Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 403 - 383: Even Though She Had Done Nothing Wrong (Part 1)
Rong Mochen looked at Rong Zhengfeng, a slight sourness welled up in his heart, and he furrowed his long eyebrows in empathy. His dark eyes were deep and serious as he said, "Mm. Momo’s suggestion. She’s worried you won’t want to live with us, that you might find us annoying."
Rong Zhengfeng turned his head, showing the back of his head to Rong Mochen, raised one hand to wipe his eyes randomly, and without looking back at Rong Mochen, said in a coarse, hoarse voice, "At least you have some self-awareness! But, for the sake of Xixi and Hanhan, and my great-grandchild who hasn’t been born yet, I’ll make this sacrifice and agree to live with you."
Rong Mochen, "Uh..."
"Actually, you don’t have to agree," after a moment, Rong Mochen suddenly said with a hint of melancholy.
Rong Zhengfeng’s face suddenly twisted!
He held his breath for quite a while, then suddenly turned his head to glare at Rong Mochen. But when he saw the slight teasing smile on Rong Mochen’s face, Rong Zhengfeng’s eyes fiercely contracted, and he laughed angrily, "You brat!"
Rong Mochen’s smile deepened.
Rong Zhengfeng looked at this Rong Mochen, sincerely smiled, and pointed a finger at him, "Luckily, you were fortunate enough to meet Momo. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have moments in your life where you can genuinely smile like this."
Rong Mochen pressed his lips, "We’re leaving."
Rong Zhengfeng happily smiled, even his waving motion was light and brisk, "I’ll see you and Momo off."
Rong Mochen nodded, and only when Rong Zhengfeng walked ahead of him did he follow.
Grandfather and grandson walked to the door one after the other. Rong Mochen stepped forward and was just about to reach out to open the door when Rong Zhengfeng suddenly stopped and said, "I almost forgot."
"Uh..." Rong Mochen was slightly stunned, his hand still on the doorknob as he turned his head to look at Rong Zhengfeng, who had an expression of sudden realization.
Rong Zhengfeng looked at Rong Mochen with a smile, his tone light and easy, "You two keep next Friday open for me; I have plans."
As Rong Zhengfeng spoke, he even reached out to pat Rong Mochen’s shoulder.
Rong Mochen slightly narrowed his eyes and looked suspiciously at Rong Zhengfeng, "Plans? What kind of plans?"
Rong Zhengfeng first gave him a secretive smile, then raised an eyebrow and said, "Both of you don’t worry about it now, just keep the time open and follow my lead when the time comes."
Rong Mochen: ...
Xixi and Hanhan became silent when they heard that Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen were leaving.
Though they said nothing, they held their pairs of eyes, pitiable like abandoned puppies, on Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen the entire time.
Even after Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen got in the car and drove away for quite a distance, they could still see the little figures standing by the gate staring after them in the rearview mirror.
At the time, Jin Jumo’s feelings were something only someone who was also a mother could deeply understand.
Jin Jumo sighed, and her whole mood turned quite somber.
Rong Mochen knew she couldn’t bear to leave Xixi and Hanhan. Seeing her gloomy demeanor, he couldn’t help her feeling, and gently said, "How about we turn back now and bring Xixi and Hanhan along with us?"
Jin Jumo immediately shook her head, "We can’t. Xixi and Hanhan have spent too little time with Grandpa. If we take them away now, I don’t know how sad Grandpa would be."
"And what about you?" Rong Mochen frowned, his heart aching for her.
"Though I can’t part with Xixi and Hanhan, I’ll have plenty of time to spend with them in the future. It’s different for Grandpa." Jin Jumo pressed her lips tight and said in a low voice to Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen felt a slight tremor in his heart, turning to deeply gaze at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo inhaled, her Taohua eyes revealing a trace of sadness, though she quickly concealed it lightly, "Many times, we avoid discussing the weighty and cruel subjects of birth, aging, illness, and death, believing that if we never mention them, the day will never come. And so, when our dearest ones suddenly leave, we collapse, scream, cry, and plead. We are fragile, so fragile that we are like ants that can be crushed and destroyed by anyone! For example," 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Jin Jumo’s eyes were clouded with shadow as she vaguely gazed through the car’s windshield, her voice suddenly becoming hoarse, "when my grandfather left me. Despite him being in a coma for as long as a year before that, I never dared to imagine the situation where he wouldn’t find a donor in time and would never wake up again. At that time, I had only one thought, and that was to save him, to make him wake up, to let him stay with me for many, many more years, so that his eyes could see me, and that he would always have a smile when he saw me. I cherished my grandfather like he was my life. Later, my grandfather finally found a suitable donor, he was saved, he could see me, smile at me, and talk to me. He would still... accompany me for a long time, see me get married, have children, and my children would call him Grandpa. He would become the happiest old man in the world, and I would be the happiest person in this world!"
Jin Jumo paused her words for what felt like ten entire minutes.
It was as if she was weighing her long-pent-up emotions, and indeed she managed to do so.
When she turned to look at Rong Mochen again, her expression and the emotion in her eyes were faint, barely perceptible, "My grandfather wasn’t very lucky, all the simple happiness that ordinary people easily attain, he didn’t experience any of it. I’m very regretful, I’m very sorry."
