Chapter 201: Chapter 197: Little Mo, I Like It When You Call My Name 2
Hearing the footsteps, Rong Mochen’s face showed no hint of emotion and gently moved his thin lips away from Xixi’s nose, as if such an action was as natural as could be. He lifted his eyes lightly and looked at Jin Jumo coming out of the bathroom.
Jin Jumo quickly lowered her gaze, holding Hanhan as she walked over, bypassed the bed, and placed Hanhan next to Xixi, covering both with the quilt.
As she stood up, the corner of her eye caught Hanhan staring at her with big eyes. A soft smile spread across her lips as she lowered her head, kissed his brow, and gently stroked his little head, "Good night, baby."
A blush crept across Hanhan’s small face. He couldn’t help but glance at Rong Mochen, and when he saw Rong Mochen looking at him, his little face immediately turned serious and solemnly closed his eyes.
Rong Mochen noticed, narrowing his dark eyes slightly.
Xixi and Hanhan were sleepy, and once they lay down on the bed, they soon fell into a deep sleep.
Soon, the room was filled with their unusually synchronized, long breaths.
Jin Jumo sat by the bedside, her neck slightly lowered, quietly and gently watching the sleeping Xixi and Hanhan.
The crystal chandelier cast a pure white light, softly enveloping Jin Jumo.
Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo at that moment, his heart wrapped layer by layer in soft silk, his dark eyes staring at her, inch by inch, burning hot.
The sidelong glance was too intense for Jin Jumo to ignore.
Frowning slightly, Jin Jumo lifted her eyelids, moving her gaze away from Xixi and Hanhan, and calmly looked at Rong Mochen.
Suddenly, Rong Mochen got up, crossed the distance to Jin Jumo in a few long strides, wrapped his long leg around her waist, and pulled her off the bed, lowering his head to capture her lips.
All his actions were swift and fluid, leaving Jin Jumo no room to resist or escape.
The two bodies pressed closely together, able to clearly sense every tiny change between them.
Jin Jumo’s ears burned hot, her lips trembled endlessly, her voice quivering as if it would shatter with a gust of wind, "You, you move away."
"Why should I move away?"
Rong Mochen’s voice startled Jin Jumo.
His voice was hoarse beyond belief, like that of someone with a terrible cold.
Her breath paused for half a second, raising her eyes slightly flustered to look at him,
When their eyes met, her heart instantly lurched to her throat.
In his eyes, two blazing fires were unmistakably burning.
Each flame scorched her, as if trying to burn through her.
Jin Jumo instinctively sensed danger, her peach blossom eyes instantly filled with panic. She reached out in a fluster, pushing him awkwardly, stammering, "I, I want to drink water, you, let me go, I’ll get some water..."
Rong Mochen intently stared at her slightly parted red lips, "I want water too."
"I’ll pour it for you," Jin Jumo immediately offered, not realizing the deeper meaning in his words.
Jin Jumo didn’t feel disappointed, letting out a sigh of relief, yet her feelings became complicated and chaotic.
Sitting beside the bed, Jin Jumo looked at Xixi and Hanhan.
She thought after the car accident four years ago, everyone believed Jin Jumo was dead.
Now, with a new identity, she could live again.
Taking care of two young children, the hardships were unspoken, but she took joy in it and felt content.
Everything she had now, she earned through hard work, feeling justified and secure.
Perhaps fate was toying with her, letting him meet her again and see the two children.
Jin Jumo worried if her life from now on would once again be tumultuous.
How could she break away from current circumstances and continue living a peaceful life with her children?
Rong Mochen walked out of the bedroom and onto the balcony in the living room.
Two long fingers held an unlit cigarette, his tall figure standing in front of the balcony railing. Countless stars fell on him, unable to erase the cold and stillness radiating from him.
The vibration of the phone came from the coat pocket on the sofa, breaking the room’s tranquility.
Rong Mochen’s hand tightened around the cigarette, barely noticeable frown appearing on his brows, his toes slightly turning, looking into the living room with indifferent eyes.
Soon, that vibration stopped.
It rang again a few seconds later.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes deepened as he stepped into the living room, took the phone out of his coat pocket, glanced at the phone screen, and answered with an expressionless face.
"Brother Mo Chen, what are you doing?" a woman’s cheerful voice came through the phone.
Rong Mochen flicked the cigarette onto the table by the sofa, his tone giving no hint of emotion, "Do you need something?"
"Can’t I call you for no reason?" the woman feigned annoyance.
Rong Mochen pressed his lips, silent.
Soon, her sigh came through the phone, "Brother Mo Chen, I miss you, that’s why I called."
Rong Mochen lowered his dark lashes, his voice as calm as a pond that never ripples, "It’s late, go to sleep."
"Brother Mo Chen." A woman’s anxious voice came through, "I’m not sleepy yet, will you keep me company and chat for a bit?"
Rong Mochen frowned.
"Brother Mo Chen, are you angry?" Not hearing Rong Mochen speak for a long time, the woman’s somewhat panicked and nervous voice came through the phone.
Rong Mochen was silent for a moment, then said, "Go to sleep."
Then he hung up the phone.
After that, he threw the phone onto the sofa.
