Chapter 157: Chapter 154: Little Mo, With Me Here, You Don’t Have to Be Afraid 2
Tang Yige nodded lightly and was then taken away from the cemetery by Lei Yicheng and Gu Yan.
After they left, Huo Shaojun lowered his eyes to look at Jian Liangtong in his arms and did not utter a word to tell her to leave.
Jian Liangtong pinched her fingertips, her small frame standing upright, with big eyes full of concern and worry staring at Jin Jumo, not moving an inch.
Rong Mochen glanced at Huo Shaojun and Jian Liangtong, then said lightly, "You two, leave as well."
Jian Liangtong stubbornly shook her head, "I’ll stay with her."
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, looked back at Jian Liangtong, then turned to Huo Shaojun, "Take her away."
Huo Shaojun’s lips straightened, he looked down at Jian Liangtong and, in a voice lacking his usual dominance and forcefulness, negotiated, "Tongtong, shall we go back first?"
Jian Liangtong still shook her head, her small face firmly set.
Huo Shaojun sighed, directly bending down and carrying her away horizontally.
Jian Liangtong was taken aback and did not react immediately as he carried her far away.
When she came to her senses, she glared at him indignantly, but when her eyes fell on his rain-soaked face, her throat tightened, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
With her eyes slightly reddened, Jian Liangtong bit her lower lip, looking back at the two figures growing smaller in her view until they disappeared. The sour feeling at the tip of her nose lingered for a long time.
When the last sound of a car engine faded into the distance, Jin Jumo’s legs suddenly gave way, and she collapsed against Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s heart clenched, one hand hugging her waist, the other holding his coat over her head, his dark eyes filled with deep tenderness, looking at the fragile woman breathing weakly in his arms.
Jin Jumo’s legs were feeble, her tears seemed to have dried up, her eyes stinging unbearably, yet not a single tear could fall.
Looking at Jin Jiancheng’s loving face, Jin Jumo used all her reason, still unable to believe that he had truly and completely left her!
Jin Jumo closed her eyes, pressed her trembling face into Rong Mochen’s soaked chest, her voice hoarse, "Hold me tight, I beg you..."
"..."
How to describe his mood at this moment?
It felt like swarms of poisonous bees swarming into his heart, their sharp mouths digging fiercely into his heart.
Rong Mochen just felt his heart being crushed by her.
Rong Mochen held her tightly, his thin lips pressing heavily against her temple, "Little Mo, with me here, you have nothing to fear."
"..."
Once, someone had spoken to her in the same way.
Jin Jumo’s heartache threatened to suffocate her, "With Grandpa here, Little Mo is not afraid."
"..." Rong Mochen’s eyes slightly moistened, his face pressed against her cheek, "Little Mo, there’s no need to be afraid."
Jin Jumo gritted her teeth, not allowing a single sound of grief to escape her throat.
After a long time, she slowly raised her head from his arms, looking at his rain-soaked yet still handsome face, "Take me away."
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at Jin Jiancheng’s tombstone, nodded, "Alright, I’ll take you away."
Rong Mochen picked up Jin Jumo and strode towards the exit of the cemetery.
Jin Jumo nestled in his arms, with each step he took forward, her heart felt emptier, and by the time Rong Mochen had finally carried her out of the cemetery, Jin Jumo’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Because of Jin Jiancheng’s sudden passing, the wedding originally scheduled for the twelfth of December had to be postponed, causing a sensation and nationwide attention in Z City. The reason for the sudden delay of the Rong Family’s president’s wedding was a matter of much speculation.
Half a month after Jin Jiancheng’s funeral, Jin Jumo spent most of her time in the hospital, sleeping more, awake less, despite being over six months pregnant, she had lost considerable weight.
On the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month, Jin Jumo was discharged from the hospital, taken back to Jinming Port City by Rong Mochen. Jin Jumo had no objections to this arrangement.
However, while she had none, it did not mean others did not.
The second day after Jin Jumo returned to Jinming Port City, Fang Jingyi, who had never appeared there before, suddenly arrived with Fang Jingting.
At that time, Jin Jumo was sitting on the living room sofa, flipping through a photo album. This album collected every photo taken with her after Jin Jiancheng brought her back from the welfare home.
Fang Jingyi and Fang Jingting arrived aggressively, catching Yu Huihua and the other two little girls off guard, all of them bewildered looking at the two.
Fang Jingyi walked into the living room, and seeing the thin girl on the sofa, she almost didn’t recognize her as Jin Jumo; she had lost so much weight.
A flicker of surprise crossed Fang Jingyi’s eyes but disappeared quickly. She immediately wore a cold expression, raised her eyebrows, and sneered, "Miss Jin’s face is indeed thicker than the city wall by a few degrees."
At these words from Fang Jingyi, Yu Huihua and the other two little girls were all stunned.
Jin Jumo looked at Fang Jingyi’s face, as beautiful as a painted mask, her deep dark eyes flickered with a few red marks. She smiled gently, but the smile was evidently laced with poison, her voice was very light, as if floating up from underground, "I wonder if Ms. Fang has been sleeping well lately?"
"..."