Jin Jumo inhaled deeply, turning her eyes away again, "Rong Mochen, I know you’re cold, aloof, not good with words, and it’s not easy for you to express concern for others. You care about Grandpa Rong, just as I care about what you care about. When you can’t express it, I’ll do it for you. What you can’t think of, I’ll think for you. I hope that every day in the future for Grandpa Rong is carefree, I hope he’s happy, joyous, and content. This is also the most basic filial piety we descendants can show towards our elders."
Rong Mochen silently looked at Jin Jumo, yet it felt as though he could comprehend all the emotions she was feeling now.
Discouragement, self-blame, sorrow, pain... and anger!
"Little Mo, in front of me, you don’t need to suppress anything. If you want to cry, then..."
"I don’t want to cry." Jin Jumo turned her gaze from the window to Rong Mochen, "Rong Mochen, today is our happy day for getting our marriage certificate. I’ve never felt as happy as I do today, truly. I have a family, relatives, children; I’m very happy. I believe I will be even happier in the future."
Rong Mochen furrowed his brow tightly, his dark eyes deeply focused on Jin Jumo’s glistening eyes.
He knew better than anyone how Jin Jumo couldn’t let go of Jin Jiancheng, couldn’t let go of Jin Jiancheng’s death.
She didn’t hesitate to sell herself to save Jin Jiancheng, filled with happiness and hope as she planned their future life.
But because of her, Jin Jiancheng was murdered, and before his death, he didn’t even get to say a word to her.
In the few months after returning to the country, she rarely mentioned Jin Jiancheng on her own initiative.
Her silence didn’t mean she had forgotten!
Rather, she didn’t dare to mention it!
Jin Jiancheng was the most painful scar in her heart, a wound bleeding with no cure.
Anyone who mentioned it was just reminding her of the pain!
He believed that deep down, she was more anxious and eager than anyone to find Fu Mulan for Jin Jiancheng and seek justice for him.
Yet she also didn’t mention this matter in front of him, despite her urgency and eagerness.
He was emotionally detached, whereas she was too delicate emotionally.
Maybe it was related to her own experiences growing up; she always habitually thought of others, never wanting to be a burden, and never wanting to affect others’ work and lives because of herself.
She was insecure; the more she cared about someone, the less secure she felt!
She was considerate, sensible, and always retreated.
Besides love, she was afraid of being abandoned!
"Little Mo, you’re so foolish!" Rong Mochen turned his gaze, furrowing his brow as he spoke.
His tone was very light, as if he had casually mentioned it.
Jin Jumo just looked at him, dazed for a long time.
In the afternoon, Rong Mochen didn’t go to the company as he had told Rong Zhengfeng but stayed at the villa with Jin Jumo.
After all, today was the great day they got their marriage certificate!
How could he bear to leave her at such a special moment?!
Because she had mentioned Jin Jiancheng upon returning, Jin Jumo’s mood was somewhat affected.
So after returning to the villa, the first thing she did was make an overseas call to Mu Qinnian in Country C.
Mu Qinnian seemed busy with work; the sound of flipping papers accompanied his voice intermittently.
In a conversation lasting over ten minutes, the brother and sister exchanged words naturally and harmoniously, without a hint of awkwardness or silence.
During the call with Mu Qinnian, Jin Jumo’s mood gradually healed.
Ending the call, Jin Jumo let out a long breath while looking at the flowerbed below the balcony, her brows now bearing traces of brightness.
Hearing the sound of steady footsteps approaching from behind, Jin Jumo raised an eyebrow, intending to turn around to look.
No sooner had she moved her neck than her phone suddenly rang.
Jin Jumo glanced down at the phone. Her previously lazy eyes instantly focused, fixing on the phone screen, and she could clearly hear the sound of her heartbeat accelerating in her ears.
Her palm abruptly went empty, and startled, Jin Jumo gasped lightly, quickly turning to look at the man whose chest was already pressed tightly against her back.
Rong Mochen glanced at the phone screen expressionlessly, then let his gaze fall heavily on Jin Jumo, his penetrating, meticulous eyes seemingly wanting to pierce right through her.
Jin Jumo’s heart raced even faster. She pressed her lips tightly together, desperately trying to appear calm and said, "It’s Jingyao, I..."
"I can see that!" Rong Mochen’s dark eyes suddenly turned icy as he stared at Jin Jumo.
"Uh..." Jin Jumo’s scalp tingled at that tone, her eyelids twitching unnaturally. Even though she hadn’t done anything guilty, she licked her lower lip and said wryly, "Ever since we returned from S City, we haven’t contacted each other for a long time. He suddenly reached out, maybe it’s something important. Why don’t I take the call?"
Jin Jumo said the last sentence with particular caution, her bright, large eyes looking at him probing and pleasingly.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brow tightly and abruptly shoved the phone into Jin Jumo’s hand, "Answer it!"
"Uh..." The place between Jin Jumo’s thumb and index finger ached from where the phone was forcefully pressed in.
Her dense lashes trembled weakly, and Jin Jumo smiled embarrassedly, "Maybe it’s nothing important, so I won’t answer it."
