Chapter 256: Chapter 248: Little Mo, I’m Here, Don’t Be Afraid 2
Jin Jumo only felt her eyes becoming more swollen and sore. She blinked and slowly closed them.
Rong Mochen kissed her eyelids again.
He wrapped the coat tighter around her body before carefully placing her back on the bed.
When those ghostly and cold black eyes swept over everyone, they all swallowed and stepped back unconsciously.
Rong Mochen’s lips curved into a cold sneer, his black eyes blood-red like the most brutal beast in the world.
Brother Leopard saw Rong Mochen stand up and walk directly towards him.
His heart pounded fiercely, yet he managed to maintain a semblance of calm on his face, "I didn’t know she was President Rong’s person."
Rong Mochen seemed not to hear. He approached and kicked Brother Leopard hard in the chest.
Brother Leopard cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, and the next moment, his throat was crushed under the man’s expensive leather shoe.
Brother Leopard gripped Rong Mochen’s foot in agony, his entire body trembling violently as he begged for mercy, "President Rong, President Rong, please spare me this time. I really, truly didn’t know she was President Rong’s person."
Rong Mochen’s gaze and facial lines were filled with indifference, and he applied more pressure with his foot.
"Pfft..." Brother Leopard spat out blood instantly and couldn’t say another word.
Seeing this, everyone present shivered with fear, sweat trickling down their backs as they stared timidly at Rong Mochen’s blood-stained shoe.
Xiao Nanqing stood at the door, his shadowed eyes glancing over Jin Jumo before fixating on the severely injured Shi Yu, his expression somber.
Shi Yu saw Rong Mochen’s actions and merely furrowed his brows, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
He sensed a strong gaze lingering on him for a long time.
Shi Yu lightly bit his injured lip, turned, and looked at Xiao Nanqing.
When his gaze landed on Xiao Nanqing’s face, a flash of astonishment appeared.
This man had a face more beautiful than a woman’s, yet it lacked any feminine softness, instead exuding an indescribable toughness and aura.
Xiao Nanqing’s face was cold and commanding. As Shi Yu looked at him, he turned his eyes away.
Shi Yu raised his eyebrows in slight confusion, then also looked away.
It wasn’t until Brother Leopard was barely clinging to life that Lei Yicheng stepped forward, patting Rong Mochen on the shoulder, "That’s enough. Leave the rest to me. Killing someone like this doesn’t require you to do it yourself."
Rong Mochen tightly pressed his thin lips together, withdrew his foot, turned to Jin Jumo, and picked her up from the bed. As he left, he said to Gu Yan, "Take Mu Yan’s friend to the hospital."
Gu Yan paused for a moment, then instinctively glanced at Xiao Nanqing before walking up to Shi Yu, "Can you walk?"
Shi Yu nodded and, enduring the pain, headed for the door.
Gu Yan noticed that with each step Shi Yu took, the wounds on his leg spewed blood. He twitched his mouth, preparing to offer support when, surprisingly, the notoriously clean-freak Xiao Nanqing voluntarily grasped Shi Yu’s arm.
Both Gu Yan and Shi Yu were stunned.
Xiao Nanqing narrowed his eyes, silently observing Shi Yu.
Shi Yu assumed it was out of goodwill, giving him a friendly nod, "Thank you."
Xiao Nanqing smirked darkly and led him out of the room wordlessly.
As Rong Mochen and Xiao Nanqing stepped out the door, they heard ghostly wails echoing from the room behind them.
Jin Jumo, firmly held in Rong Mochen’s arms, shuddered slightly.
Rong Mochen frowned, quickly tightened his grip, and hastened his pace, leaving the small motel.
Rong Mochen’s medical research institute.
Ning Wenqing injected the antidote into Jin Jumo’s body, "Miss Jin should recover in about half an hour."
Rong Mochen’s brows remained tightly furrowed. When Ning Wenqing finished speaking, he lifted his cool black eyes and silently looked at Ning Wenqing.
Ning Wenqing sighed and tossed the syringe into the trash before looking at Rong Mochen, "Miss Jin ingested an oral sedative. This sedative takes a few minutes longer to work than typical ones. Once inhaled into the stomach, it weakens the limbs and fogs the brain, but doesn’t induce unconsciousness. Generally, without the antidote, it takes at least until the next day to fully recover one’s energy and strength."
Rong Mochen clenched his fist but quickly relaxed it. His face remained icy, devoid of other emotions, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ning."
Ning Wenqing did not inquire why Jin Jumo had been drugged, merely nodded and left.
Rong Mochen stood by Jin Jumo’s hospital bed, head bowed, his heavy black eyes fixed on her pale face and her tightly furrowed fine brows.
"He’s been taken to the hospital, severely injured, needs hospitalization." Xiao Nanqing’s cold voice floated in from the door.
"Tell the hospital to use the best medicine," Rong Mochen said without looking up.
"You don’t need to specifically tell me that. He’s Yanyan’s friend, I’m responsible," Xiao Nanqing said, his voice suddenly carrying a hint of menace.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, looking up at Xiao Nanqing.
Xiao Nanqing’s beautiful face bore traces of cold arrogance as he squinted at Jin Jumo on the bed, "How is she?"
Rong Mochen’s black eyes turned violent, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, "Drugged."
Xiao Nanqing sneered, "Someone must have a death wish!"
Rong Mochen remained silent, his expression shadowed.
Xiao Nanqing’s brow furrowed with annoyance, but seeing this, he said nothing else.
