hair, which she had washed while showering, fall from the towel.
Jin Jumo’s hair was very smooth, reaching down to her waist, without any tangles, she could run her fingers through from root to tip.
After casually brushing her hair with her fingers, Jin Jumo walked out of the bathroom.
She glanced at the two little ones who were still sweetly asleep, a trace of tenderness swept across her brow, and she walked out of the bedroom.
Hearing the door open, Gu Yan turned his head to look over.
Jin Jumo appeared in a long white dress, her hair slightly damp, like a fairy before his eyes.
Gu Yan, a looks enthusiast, immediately had his eyes filled with hearts, staring unblinkingly at Jin Jumo.
Although Jin Jumo knew Gu Yan was like this, she couldn’t help but blush slightly under his intense gaze, angrily glaring at him.
Jin Jumo’s glare didn’t make Gu Yan hesitate at all, instead, he became even more infatuated.
Jin Jumo’s eye twitched, she chose to ignore him, so as not to encourage his behavior.
As her gaze moved away from Gu Yan, it landed on the man sitting opposite, deeply watching her, reminding Jin Jumo of what he said last night.
Her heart trembled for a second before calming down.
She walked to the dining area as if nothing had happened.
Watching Jin Jumo’s ethereal and fairy-like figure leave, Gu Yan got up from the sofa with a daze and eagerly followed.
Hearing footsteps following, Jin Jumo turned around slightly puzzled.
She saw Gu Yan grinning at her in an extremely lewd manner...
Jin Jumo couldn’t stand it and rolled her eyes.
"Little Mo Mo..."
Gu Yan acted obliviously and gleefully approached Jin Jumo.
Despite having a baby face, Gu Yan was noticeably over 180 cm tall by estimation.
Standing in front of Jin Jumo, he deliberately bent down, staring directly into her face.
Jin Jumo felt nervous, but a sweet smile appeared on her snow-white face, she said softly to Gu Yan, "Gu Yan..."
"Hmm?" Gu Yan replied tenderly.
"..." Jin Jumo secretly gritted her teeth, smiling, "Could you step back? My hand feels itchy."
Itchy hand?
Gu Yan immediately grabbed both of Jin Jumo’s hands, playfully rubbing them, "Which one is itchy, this one, or this one? Brother will scratch it for you."
Brother...
A certain someone who had just risen from the sofa heard this, his face turned ashen.
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, her smile becoming even more dazzling, "No need to scratch, just let me poke your eyes, that’ll do."
Gu Yan refused to release Jin Jumo’s hands, "Little Mo Mo, why are your hands so smooth, what skincare products do you use?"
"I..."
"Ow!"
Jin Jumo had just opened her mouth when Gu Yan, tracing an arc in the air, was tossed away by a certain someone, landing heavily on the ground.
Jin Jumo tensed up, feeling the impact just by looking!
Gu Yan yelped twice at first and then lay on the ground motionless.
Rong Mochen’s face was dark, without even looking at Gu Yan, he just stared at Jin Jumo’s hands.
Jin Jumo only felt the color in his dark eyes getting heavier and her heart couldn’t help but sink a little.
She didn’t care about Gu Yan anymore and silently turned to walk toward the dining room.
"Get out!" Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo’s back, his voice harsh and low.
Jin Jumo’s back trembled slightly, and she quickened her pace toward the dining room.
Rong Mochen saw this, his lips straight and cold, turning back to glare fiercely at Gu Yan, who was pretending to be dead on the floor, "Get out!"
Gu Yan’s entire body shivered intensely.
He stopped pretending to be dead, shakily supporting his lower back with one hand, groaning as he got up from the floor, not daring to look back, stumbling towards the door step by step.
Once through the door, Gu Yan’s feet seemed to be on wheels, and he disappeared in an instant, running for his life.
Jin Jumo hadn’t slept all night, coupled with a dull headache, so she had little appetite and only drank a small bowl of porridge.
As she put down the bowl, her wrist was caught by the man’s strong hand.
Jin Jumo’s eyelashes trembled, and she looked up at the man.
Rong Mochen pulled her up from her seat, silently leading her towards the living room.
Jin Jumo followed quietly.
Once in the living room, Rong Mochen seated Jin Jumo on the sofa again.
Jin Jumo obliged but her eyes revealed a hint of confusion.
