Chapter 130: Chapter 127: I Can Understand 2
"Madam... is it convenient now?" Yu Huihua hesitated, glanced at Rong Mochen, and then looked at Jin Jumo, asking tentatively.
Jin Jumo blushed slightly, resisting the urge to look at Rong Mochen, and nodded gently.
Watching Yu Huihua leave with Jin Jumo, Rong Mochen’s face looked as dark as coal. He extinguished his cigarette heavily in the ashtray and walked out of the master bedroom, heading straight to the study.
Yu Huihua’s room.
Jin Jumo watched Yu Huihua close the door, frowning slightly in surprise, "Aunt Yu, what do you need?"
Yu Huihua walked over to Jin Jumo, seemingly mustering a lot of courage, and after looking at Jin Jumo solemnly said, "Madam, you’re just over three months pregnant. It’s not an absolutely safe period yet, so you must be very careful."
"..." What does that mean?
Jin Jumo was bewildered but still said, "Aunt Yu, I’m not being careless, I’m very cautious."
Seeing Jin Jumo so confused, Yu Huihua blushed slightly with embarrassment, "Madam, that’s not what I mean. I, I mean, you and sir, if you can hold back, it’s better to do so."
Although Yu Huihua’s voice was low in the end, there were only the two of them in the room, close enough for Jin Jumo to hear clearly.
She could almost suspect that the timely knock on the door earlier was actually intentional!
Yu Huihua genuinely liked Jin Jumo, which was undeniable. She sincerely wanted to be good to her. Seeing her like this, she couldn’t help but hold Jin Jumo’s hand, "Madam, your recent lack of appetite, poor mental state, and less than optimistic health condition—it is imperative that nothing goes wrong now. You’re carrying twins, if anything were to happen... wouldn’t it break your heart?"
Upon hearing this, Jin Jumo felt her heart sink. Realizing how serious the situation was, she was suddenly grateful for Yu Huihua’s timely knocks.
Jin Jumo put aside her embarrassment and seriously said to Yu Huihua, "Aunt Yu, thank you for reminding me. My parents passed on early, my grandfather is currently in the hospital, and my friends are young and inexperienced, so no one has told me what I should or shouldn’t do. Now that I’m pregnant, there’s no one around to remind me. I’m lucky to have you."
Yu Huihua felt a pang of heartache upon hearing this, feeling even more compassion for Jin Jumo, and sighed, "Madam, as long as you don’t mind me being just a servant and won’t blame me for meddling."
"Of course not." Jin Jumo couldn’t help but hug Yu Huihua, smiling mischievously, "Aunt Yu, you’re so kind and lovely, I really like you."
Yu Huihua’s heart melted with Jin Jumo’s hug, and she couldn’t help but hug her back, smiling warmly, "Aunt Yu likes you too."
When Jin Jumo returned to the bedroom, Rong Mochen wasn’t there. Thinking he might have gone to the study, she didn’t mind much.
But seeing the slightly wrinkled velvet blanket made her cheeks blush a bit.
Not going to the study, Jin Jumo took a cushion and a book to the balcony.
On the balcony was a light green lazy chair that she had recently sent Yu Huihua and the driver to buy. She liked to curl up in it and read.
Just as Jin Jumo sat on the sofa, she heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. Thinking it was Rong Mochen, she leaned out of the lazy chair and craned her neck to look inside.
"Madam, it’s me." Yu Huihua, holding cleaning tools and freshener, said with a smile, "Sir asked me to tidy up the room, saying he had just smoked and worried the smoke smell might bother you."
Was there a smoke smell?
Jin Jumo blinked. She actually hadn’t paid attention to this detail.
When she used to be with Rong Mochen, he smoked, and he smoked heavily.
Because of him, she had gotten used to that smell.
Though ever since she moved into Jinming Port City, she rarely saw him smoke, and recently it was even less. Most of the time, he just fiddled with the lighter in his hands.
Previously, when going to Tang Yige’s studio, she heard him mention quitting smoking. At the time, she thought it was just banter with Tang Yige, but now it seems he’s genuinely planning to quit?
"Sir has become increasingly considerate and meticulous, knowing that smoking is bad for the fetus and pregnant women. He even specifically asked me to put aside my current tasks to clean the room first," Yu Huihua said with a smile, clearly pleased for Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo rolled her eyes slightly, pretending not to hear anything, and quietly sank back into the lazy chair.
During lunch, Rong Mochen received a phone call. Although his attitude was indifferent, he barely uttered a few words throughout the call and didn’t hang up.
Jin Jumo quietly focused on the white rice in her bowl, knowing she needed to eat more, but with a shadow in her heart fearing she’d vomit, it was tough going.
Suddenly, a phone appeared in front of her.
Jin Jumo was stunned, looking at Rong Mochen suspiciously.
"She’s asking for you," Rong Mochen said calmly.
"Who?" Jin Jumo asked curiously, turning to look at the phone screen. Seeing the name "Tang Yige" displayed, she raised an eyebrow in surprise and took the phone.
"Sister Yi," Jin Jumo said softly, her tone gentle and full of curiosity.
