Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 382 - 363: She Won’t Have It Easy Tonight!
Rong Mochen stared at her for a while and squinted, "Since you’ve put it that way, wouldn’t it be petty of me to hold a grudge?"
Jin Jumo looked at his awkward expression and couldn’t help but laugh. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, then quickly pulled back before he could react.
With a smile, she watched his annoyed frown and softly said, "Since we’re going back tomorrow, I’ll tell my brother when he comes back to the villa. I don’t think he’ll oppose it now. Moreover, I really am worried about Liang Tong. My heart has already flown back, and I can’t comfortably stay here for long."
As she spoke, Jin Jumo frowned and looked at Rong Mochen, "Can you call Mr. Huo again to ask about the situation? I want to know if he’s found Huo Chengjin and Liang Tong."
Rong Mochen patted her head and dialed Huo Shaojun’s number on his phone.
But this time, even Huo Shaojun’s phone indicated it was turned off.
The unease in Jin Jumo’s heart spread again, her face turning a shade paler.
Rong Mochen clasped Jin Jumo’s slightly cold hand and said in a low voice, "I trust that Chengjin wouldn’t harm your friend, so don’t worry, okay?"
Jin Jumo’s brows remained tightly knit, and she pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
Rong Mochen sighed inwardly and wrapped his arms around the worried little woman from behind.
Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen returned to the villa, where Yue Jingcheng was playing puzzles with Xixi and Hanhan in the living room.
Seeing Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen, the gentle curve on Yue Jingcheng’s lips and the tender expression on her face were caught unguarded by the two.
Yue Jingcheng was a bit embarrassed, but she didn’t show it excessively.
Gracefully standing up from the carpet, Yue Jingcheng looked at the two, her voice soft and clear, "You’re back."
Jin Jumo just smiled at her.
Yue Jingcheng’s eyes paused slightly, noticing Jin Jumo’s low mood, though she wasn’t sure why.
She looked at Jin Jumo for a while but didn’t ask. It was only after they sat on the sofa that she found a spot to sit down.
Xixi and Hanhan were busy with the puzzle, paying no attention to Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen.
The atmosphere was a bit too silent, and Yue Jingcheng glanced at the door before looking at Jin Jumo with a slight hint of confusion in her voice, "Didn’t he come back with you?"
Jin Jumo, lost in thought, didn’t hear Yue Jingcheng’s question.
Yue Jingcheng was slightly taken aback and looked blankly at Rong Mochen, who was sitting next to Jin Jumo.
Then, Yue Jingcheng experienced the feeling of being "ignored" by Jin Jumo and then by Rong Mochen!
Yue Jingcheng’s indifferent cheeks twitched, and she sat quietly on the sofa, pretending she had never said a word.
After patiently sitting for ten minutes, Yue Jingcheng finally couldn’t take it anymore. She got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to wash some fruits.
Carrying the washed fruits out of the kitchen, she hadn’t yet reached the living room when Mu Qinnian’s tall figure walked in through the door.
Their eyes met, and both were slightly startled.
Then, Mu Qinnian walked over to her and took the fruits from her hands.
Yue Jingcheng’s face turned a bit pale, her thick eyelashes lowered slightly, and she brushed past him towards the living room.
Mu Qinnian stood in place, watching her back for a moment before striding forward.
"What happened?" Mu Qinnian placed the fruits on the coffee table and glanced up at Jin Jumo, who was still lost in thought.
Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered, as if she glanced at Mu Qinnian, but maybe she didn’t. She remained silent.
Mu Qinnian sat beside Yue Jingcheng, his long arm habitually slipping between her and the back of the sofa, loosely holding her, his eyebrows furrowed as he turned to look questioningly at Yue Jingcheng.
Yue Jingcheng took a sip of her lips and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "Momo has been like this since she returned."
The implication was that she wasn’t sure of the reason either.
Mu Qinnian’s deep eyes narrowed, a sharp gaze directed at Rong Mochen.
Could it be that he angered Rong Mochen with his comment at the banquet about Jin Jumo being single now, and Rong Mochen took it out on Jin Jumo?
Even if Rong Mochen didn’t look at Mu Qinnian, he could guess what he was thinking, but he didn’t care what Mu Qinnian thought.
So Rong Mochen didn’t bother to explain anything.
Mu Qinnian’s cold and handsome face surged with obvious anger, his thin lips moving as he was about to speak.
"Brother, you’re back."
Jin Jumo suddenly spoke.
Mu Qinnian was slightly startled, looking at Jin Jumo’s seemingly dream-awakened face. Doubt flickered in his deep eyes as he softly replied, "Hmm."
Jin Jumo took a deep breath, sat up straight, "Brother, I need to talk to you."
Rong Mochen heard this and his eyebrows moved slightly.
"What is it?" Mu Qinnian stared at her.
"I want to go back to the country tomorrow..." Jin Jumo’s voice dropped sharply on the last word, nervously watching Mu Qinnian’s suddenly stern face.
Mu Qinnian’s lips curved coldly, his gaze chilling as it turned to Rong Mochen, "In such a hurry?"
Rong Mochen’s expression remained calm, his deep black eyes meeting Mu Qinnian’s gaze.
Seeing this, Jin Jumo quickly said, "Brother, it’s me who wants to go back tomorrow, it has nothing to do with him..."