Rong Mochen, like a magician, produced a hair dryer, warm air blowing out from the nozzle.
Jin Jumo was taken aback.
She could only feel a large, clumsy hand rubbing over her head.
Jin Jumo’s hair was already black and shiny, and after being dried, it looked even more delicate as if it was dyed with black sesame.
Rong Mochen turned off the hairdryer, but his large hand lingered, gently stroking Jin Jumo’s long hair back and forth.
Jin Jumo blinked, moved slightly away, and turned sideways to face Rong Mochen, opened her mouth, but couldn’t say anything.
Rong Mochen’s hand fell into empty space and after a while, he retrieved it.
Silent, he placed the hairdryer on the table beside the sofa, stood in place staring at Jin Jumo for a bit, and finally said, "Didn’t rest well?"
"..." Jin Jumo was puzzled, lifting her eyelids to look at him.
Rong Mochen seemed to hesitate slightly before reaching out to gently stroke Jin Jumo’s pale face, "Your complexion is poor, are you unwell or just didn’t rest well?"
Jin Jumo felt slightly scorched by his fingertips, shrinking back as if shocked, shaking her head, "It’s nothing."
"Do you want to go out for a look today?" Rong Mochen asked, staring at her.
Jin Jumo’s expression changed drastically, her long lashes trembling, "No."
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes deepened, "Alright. If you don’t want to go out, then we won’t go out."
Jin Jumo tugged at the corner of her mouth, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the bedroom.
Rong Mochen watched her fleeing back, his thin lips lightly pressed.
"Mommy, where is this place?"
Xixi woke up, dazedly ate, and only after becoming fully awake widened her clear eyes in surprise, asking Jin Jumo.
Hanhan, beside her, wordlessly twitched his mouth.
Her reflex arc was a bit too long!
Jin Jumo’s eyes flashed complexity, lovingly stroking her little face, "This is Z City."
"What kind of place is Z City?" Xixi was puzzled.
"Z City, Z City is Mommy’s hometown," Jin Jumo’s voice was very soft.
Xixi thought for a moment, turned her head to look at Rong Mochen, "Is it also Daddy’s hometown?"
Rong Mochen gently nodded, "It’s also Xixi and Hanhan’s hometown."
Upon hearing this, Xixi frowned slightly and looked at Jin Jumo, "Mommy, you said yesterday you would take me and Brother to the UK to see Hao...
"Xixi." Hearing her mention Jian Chenghao, Jin Jumo sharply interrupted, smiling, "Aren’t you happy to return to Mommy’s hometown?"
Xixi blinked her eyes, staring at Jin Jumo for a long while, then suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, "No, Xixi is very happy."
Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched, affectionately pinching her little nose.
Xixi hopped over to Rong Mochen, hugging his leg, looking up eagerly with her big black eyes, "Daddy, can we live together now?"
Jin Jumo’s expression slightly froze, "..."
Rong Mochen bent down, picked up Xixi, looked at her softly with his dark eyes, "Does Xixi want that?"
"I do, I really do." Xixi looked at him very seriously.
Her grave seriousness made Rong Mochen involuntarily smile, planting a kiss on her fair forehead.
Xixi covered her forehead, delighted yet shy, "Daddy, this is the first time you’ve kissed me."
Rong Mochen felt a pang in his heart, "Is it?"
"Really." Xixi nodded vigorously.
Rong Mochen’s Adam’s apple moved, lightly stroking Xixi’s forehead with his fingertip, huskily saying, "Then Daddy will kiss Xixi every day, okay?"
Xixi shrugged her little shoulders, bit her lip, and nodded shyly.
Feeling delighted, Xixi couldn’t help but seek benefits for her brother, "Then can Daddy also kiss Brother every day?"
Rong Mochen slightly squinted his eyes, his dark gaze soft, looking at Hanhan, whose face was already flushed red but pretended to be indifferent, "As long as Brother is willing, of course Daddy can."
Xixi immediately turned her head, looking at Hanhan, "Brother, are you willing?"
"Busybody!" Hanhan, his face red, glanced at Xixi, then with small hands behind his back walked towards the bedroom.
Xixi, knowing Hanhan best, seeing him like this, whispered secretively into Rong Mochen’s ear, "Daddy, Brother does want to, he’s just shy."