Chapter 186: Chapter 183: Little Mo, Let’s Start Over 1
"..."
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered more fiercely.
"I don’t need a month, I can tell you the answer now, it’s impossible!"
A cold, stern voice was thrown over from the doorway.
Jin Jumo’s eyes trembled violently, hurriedly breaking away from Rong Mochen’s tightly pressed lips, opening her lips slightly, looking toward Ying Jingyao, who appeared at the door with a handsome but angry face.
Ying Jingyao held a mobile phone in one hand, tightly clenching the other, his moist eyes locked onto Jin Jumo’s gently quivering lips, a flash of blood soared through his dark pupils, his long and lean body tensed to the point of trembling, teeth clenched, his voice hoarsely shouting, "Ye Xiao is my woman, has nothing to do with you, Rong Mochen. You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."
"Your woman?"
Rong Mochen sneered, his chiseled features fierce, slightly tilting his head to look at Ying Jingyao, "Did I agree?"
The blood rushed to Ying Jingyao’s face, anger turning into a sneer, "Xiao Xiao is an independent person, not anyone’s accessory, she has the right to decide who to be with, does she need your agreement?"
"She is the fiancée whom I, Rong Mochen, publicly acknowledged. As long as our engagement isn’t dissolved, she is my woman! Is Young Master Ying sure he wants to meddle?" Rong Mochen retorted, his tone sarcastically cold.
"She is Ye Xiao, not..."
"Not what?" Rong Mochen snorted coldly.
Ying Jingyao’s handsome face was taut, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Rong Mochen narrowed his eyes, staring at Ying Jingyao’s blood-red eyes, "Young Master Ying has been the good guy for four years, is it thrilling?"
"..." Ying Jingyao’s expression changed slightly, his clear eyes flashing something quickly, frowning while looking at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo frowned slightly, her tone cold, "I’m tired."
Rong Mochen gently furrowed his brows, lowering his eyes to look at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo looked at no one, pulled her hand out of Rong Mochen’s hold, and turned her head to the other side of the bed.
Rong Mochen tightened his fist, pursed his thin lips, glanced at Ying Jingyao, and said nothing, seemingly not planning to leave either.
Ying Jingyao held back the anger in his chest, his gentle face somewhat displeased, walking to sit by the sofa, looking at the documents on the table, then at the phone in his hand, his brows suddenly jumped, two long eyebrows deeply pressed, then he coldly tugged the corner of his mouth.
Early in the morning, the hospital room was split into two major camps, confronting each other in silence.
Rong Mochen sat calmly on the chair closest to Jin Jumo, behind him stood Gu Yan, who came early to deliver breakfast.
Ying Jingyao still sat on the sofa, the documents in front of him unmoved, his hands placed on his knees, his beautiful face expressionless, sternly staring at Rong Mochen.
This morning Ruan Chen was originally here to get the documents Ying Jingyao had processed, only to find he hadn’t processed them at all and had instead encountered the legendary ruthless president of the Rong Family in the business world.
Seeing the injuries on both their faces were astonishingly similar, Ruan Chen roughly understood what happened.
Originally not wanting to meddle in the affairs of two men, but then Gu Yan came, making Rong Mochen’s side instantly two people, while Ying Jingyao was alone.
Ruan Chen thought if he left, and the two sides clashed, with violence breaking out, two against one, Ying Jingyao might be at a disadvantage, so he stayed.
Gu Yan’s face showed no expression, but his mind was racing with little calculations.
Before, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t pry the truth of the "beating" from Rong Mochen’s mouth. Now seeing Jin Jumo lying in bed and Ying Jingyao’s injuries, he instantly understood everything.
Gu Yan placed the meal box on the bedside table, glancing at Jin Jumo on the bed with the corner of his eye.
Not knowing if she was awake, anyway, she made no movements.
"Xiao Xiao..."
A soft and adorable little voice sprinkled in from the door with wonder.
Hearing this voice, Gu Yan’s eyes lit up, and his gaze swished to the doorway.
Xixi was dressed as an elegant sister by Jian Liangtong today.
Her long, soft black hair was tied into a bun, with all the bangs tied up, her tender white little face completely exposed.
Her eyes were big and black, eyelashes dense and long, the pupils lively and turning in the room, her small nose cute and perky, her pink little mouth gently pursed, like crystal clear jelly.
The upper body wore a white shirt matched with a red sweater and black leather jacket, her chubby short legs in little leather boots and pants, a fat little hand on the door panel, back of the hand adorned with "dimples", her small fingers short and tender, making one want to bite!
Gu Yan’s eyes glowed green, the aura Xixi emitted upon seeing him was like that of a creepy uncle.
Xixi scanned the room, finally locking her eyes on Rong Mochen, and never moved them again.
Rong Mochen’s heart melted, his coldly pressed thin lips lifted slightly into a curve, his black eyes softly gazing at Xixi.
Xixi’s two beautiful big eyes instantly curved into crescents, her chubby little legs moving straight towards him, "Uncle..."
"Little Xixi..."
As soon as Xixi’s "Uncle" left her lips, Gu Yan sprang out monkey-like from behind Rong Mochen.
Xixi was startled, her big eyes landing on Gu Yan, her small body trembled fiercely, she turned her head and ran towards the door, shouting with a quivering little voice, "Brother, brother..."
Hanhan stood at the door, hugging the rushing Xixi, frowning as he looked at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan stood blankly in place, staring at Xixi with infatuated eyes.