In less than half an hour, Jin Jumo was able to move her limbs.
Rong Mochen gently supported her waist, helping her sit up in bed, his black eyes intensely fixed on her still pale profile, "Who did you meet today?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes reddened abruptly, looking at him without speaking.
Rong Mochen felt a twinge of pain in his heart, gently rubbing her hair, allowing her to lean into his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss her hair softly, "Did I scare you?"
Jin Jumo clenched her fists, her voice unexpectedly hoarse as she spoke, "How did you find me?"
"Mu Yan’s friend happened to see you being taken away and informed Mu Yan," Rong Mochen said quietly.
Jin Jumo’s charming eyes shifted slightly, she glanced at Xiao Nanqing leaning against the door frame and pursed her lips, "Is he badly hurt?"
"Hmm."
"I want to see him and thank him in person," Jin Jumo said.
"Don’t tire yourself out tonight." Before Rong Mochen could speak, Xiao Nanqing’s cold voice came over.
Jin Jumo frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Nanqing.
Xiao Nanqing squinted, making it difficult for anyone to see through his emotions, "The hospital sent a message, he’s been given anesthesia and is already asleep, he won’t wake up for a while."
Jin Jumo slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at Rong Mochen, "Take me home. Mu Yan and the kids must be worried about me."
Rong Mochen nodded lightly, and as Jin Jumo stretched out a leg to get out of bed, he easily picked her up.
Jin Jumo’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she said to him, "I can walk on my own."
Rong Mochen glanced at her and said nothing, carrying her out of the ward.
Seeing this, Jin Jumo sighed softly in her heart.
After a roundabout trip, they returned to the apartment late at night.
Xixi couldn’t hold on and fell asleep in Mu Yan’s arms, her long eyelashes moist.
Jin Jumo looked down, kissed Xixi, then looked up at Mu Yan and smiled, "You must have been worried sick, right?"
As soon as Jin Jumo finished speaking, Mu Yan burst into tears and said in a hoarse voice, "I was scared to death."
Jin Jumo smiled and reached out to wipe her tears, "It’s all fine now, still crying?"
"I was scared," Mu Yan said, sniffling.
Jin Jumo gently stroked her hair again, then looked down at Hanhan, who was leaning against her leg, his eyes slightly red. She crouched down a bit and picked him up.
But her arm strength hadn’t fully recovered yet, so Jin Jumo held him with difficulty, forcing herself to hold on.
Hanhan seemed to notice Jin Jumo’s restraint, so he hugged her neck tightly with his chubby arms to ease the burden.
His large dark eyes still had a hint of redness.
Jin Jumo pressed her forehead against Hanhan’s and kissed his little face, saying nothing at all.
Because at this moment, she couldn’t find any words to describe her heartache and guilt.
It was her who didn’t protect herself, causing her two young treasures to worry and be afraid.
Hanhan pouted, his eyes tearing up as he nestled into Jin Jumo’s neck.
Jin Jumo’s throat tightened, and she took a deep breath, "It won’t happen again."
This will be the first and only time, never a next.
The fantasies about Liang Yi, at this moment, were completely excised from Jin Jumo’s being.
With Jin Jumo safely back, Hanhan finally felt at ease and fell asleep.
Jin Jumo and Mu Yan returned Xixi and Hanhan to their rooms to rest.
After coming out of the room, Mu Yan couldn’t wait to take out her phone from her bag and dialed a number.
Jin Jumo saw it, blinked lightly, and stepped forward to grasp Mu Yan’s wrist holding the phone.
Mu Yan was startled, looking at Jin Jumo in confusion.
Jin Jumo took her hand off from her ear, her eyes carrying an apology, "Little Yan, I’m sorry."
"...Sister Jin," Mu Yan became even more confused.
Jin Jumo tightened her grip on her wrist, "Shi Yu got seriously injured saving me."
Mu Yan’s face turned pale, "Serious, serious injury?"
"I’m not very clear on the details... sorry, Little Yan."
Mu Yan’s bright eyes filled with panic as she pushed Jin Jumo’s hand away and rushed out.
"Little Yan."
Jin Jumo exclaimed in shock, wanting to chase her.
But someone moved faster than she did.
Jin Jumo glanced at Xiao Nanqing’s side face as he leaped out, cold and fierce, making her heart sink a little.
"Don’t worry." Her waist was embraced from behind, and a soft, low masculine voice whispered in her ear.
Jin Jumo’s long lashes trembled slightly as she looked up at the deeply carved handsome face above her.
Rong Mochen propped a hand behind Jin Jumo’s head, his dark eyes absorbing her like a vortex, "Nan Qing knows what he’s doing."
Jin Jumo frowned slightly, finding the statement less than convincing.
Rong Mochen gazed deeply at Jin Jumo’s pale little face, his calloused thumb caressing her cheek, his voice slightly heavy, "Why is your face still so cold?"
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, and she pulled away from him, "I’ll go take a shower."
"I’ll join you," Rong Mochen said, almost instinctively and without thinking, out of concern.
"..." Jin Jumo stared at him strangely.
Rong Mochen’s brow twitched lightly, perhaps realizing the inappropriateness of his words.
However, no trace of embarrassment was shown on his icy face.
Jin Jumo pursed her lips, "It’s late, you should sleep first."
Rong Mochen watched her.
Jin Jumo paused for a moment, then turned and walked to the bathroom.
Rong Mochen stared at her slender, frail figure as she walked into the bathroom, and his heart began to ache in a slow and persistent throb.