Chapter 137: Chapter 134: Mr. Rong, Can’t You Think More Positively? (4)
Rong Mochen looked at her plain face, his eyes deepening, "You asked me to get the blankets just so I could use them to sleep?"
"What else?" Jin Jumo blinked. "The sofa in the ward is quite hard, and I’m afraid you won’t sleep well, so it’s better to lay something on it. Plus, you gave me your coat, and if I give it back to you, you’ll definitely say I’m being fussy, so I might as well take two blankets, one to lay on and one to cover. But the sofa is still a bit short, you’re so tall, you might have to curl up a bit uncomfortably."
Jin Jumo glanced at the air conditioner’s temperature. "I’ve already turned it to the maximum, so it shouldn’t be cold when you sleep."
Looking at Jin Jumo’s serious little face and hearing her slightly long-winded chatter, Rong Mochen’s cold gaze gradually softened bit by bit.
Staring quietly at Jin Jumo, Rong Mochen slightly curled his lips, murmuring, "What a nagging little old lady!"
"..." Jin Jumo was almost choked by this "little old lady" comment!
Drawing her eyebrow corner, Jin Jumo glared at Rong Mochen in annoyance, muttering, "No good deeds go unpunished."
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow lightly, walked towards her, and gently pulled her into his arms, holding her soft and boneless body with ease.
Jin Jumo was a bit dumbfounded, her face stiff against his chest, she whispered, "Mr. Rong, what are you doing?"
Rong Mochen said nothing, just holding her quietly, his large hand stroking her smooth long hair on her back.
Maybe it was because moments like these were too rare, Jin Jumo couldn’t quite handle it, especially her heart, which was beating at a rate beyond her control.
Taking a deep breath, Jin Jumo slightly panickedly pushed him away, her long lashes fluttering rapidly, she quickly said, "Mr. Rong, you should rest first, I’ll go check on Grandpa."
Rong Mochen lowered his gaze, observing her avoiding, flustered face, his black eyes slightly narrowing, he said nothing as he let her go.
Jin Jumo walked to Jin Jiancheng’s bedside, her back to Rong Mochen, reaching to press her wildly beating left heart, her small face inevitably showing some melancholy and anxiety.
When Jin Jumo woke up, she found herself lying on the sofa she had set up for someone, covered with a blanket and that coat, a little dazed.
"Boss Rong, this is really meaningless, you can’t just burn the bridge after crossing it. It’s already 6:30 in the morning, and with one call from you, I got up and brought you breakfast, and now you’re saying I can’t even sit inside?"
Hearing the voice coming from outside the door, Jin Jumo confusedly sat up from the sofa, curiously staring at the room door.
"It’s inconvenient," Rong Mochen’s indifferent voice sounded.
"Boss Rong, I just wanted to come in and see Little Mo Mo’s grandpa, after all, Little Mo Mo is my friend now, right? As a friend, it’s only natural to visit her grandpa. Why is it inconvenient?"
Little Mo Mo...
Jin Jumo’s mouth twitched. The only person who would call her that disgustingly would be Gu Yan.
Raising an eyebrow, Jin Jumo lifted the blanket off her and got up, smoothing her hair with her hand, heading towards the door.
"When did she become your friend?" Rong Mochen’s cold voice said.
"... Boss Rong, now you’re making me unhappy, Little Mo Mo and I are definitely friends... Little Mo Mo, are we friends?"
As Gu Yan spoke, he saw Jin Jumo open the door and come out, his eyes brightening, looking at Jin Jumo as if she was a ray of light.
Rong Mochen, however, frowned slightly, turning sideways to look at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo glanced at the elaborately packaged food box in his hand, instantly losing any desire to even look at Gu Yan, craving, "What is it?"
Rong Mochen saw Jin Jumo staring intently at the breakfast in his hand, the wrinkles between his eyebrows involuntarily relaxing, his lips curling, "Breakfast from the Vegetarian Restaurant."
Jin Jumo was delighted, looking up at Rong Mochen with eager eyes.
Rong Mochen’s black eyes carried a slight smile, reaching out to pat her slightly fluffy hair from just waking up, saying, "Brought it for you, go ahead and eat."
"Thank you!" Jin Jumo accepted it without hesitation, turning and heading into the ward.
"..." Gu Yan was dumbfounded, his face turning a bit green, stretching out his neck to glare at Jin Jumo, "Little Mo Mo, I bought that!"
Jin Jumo turned back and smiled at him, "Thank you too!"
Gu Yan, with that smile from Jin Jumo, any temper gone, grinned cheekily and was about to go in, "No worries, bought it just for you, hey, Boss Rong, what are you doing? Don’t stop me, I..."
"Gu Yan!" Rong Mochen furrowed his brows tightly, shouting in a low voice.
"..." Gu Yan’s back stiffened, immediately behaving like a student in the face of an angry Rong Mochen, his mouth pouting, looking at him obediently, afraid he might get punished.
Rong Mochen glanced at him, then turned and walked into the ward, kicking the door shut as he did so.
"..."
"..." Gu Yan stood there with a pouting mouth, staring at this cold, unfeeling door, suddenly feeling like his whole life was a tragedy, so he felt it was very necessary to find a good place to have a proper cry now.