Hanhan shook his head speechlessly, took Xixi’s little hand, and automatically ignored Rong Mochen, looking towards Ying Jingyao and Ruan Chen, "Uncle Ying, Uncle Ruan."
Ying Jingyao looked at Hanhan, the coldness on his face softened, and he got up and walked towards the two little ones.
Ruan Chen glanced towards the door, but did not see Jian Liangtong and Jian Chenghao, his eyes filled with doubt.
Gu Yan saw Xixi being picked up by Ying Jingyao, and Xixi didn’t cry or fuss, obediently wrapping her hands around his neck, which made him feel uncomfortable all of a sudden. He glared fiercely at Ying Jingyao, quietly adding him to his list of least favored people.
Xixi was being held by Ying Jingyao, but her eyes lingered on Rong Mochen, and after a while, shifted to Jin Jumo on the bed, whispered, "Why is Xiao Xiao ignoring me?"
"..." Ying Jingyao was stunned, looking at the still motionless Jin Jumo on the bed, his heart shouted out in alarm, he quickly put down Xixi intending to rush over.
However, someone was faster than him.
His heart tightened, Rong Mochen turned around to glare at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan was startled, realizing, he quickly rushed out to call for a doctor.
Rong Mochen carefully turned Jin Jumo around, his arm avoiding her broken spine, holding her behind the shoulders.
When Jin Jumo’s face was exposed in front of Rong Mochen, his heart seemed to be grabbed fiercely by someone, and his breathing became tight.
Jin Jumo’s face looked as if it had been steamed with high heat in a steamer, red as if it might catch fire the next moment.
Her breathing was weak, her brows furrowed in discomfort, her small nose twitched slightly, with beads of sweat budding on her nose tip.
Ying Jingyao’s breath stopped for a few seconds, realizing, he suddenly rushed into the bathroom, and when he came out, he held a wet towel.
Walking to the side of the bed, Ying Jingyao was about to place the towel on Jin Jumo’s forehead, his hand just extended, when Rong Mochen turned holding Jin Jumo.
Ying Jingyao’s hand holding the wet towel tightened, staring at Rong Mochen, he suppressed his temper and said, "She has a high fever now and needs to be cooled down!"
Rong Mochen squinted slightly, looking at Jin Jumo’s painful and furrowed small face, his thin lips lightly pressed together, but still did not let Ying Jingyao take action, took the towel from his hand and placed it on Jin Jumo’s forehead.
The veins on Ying Jingyao’s forehead bulged out, his eyes turned red, his hands hanging at his sides clenched tight, using all his strength to refrain from snatching Jin Jumo from Rong Mochen’s arms!
Ruan Chen glanced at Ying Jingyao’s expression on the verge of fury, his brows furrowed slightly unconsciously, stepped forward, and grasped his shoulder heavily!
At a hot drink shop near the hospital.
Jian Chenghao sat on the arc-shaped sofa of the hot drink shop, his legs unable to touch the ground, just swaying in the air, looking at Jian Liangtong calmly sipping her juice opposite him, "Mom, how long are we going to sit here?"
Jian Chenghao did not ask why they obviously reached the door of the ward, yet she didn’t go in, instead, brought him here, and even after drinking three cups of drinks, still had no intention of leaving.
Jian Liangtong bit on her straw, and said clearly, "I don’t know."
A few black lines appeared on Jian Chenghao’s fair forehead.
Soon, Jian Liangtong’s juice reached the bottom again, she sat up straight, called the waiter, and ordered another cup of juice.
The waiter, incredulous, kindly reminded her, "You’ve already had three glasses of juice, are you sure you want more?"
Jian Liangtong pursed her lips, blinked her eyes, and said, "Does your shop have a rule that customers can only drink three glasses of drinks and can’t buy more?"
The waiter’s mouth twitched, silently went to make the juice.
Jian Chenghao lowered his long eyelashes, "Mom, you’re really acting strange now, haven’t you noticed?"
"I’ve noticed I’m strange a long time ago, else how could I have given birth to you?!" Jian Liangtong pinched his little nose.
Jian Chenghao opened his big black eyes looking at Jian Liangtong, and said softly, "Then why did you give birth to me?"
"..."
Jian Liangtong looked at Jian Chenghao’s face which resembled someone else a lot, after a while, she shrugged, lightly said, "Didn’t you say it yourself, I’m not normal. I’m going to the bathroom, do you want to go?"
Jian Chenghao shook his head.
Jian Liangtong got up, kissed his little face, "Be good and wait for mommy here."
Jian Chenghao pursed his little lips, watching Jian Liangtong’s back, his small shoulders drooping powerlessly.
"Thirty-nine point eight degrees! Miss Ye has likely been running a high fever since after midnight, and it lasted until this morning, she’s already confused from the fever, if discovered any later, it might lead to more severe pneumonia." The doctor glanced at the thermometer, speaking to Ying Jingyao, "Was it Professor Ying on duty last night?"
A deep sense of guilt passed through Ying Jingyao’s eyes.
Because Rong Mochen was there in the second half of the night, his entire focus was mostly on him, silently competing, hence he didn’t notice Jin Jumo’s abnormality.
If it wasn’t for Xixi’s words, he probably wouldn’t have discovered it.
The doctor took one look at Ying Jingyao like this, knowing he guessed right, sighed, "Whether Miss Ye’s high fever can break depends on today, Professor Ying please pay close attention, and notify me of any situation promptly."