Fang Jingyi was terrified by the sinister expression on her face, her heart went cold, and she forced herself to clench her fists, "What do you mean?"
Jin Jumo’s already small face looked even bigger due to her weight loss, making her eyes appear unusually large. She deliberately widened her eyes to stare at Fang Jingyi, so bright it was hard to look directly at them, "Do you know, Ms. Fang, I’ve been dreaming of my grandfather lately. Dreaming that he’s right beside me, always accompanying me. Look, he’s sitting right next to me now..."
Jin Jumo suddenly chuckled, "Watching you!"
Fang Jingyi was frightened by her smile, took a few steps back, trembling, pointing at her, "You pretend to be haunted, pretend to be haunted!"
"Hehe..." Jin Jumo smirked with pursed lips, her face and eyes turning red from laughing.
At this moment, Jin Jumo was terrifying and abnormal, even Yu Huihua felt a chill down her back, not daring to get closer.
Jin Jumo watched Fang Jingyi’s pale face with a smile, her eyebrows bent slightly, and her long eyelashes drooped gently, like two fans. In a soft voice, she said, "See, I’ve scared you all. I was just joking with Ms. Fang. There’s no such thing as ghosts and gods in this world. The dead are truly dead, how can they possibly come back."
By the end, Jin Jumo’s voice was almost inaudible.
When Fang Jingyi heard what she said, her eyes immediately widened, still not daring to believe it, "You’re playing with me?"
Jin Jumo withdrew the curve of her lips, not getting up to greet her, lazily leaning back on the sofa, squinting at Fang Jingyi’s slightly angry face, "Ms. Fang, coming from an educated background, why is your speech so uncultured? I already said, it was just a joke."
"You, you’re not in a position to lecture me!" Fang Jingyi never expected that the first time they met, the silent girl would now be so sharp-tongued and biting.
"Lecture?" Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow, "Ms. Fang says I’m lecturing you, but you need to show evidence. Words based on speculation like this, Ms. Fang, such a noble lady, should never say, lest you invite ridicule."
"You brat, how can you be so ill-mannered? Is this how your parents taught you to speak to elders?" Fang Jingting glared angrily at Jin Jumo, unable to bear the injustice for Fang Jingyi.
"I wasn’t like this before, but ever since the person who taught me passed away, I’ve become like this, so strange." Jin Jumo laughed as if she had told a funny joke but her eyes turned red as she laughed.
As soon as Fang Jingting opened her mouth, she was so angry, she turned to look at Fang Jingyi, whose face was also flushed with anger, saying, "Sister, let’s not waste words on her."
Fang Jingyi glared hatefully at Jin Jumo, then turned to the three standing uncertainly on the side, including Yu Huihua, and was surprised when she saw Yu Huihua, exclaiming, "Why are you here? Didn’t the old master say you resigned and went back to your hometown months ago?"
"..." Jin Jumo lightly frowned, looking at Yu Huihua.
Yu Huihua, guilty, avoided Jin Jumo’s gaze, her face twitching awkwardly, "Madam."
Fang Jingyi only wanted to leave quickly and was too impatient to question why she was here, irritably saying, "Hurry and help this Miss Jin pack her things and send her away!"
Yu Huihua froze, "Madam..."
"Madam what? Hurry up and go!" Fang Jingyi snapped.
Yu Huihua closed her mouth, looking with difficulty at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo slowly lowered her eyelashes, saying nothing.
"Huihua, didn’t you hear your madam speaking?" Fang Jingting saw Yu Huihua motionless, impatiently tugging, and huffed.
"This..."
"There’s no need to trouble Ms. Fang to make a trip to send me away. As long as Mr. Rong gives the word, I’ll pack up and leave myself."
Before Yu Huihua could finish, Jin Jumo’s faint voice drifted over.
Hearing her mention Rong Mochen, Fang Jingyi frowned slightly, "I am his mother, I can make decisions for him."
"No, you can’t." Jin Jumo’s eyes, clear and distinct, looked directly at her.
Fang Jingyi’s jaw tightened; she couldn’t deny that Jin Jumo’s sharp words hit her.
"It seems Ms. Fang didn’t get Mr. Rong’s consent, so I’m sorry, I can’t leave." Jin Jumo said.
Fang Jingyi spat angrily, "Do you think saying you won’t leave means you really can’t leave? Whether Rong Mochen agrees or not today, you must leave here. I will never allow a filthy woman like you to stay here!"
"But there are those who like a woman like me." Jin Jumo suddenly curled up a smile, laughing charmingly and seductively, slowly looking towards the man appearing at the door, "Mr. Rong, don’t you think so?"
"..." Fang Jingyi and Fang Jingting both paused, turning their heads to look at the door.
Yu Huihua, as though seeing a savior, glanced at Rong Mochen with teary anticipation.
Rong Mochen dressed in a cold black coat, the coat open, exposing a neat, well-fitted iron-gray suit, the matching suit pants pressed against his straight legs, further elongating his long legs, making them stronger.
He held a leather glove in one hand, his stern face bearing a cold, icy air, whether from coming in from the cold outside or not.
Upon hearing Jin Jumo’s words, Rong Mochen glanced at her indifferently, "Hmm."