"Momo, do you have time this afternoon?" Tang Yige got straight to the point, her voice straightforward.
"I have plenty of time these days," Jin Jumo replied somewhat self-deprecatingly. Mainly, she felt Tang Yige was straightforward and forthright, so for such a straightforward person, she naturally responded with a straightforward attitude.
Tang Yige gave a charming smile and said, "Come to my studio this afternoon. I’ve been idle recently and made a cheongsam for you. Come try it on, see if it fits."
"Made for me?" Jin Jumo was a bit surprised, a bit flattered.
"Ever since I saw you wearing my clothes last time, I’ve been thinking about making one for you. It’d be a shame if you didn’t wear a cheongsam with that figure. Coming?" Tang Yige seemed to be smoking, her voice suddenly becoming hoarse yet still enchanting, with every tone being captivating!
Jin Jumo cheekily laughed, "I’ll come if it’s free."
"Get out." Tang Yige laughed and cursed, "I was waiting to sell you off, dare not pay and try."
After finishing, Tang Yige hung up the phone.
Even hanging up was as casual as her personality!
Jin Jumo smiled, pursed her lips, and handed the phone to Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen took the phone, "What money?"
"Sister Yi made me a cheongsam and told me to try it out this afternoon. I was joking with her, saying I’d only try it if it was free." Jin Jumo laughed.
Rong Mochen squinted, staring at Jin Jumo’s lovely profile, "You were joking with her?"
"Yeah." Jin Jumo nodded, thinking of something, looked at Rong Mochen, "What’s wrong? Can’t I joke with her?"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, "In Tang Yige’s dictionary, the word ’joke’ doesn’t exist."
"..." Jin Jumo was dumbfounded. Maybe her sudden hang-up earlier was... because she was angry?
After lunch, Jin Jumo kept thinking about that cheongsam, eager to see it in person, but Rong Mochen insisted she take an afternoon nap, otherwise, she wasn’t allowed out the door.
No choice, after all, her arm couldn’t twist her thigh, so Jin Jumo had to take a nap.
Unexpectedly, she slept until four in the afternoon, got up, tidied up quickly, and rushed out. By the time she reached the studio, it was already past five.
Jin Jumo stood at the studio entrance, feeling a bit apprehensive at first, but just as she was about to go in, she vaguely heard the sound of sobbing inside.
Jin Jumo was startled, thinking it was Tang Yige, and hurried inside.
However, the scene she saw was...
Long wavy curls draped over her chest and back, an exquisitely beautiful face with heavy makeup, bright red lips, leaning there lazily, like she stepped out of a painting.
And on the sofa not far from her, a woman in a gray coat was covering her face and weeping, frail shoulders shaking, sobs heart-wrenching, making anyone feel quite sympathetic.
Jin Jumo stood frozen at the door, this situation making her a bit at a loss whether to advance or retreat.
"You’re here." Tang Yige saw Jin Jumo, smiled, and waved her over, "I’ve been waiting for you, come in."
Jin Jumo glanced at the back of the woman on the sofa and walked over to stand beside her, without asking any questions.
Tang Yige looked at Jin Jumo’s face, frowned, "You’ve lost weight."
Jin Jumo was slightly stunned, they had only met once, yet she could immediately tell if she gained or lost weight...
"Eat more, women should have some meat, feels nice for men to touch." Tang Yige said, her expression serious as if they were discussing something grave.
Jin Jumo twitched the corners of her mouth.
Tang Yige saw Jin Jumo’s twitching mouth, reached out and patted her shoulder, "Wait a bit, I have to handle something first."
Jin Jumo glanced at the woman on the sofa and nodded lightly.
When Tang Yige looked at that woman, a faint sneer flashed on her delicate face, one hand wrapped around her snake-like waist, the other resting on her arm, as she walked over, "You’ve been crying here for an hour, anyone would think I died."
"..." Jin Jumo wiped the sweat.
"Alright, stop pretending to cry here, it’s pointless. I know exactly who you are. Even if you cry yourself to death in my studio, nothing’s going to change." Tang Yige said.
The woman’s back stiffened suddenly, she slowly raised her head to look at Tang Yige, face pale, eyes swollen, and that face, wasn’t it... Tang Ruan!
Jin Jumo was secretly shocked, but didn’t show anything on her face.
"Yige, do you hate me so much? Wish I were dead?" Tang Ruan’s voice was hoarse, eyes looking at Tang Yige’s frosty face sorrowfully.
Tang Yige squinted, coldly saying, "If I wished you dead, would you die?"
Tang Ruan’s face suddenly stiffened, tears rolling down instantly, looking at Tang Yige with a heartbroken gaze, voice trembling with emotion, "Yige, for a year now, I’ve been trying to make amends, hoping for your forgiveness, I’ve done everything I could think of, but why are you still like this? Is it just because Sinan chose me in the end, that you don’t even want me, your sister?"
Hearing Rong Sinan’s name from Tang Ruan’s mouth, the blue veins on Tang Yige’s forehead popped out, those enchanting eyes icy cold as they stared at Tang Ruan, "Tang Ruan, you’d better not mention him in front of me!"