Jin Jumo placed the lunchbox on the table in front of the sofa, turned around and saw that only Rong Mochen was there, and asked as she walked to the bathroom, "Where’s Gu Yan? Why didn’t he come in?"
"Too noisy." Rong Mochen replied succinctly with two words.
Jin Jumo was just asking casually, and since he said that, she didn’t press further and quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up.
She walked to the table and couldn’t wait to open the lunchbox one by one.
There was lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, sweet soup dumplings, enoki mushroom meat rolls, mushroom soup, and a few side dishes. The lunchbox was insulated, and once opened, hot steam and aroma wafted toward her.
Jin Jumo beamed with joy, grabbed a soup dumpling and popped it into her mouth. As her teeth gently bit down, the warm sweet filling oozed out from the thin dumpling skin, making her whole heart feel sweet.
"...Hmm, phew, so hot, so sweet. Mr. Rong, you have some too." Jin Jumo swallowed and finally had room to speak, telling Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen watched her face turn a rosy red from eating, her little mouth also reddened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Is it good?"
"Mm-hmm, it’s delicious." Jin Jumo said, squatting directly in front of the table, opened the box of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, and started eating spoonful after spoonful, looking as if she was starved.
Well, she should be hungry, having not eaten much for more than half a month, eating a bit and then throwing up. Finally able to eat, having an appetite, and coming across such delicious food, she was, of course, going to eat more to make up for the little she had eaten in the past half month.
Rong Mochen watched her squatting on the ground, frowned slightly, "Little Mo, sit up and eat."
Jin Jumo glanced at him, her clear black and white eyes passing over his serious frown, obediently getting up and sitting beside him.
Rong Mochen’s frown eased, and he looked at her eating with gentle eyes.
Jin Jumo initially didn’t think much of it, but as she ate, she felt something was off. Holding the porridge with both hands, she looked at Rong Mochen strangely and whispered, "Mr. Rong, why aren’t you eating?"
Rong Mochen glanced at the food on the table and said blandly, "I don’t have the habit of eating breakfast."
"How can that be, it’s not good for the stomach." Jin Jumo blinked, put the porridge on the table, and without thinking any taboos, grabbed a soup dumpling with her soft white fingertips and handed it to Rong Mochen’s mouth, "Mr. Rong, try it, it’s really good."
Rong Mochen looked at the soup dumpling she handed to him, the skin thin and white, steaming hot, a clear sweetness seeping from the filling, making one’s mouth water, but the one tempted wasn’t Rong Mochen, but Jin Jumo, who was handing the soup dumpling to him.
Jin Jumo’s big black eyes were staring eagerly at the soup dumpling, somewhat anxious because she’d been holding it out for quite a while, yet someone was not opening his mouth. She almost wanted to take it back and eat it herself.
"Mr. Rong, will you have one?" Jin Jumo spoke softly, her gentle voice with a hint of coaxing.
Rong Mochen pursed his thin lips, his dark eyes flashed with hesitation, "I, um..."
But as soon as Rong Mochen opened his lips, the fragrant soup dumpling was forcibly stuffed in by Jin Jumo.
Rong Mochen’s expression was clearly stunned, his deep black eyes a bit surprised, apparently not expecting Jin Jumo to have the courage to stuff something into his mouth!
Jin Jumo seemed oblivious to his surprise, quickly grabbing another dumpling and feeding it into her own mouth, her beautiful eyes squinting in delight as if she was having something extraordinary.
Rong Mochen’s mouth twitched, the tip of his tongue resisted pushing the dumpling out past his lips, but later, for some reason, he brought it back in, chewing it slowly.
The savory but not greasy soup stimulated his taste buds. Rong Mochen lightly frowned but still slowly swallowed it down.
Jin Jumo seemed not to be watching Rong Mochen, but her heart was pounding anxiously, her eyes carefully glancing at him.
After stuffing the dumpling into his mouth, she regretted it.
She even wondered if what she ate just now wasn’t a dumpling but the gall of a lion, daring to mess with such a formidable figure. Either she didn’t want to live anymore or she was just plain stupid!
Seeing him enduring and eventually swallowing the dumpling, Jin Jumo suddenly felt guilty!
"I don’t eat sweet things." Rong Mochen suddenly said.
"..." Jin Jumo was first stunned, then her face stiffened, staring at him blankly, "I, I didn’t know."
Rong Mochen turned his deep dark eyes to her, quietly staring at Jin Jumo, "Mm, just don’t do it again next time."
"..." Jin Jumo’s chest shook slightly, her mouth twisted in a surprised and somewhat unnatural smile, "Of course, of course, there won’t be a next time."
He was actually this easygoing?
Jin Jumo tightly pressed her lips, slowly turned her head, still incredulously peeking at him out of the corner of her eye.
Her mouth was full of rich sweetness. It was evident that Rong Mochen was not too accustomed. He sat firmly on the sofa for a few seconds before suddenly standing up, slightly frowning as he went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.
"..." Jin Jumo watched him walk into the bathroom, her mouth twitching somewhat dejectedly.
After finishing breakfast and cleaning up the leftovers on the table, Jin Jumo checked the time, finding it was almost eight-thirty. She then looked at Rong Mochen, who was sitting on the sofa browsing financial news on his phone, "Mr. Rong, are you going to the company?"