He got up and walked towards the bedroom with a cold demeanor.
Behind him, the phone vibrated over and over again.
As Rong Mochen entered the bedroom, he saw Jin Jumo leaning against the bed’s edge beside Hanhan, seemingly asleep already.
The cold indifference in his dark eyes softened. Rong Mochen closed the room door, and with light steps, walked towards the big bed.
After glancing at Xixi and Hanhan, Rong Mochen moved to Jin Jumo’s side and bent down to pick her up.
The light weight in his arms made him frown instantly. He looked down at Jin Jumo, his eyes deep, and gently placed her in the bed space beside Hanhan.
Jin Jumo’s breathing was light, her tiny face, even in sleep, couldn’t shake off the heaviness, her fair brows slightly furrowed, showing an unresolved sorrow between them.
Rong Mochen reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, bent down, and kissed her by her ear, his side profile showing a softness unseen by others.
At seven in the morning, Jin Jumo naturally woke up according to her biological clock.
Opening her eyes, Jin Jumo dazedly stared at the crystal chandelier above her, feeling vaguely that this lamp was different from the one at home.
Something quickly flitted through her mind. Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, and she abruptly sat up in bed.
Breathing slightly hurried, she turned her head to look at Xixi and Hanhan sleeping beside her, feeling a slight relief in her heart.
But in the next moment, her heart tightened sharply due to the weight around her waist.
Swallowing dryly, Jin Jumo slowly turned to the other side, only to instantly fall into a pair of deep, unfathomable dark pools.
Her fingertips trembled and clenched tightly, her face turned slightly pale, her eyes widened as she stared at him.
Rong Mochen seemed to have just awoken at the moment she woke up, not as sharp as usual, his eyes looking at her both gentle and profound.
Rong Mochen’s black, soft eyelashes fluttered, brushing over her tightly pressed red lips, his voice hoarse, "Did you sleep well?"
"..." Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, a hint of regret crossed her face; she had actually fallen asleep here last night, and slept until now, not even knowing how she ended up in the bed.
Rong Mochen noticed the change on Jin Jumo’s face, his dark eyes deepened, his warm lips brushing past her long eyelashes as if unintentionally.
Jin Jumo’s lashes trembled violently, her back stiffened, holding her breath, staring at him with wary peach-blossom eyes.
Rong Mochen’s lips curved slightly, gazing at her intimately in the morning, "Don’t look at me like that, I’m afraid I won’t be able to restrain myself."
Jin Jumo’s ear tips turned crimson, and she furrowed her delicate brows, shifting her gaze in shame and annoyance, her side profile revealing stubborn restraint.
It seemed that Rong Mochen sighed softly by her ear.
Immediately, Jin Jumo felt something soft brush against her cheek.
Then, the tall, heavy body on her left her.
Jin Jumo’s lashes fluttered twice, a look of confusion flickered in her eyes, and she bit her lip, watching the man who had risen and was now standing by the bed.
Rong Mochen looked at her innocent, bewildered little face, his heart softened, and unable to resist, he leaned down and quickly pecked her near the lips, speaking hoarsely, "What do Xixi and Hanhan usually have for breakfast? I’ll have Gu Yan send it over."
Jin Jumo’s brows knitted tightly, "No need, we’ll just buy something casually on the way to send Xixi and Hanhan to kindergarten."
Hearing her speak so casually, Rong Mochen’s pressed lips involuntarily tightened further, he deeply glanced at Jin Jumo, didn’t say anything, and went to the bathroom.
Jin Jumo watched his back disappear into the bathroom, and without hesitation, quickly got up from the bed, seeing her clothes perfectly intact on her body, she let out a sigh of relief.
From the bathroom came the sound of running water, suggesting someone was showering.
Jin Jumo’s eyes quickly scanned something, and she bent down, resolutely pulling Hanhan from the warm covers, dressing him in a jacket while whispering in his ear, "Hanhan, sweetheart, wake up quickly..."
Hanhan frowned irritably, and Jin Jumo was met with all kinds of non-compliance when dressing him, his morning grumpiness through the roof.
Jin Jumo gritted her teeth, "Sweetheart, if you don’t wake up now, we’ll be late. Don’t sleep for now, you can nap in the car later, okay?"
Hanhan huffed open his eyes, his sleepy lids drooping over his knit little brows, staring at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo smiled awkwardly, kissing him on the forehead, "Sorry sweetheart, but Mommy is almost out of time."
Hanhan blinked, his big dark eyes sweeping over the bedroom, finally landing on the bathroom door. A few seconds later, Hanhan’s restless little face had calmed down and he began cooperating with Jin Jumo to get dressed.
After getting Hanhan ready, Jin Jumo didn’t rush to wake Xixi, instead pulling Xixi out of the covers and wrapping her in a coat, taking Hanhan’s hand to head towards the bedroom door.
At the same time, the bathroom door suddenly swung open.
A cold gust suddenly swept over, and Jin Jumo felt a chill crawl up her back, her legs freezing at the doorway.
The heavy footsteps slowly approached from behind, soon, a damp breath pressed against her back.
The chilled breath descended from above, making Jin Jumo feel as if her scalp had turned to ice.