"Not even married yet, and already helping out?" Mu Qinnian looked at Jin Jumo, a cold smirk on his lips.
"...Brother, my best friend has had some trouble. I’m worried about her, so I want to go back home tomorrow... you really misunderstood him." Jin Jumo took a deep breath and spoke softly.
"Did I misunderstand you, President Rong?" Mu Qinnian directly asked Rong Mochen, his voice stern.
Rong Mochen looked at him calmly and spoke steadily, "No."
Jin Jumo, "Uh..."
Jin Jumo widened her eyes, her chest heavy, looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen didn’t look at Jin Jumo, but he lightly squeezed her hand as if trying to comfort her.
Jin Jumo bit her lip, her head pounding as she looked at Mu Qinnian, only to see his hand clenched into a fist against the sofa, veins bulging on the back.
Jin Jumo’s breathing hitched, images of the two of them fighting flashing in her mind.
Her chest heaved suddenly, and Jin Jumo’s mind spun quickly.
Suddenly, Jin Jumo looked towards Yue Jingcheng.
As soon as Jin Jumo’s pleading gaze met her own, Yue Jingcheng was taken aback.
Jin Jumo furrowed her brows, her eyes showing a color of seeking help.
Yue Jingcheng paused, her bright eyes, and gently bit her lip.
Reapplying her palm to his sturdy arm, Yue Jingcheng gathered courage, looked up at Mu Qinnian’s angry eyes, her heart trembling, and said softly, "I, I have something I want to tell you as well."
Mu Qinnian’s tightly knit brows furrowed even deeper, squinting coolly at Yue Jingcheng, looking as if telling her that if she dared say something he didn’t want to hear under the current circumstances, she wouldn’t have a good time tonight!
Yue Jingcheng took a silent breath, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise under his cold gaze.
"I want to talk to you alone."
Yue Jingcheng spoke in a low, gentle voice, making it hard to detect the guilt and lack of confidence in her tone.
Mu Qinnian’s face remained tight, staring at her without giving an inch.
Yue Jingcheng, drumming her heart, quietly glanced at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s pitifully pretty eyes and the faint embarrassment on her delicate face made it impossible for Yue Jingcheng to refuse, as if helping her had become her responsibility.
Yue Jingcheng smiled helplessly in her heart, looking at Mu Qinnian’s eyes filled with a plea, softly saying, "Can we discuss it in the room?"
Mu Qinnian’s thin lips pressed slightly as he frowned at Jin Jumo, got up, and walked towards the stairs.
Yue Jingcheng let out a huge sigh of relief, not caring about anything else, got up and quickly caught up to him, actively linking her arm through his.
Mu Qinnian glanced down at her, his eyes a deep and unfathomable color that Yue Jingcheng couldn’t understand.
Watching Mu Qinnian and Yue Jingcheng enter the bedroom on the third floor, Jin Jumo relaxedly rubbed her forehead, her peach blossom eyes holding a bit of reproach as she looked at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s brows twitched slightly, being stared at with such a pitiful, resentful gaze by Jin Jumo for a long time, his thin lips tightened as he looked at her, saying, "It’s my fault, putting people in a tough spot."
Jin Jumo gazed at his slightly furrowed brows, her inner grievances dissipating, reaching out to rub his brow, resignedly saying, "I can’t expect you and my brother to get along peacefully.
You’re both the same, strong, domineering, putting yourselves at the center of the universe, neither willing to yield an inch to the other, so I won’t force you anymore."
Hearing this, Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, gently pinching Jin Jumo’s soft cheek, "Your tone is so pitiful and innocent, yet you say you won’t force us?"
Jin Jumo sighed, "I’m not forcing you. I just think, rather than suppressing your edges to accommodate each other, it’s better to let things be and get along naturally for a better outcome."
Rong Mochen curved his lips, tapping Jin Jumo’s nose, "Your brother is upset not because someone suggested leaving, but because he can’t bear to see you go."
"Uh..."
Jin Jumo was taken aback, looking at him.
"You can’t deny, Mu Qinnian cares deeply and protects you as his sister.
Moreover, from the start, when he searched for you, he intended to bring you back to Country C, to keep you under his watchful eye.
This time, with him bringing you back, he surely had the thought of keeping you in Country C. But it was just a thought.
Because he knows, you’re soft on the outside but firm on the inside. Unless you willingly stay here, he might be able to keep you physically, but not your heart, and it might even provoke your rebellion, affecting your sibling relationship.
And this time, after only a few days in Country C, you proposed to leave, even for someone like Mu Qinnian, emotionally, it would be hard to accept, reluctant to let you go. That’s why he’s angry, furious."
Rong Mochen squinted his dark eyes lightly, analyzing in a calm voice.
After listening, Jin Jumo’s heart was greatly shaken, yet she felt warmth from head to toe.
A layer of mist appeared in her peach blossom eyes, and Jin Jumo suppressed the sourness in her heart, smiling at Rong Mochen, "So that’s how it is."
"He’s a good brother."
Rong Mochen gently caressed Jin Jumo’s slightly moist eyes, his voice soft.
Jin Jumo smiled through tears, playfully staring at him, "Are you complimenting my brother?"
Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, he was just stating facts, with no other implication.
Half an hour later, Mu Qinnian came down from upstairs, his face still severe and tense, but the hostility around him had diminished significantly.
